Chapter 384 It’s Really Unpalatable

"Don't be distracted, Taylor, and learn your magic in peace."

Dumbledore's departure did not make Professor McGonagall relax her supervision. She stared at Andrew more severely than before, telling him not to take the opportunity to be lazy.

Although Professor Sprout still didn't understand what Dumbledore was planning to do at the moment, the content of the teaching was not compromised at all - after confirming that Andrew understood the entire production process, she began to teach Andrew tips for removing impurities from the finished product. .

However, these skills are probably useless, because footsteps have already sounded outside the door.

Dumbledore opened the door directly, and behind the principal was a confused Andrew and their dean.

"Everyone is here," Dumbledore said with a bit of excitement in his tone, "I think I roughly understand it, but, Andrew, can you do it again?"

Andrew was almost stunned for a moment - it was full of calculations, Dumbledore only looked at it once!

Do you understand this?

However, there is nothing surprising about Dumbledore's words.

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore."

Andrew agreed, and then began to select suitable wood from the ground - Jim brought a lot of wood, and it would be enough for three or four more times.

With a calm mind, he ignored the gazes of the onlookers and started to repeat the process of thinking about everything that was still in the pondering stage.

Professor Snape, who originally kept saying that this was completely inconsistent with the potion process, did not make any radical remarks, but just watched every step of his operation with a serious attitude that Andrew had never seen before.

As for the two subsequent deans, they did not say anything about this irregular process, but quietly watched the operation - even if there were no brilliant colors or obvious magic fluctuations.

"Exactly the same as before, I'm done."

Andrew stopped and looked at Dumbledore.

"Pomona, Filius, you can use the Scarpin Revealing Curse to check," Dumbledore made a gesture of invitation, but the two deans showed no intention of being humble, and each of them transformed into a small The container comes, and then the sample is taken and the spell is cast.

"Merlin's beard, I'm too old, Albus, don't make such a joke."

Professor Flitwick put down the cup, blinked, and looked at Dumbledore, "This isn't April Fools' Day. Is this food?"

"There is no doubt, Filius, although the quality is so bad that I really want to throw it away, but..." Professor Sprout held the cup in disbelief and took a sip without any hesitation.

That thing is slightly poisonous, Professor!

But Professor Sprout even had some aftertaste on his face, "There is no doubt, yes, there is no doubt, there is no need for additional supplements. With this solution alone, yes, yes, it is feasible."

She stared at Andrew, "Cast the spell seriously, at least get something in shape. Merlin's beard, this food magic was actually taught by me... I will probably become the most ridiculed headmaster of Hufflepuff..."

"She is also the most famous dean. Food comes first, Pomona."

Dumbledore said with undisguised happiness in his tone, "But Taylor, try it with batter first. Seriously, at least it can't be your first time casting a spell."

"No need, since he has learned it, there is nothing to delay," Professor Sprout shook his head, "There is a first, there will be a second, and then in order to be satisfied, there will be more. It is not as good as the first. The first time you cast the spell, which one was used for the first time? "

Now Andrew really felt the pressure.

But there was no retreat - he took a breath, came to the first mixture displayed in Professor McGonagall's office, and waved his wand.

The dark solution began to fall rapidly, then floated slightly, constantly twisting, shrinking, and shrinking again, and then deformed into a pancake shape and dried. Finally, it formed a dark pancake-like thing with an extremely rough surface. .

It sat quietly in the bowl like a burnt novice creation.

"Filius, prepare for our final step."

Dumbledore said happily, and Andrew quickly turned his head to his dean, and then his attention was quickly attracted by the thing in the dean's hand.

‘No, Professor, you don’t want this thing! ’

As a relatively good transfiguration magician, he knew what those materials were for - things needed to cast permanent spells, and the main one was expensive.

But Professor Flitwick drew out his wand very neatly and quickly placed the things. As the light of the spell flashed, those expensive materials disappeared completely.

The bad-looking piece of cake didn't change at all - but Andrew knew very well that it was permanently fixed. Unless the spell master used ritual magic to forcefully destroy it, there would be no problem with smashing nails into it.

'It was originally as good as black bread, but now it is really the strongest shield...'

"Perfect work, Filius."

Dumbledore said with admiration.

"I think so too. It would be perfect to place at the top of the trophy room."

Professor Flitwick had absolutely no idea that this was a waste, as Andrew thought. He looked at the terrible pie with admiration.

"That's right. It's not appropriate now. Let's put it in the trophy room first," Dumbledore nodded.

‘No, principal, what are you going to do? ’

Andrew was a little silly.

"Anyway, it's perfect," Dumbledore nodded in admiration, "But there are still two ingredients, Pomona, can you handle them?"

"I'd love to, Albus," Professor Sprout agreed very readily. She waved her wand and mixed the two ingredients together, then began to rotate the ingredients, separating a part of them with great skill.

'Removing toxins, unfortunately, I have too little time to learn. '

Andrew stared at Professor Sprout's on-site teaching and began to try to forget his clumsy spellcasting steps.

Not long after, a large, somewhat soft pancake appeared in mid-air - it was much whiter than the one Andrew made, and the surface was also very smooth, but it still didn't look good.

"Due to material limitations, I can only do this."

Professor Sprout waved her wand and evenly divided the pancake into seven portions.

One portion was placed in front of everyone, including Jim who worked hard to get it.

"Seven servings, just right," Professor Sprout nodded, then picked up the one in front of him, "May I suggest that we start?"

Andrew followed suit and picked up the one in front of him.

It was rough in the mouth, and you could even feel the bark, but it had a very obvious sweetness, not like pasta, but like a poor dessert.

But, without a doubt, it was food.