Chapter 199 Why Is There Him Everywhere?

It was already very late when I came out of Lao Deng's office, and the little wizards who had been crazy for a day on the weekend poured out from all corners, planning to go back to their dormitory to rest.

"Hey, Anton." Nodding with a smile.

"Hey, Anthony." Nodding with a smile.

"Hello senior!" A group of first-year freshmen in Slytherin uniforms saluted respectfully, and Anton just patted them on the shoulder with a smile.

"Hey, Anton." Ron said something to Hermione, and ran over by himself, "My father wants to invite you to the house for Christmas, maybe you can spend a warm holiday with your blood relatives."

Anton smiled and shook his head, "I'm going to spend Christmas with my family too. I apologize to my uncle for me. I'll stay there for a few days during the rest of the holiday."

Finally, when he reached a corner where no one was around, Anton returned to his expressionless face.

When we are in a bad mood, what can we do to heal ourselves?

Some choose to eat and drink.

Some choose to drink and eat.

Anton is that special one, he went to the back kitchen of the school to cook.

The house elves prepared eggs, water, flour and other materials for him, and watched the little wizard throw aside the wizard robe that was in the way, rolled up his sleeves and beat the dough vigorously.

The little wizard also introduced this craft from the Muggle world to them in a serious manner, "Jiangdao, this is a very unique word, it is the soul of flour food."

Press hard with the palm of your hand, twist it, squeeze the dough into a ball, and hammer hard again.

"We used magic power to give it the possibility of plasticity, so that it can show the side that best suits the taste, but you need to know..." Anton grabbed a handful of flour with a serious expression, "They have no soul."

Ji Sao Bao raised his hand and lightly sprinkled the flour on the dough.

"Now, let's infuse it with soul." Anton took a deep breath, sank to his dantian, and took a very standard Wing Chun two-word clamp sheep-horse step. This posture can make a child so thin The body exerts great strength.

His eyes were wide open.

"Woo big, big, big, big..."

Finally, he slapped the long table hard, and the dough flew up into the air with the flour, and under the watchful eyes of all the house-elves, it bounced on the table with a clatter.

Anton raised his eyebrows proudly.

"Wow~~" All the house-elves exclaimed in a very cooperative exclamation, and began to applaud.

Very good, this year's audience, Anton gives full marks!

An interesting observation is that no matter who casts Anton's Bread Curse, the taste stops at the skill of his research on the Bread Curse.

What is the principle of this thing, even Voldemort can't tell.

Of course, the most important feature of the Bread Curse is that it allows wizards to inject life insights into it.

This effect is already similar to emotional potions.

Bread filled with happy emotions is not much different from the effect of the euphoria potion. This evaluation comes from the authority of potions, Professor Snape.

Anton is a very ambitious man.

How could the Sunshine Bread Curse stop at bread.

His goal is to officially change its name to the Sunshine Curse, or the Sunshine Gourmet Series.

There is no way, he just has a unique talent in this kind of useless spell, so it can't be wasted.

"Then, we need the participation of a lucky audience." Anton clapped his hands and looked over one by one with interest.

The elves stared at him blankly, some resisted, some almost raised their hands with eagerness on their faces, and some looked calm.

In the end, Anton pointed to an elf who looked very happy.

There are a row of small round holes on the huge ears of this elf, which looks very playful.

"What's your name, elf?"

"Stud, sir, my name is Stud."

Studs?

Anton took a look at the holes in its ears, and it was indeed possible to wear earrings. No, it was a row of earrings, which was similar to the coolness of the nine-ring knife.

"Then, please, this little earring elf, help me make this ball of dough into bread, and then use the same method to make another one with flour." The pupils of Anton's eyes dilated rapidly, and the dark green stars filled the air.

"Let me see if it makes any difference."

"Happy to oblige, sir."

Under the watchful eyes of the other elves, Earring trotted to the long table, raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The other elves hurriedly brought clean plates, and let the piece of bread float onto the plate.

Just in an instant, two breads that looked exactly the same appeared in front of them.

Anton blinked, "I noticed that you all seem to need to snap your fingers to release magic? I also have an elf named Abby at home, and it does too. It's just that the holidays are too busy, so I haven't been able to communicate with it properly."

"Yes, sir." Earring snapped his fingers, and the messy tabletop became clean and tidy, and things were arranged neatly.

"Wow~" Anton was amazed now.

He thought for a while, then took out his wand and handed it over, "Can you try to cast it with the wand?"

The studs backed away in a panic, "No, elves are not allowed to use wands, sir."

The other elves also looked terrified, as if they had encountered something terrible.

Unlike goblins, an independent intelligent race, house elves (house elves) were originally attached to houses for survival. Strictly speaking, they did not serve humans, but the owners of houses.

The owner of the house can also be a goblin or other intelligent life.

Of course, no house elf dares to serve non-human beings these days. This is definitely a death-seeking behavior, which has long been restricted by the red lines drawn by the wizard.

If the elves want to live well, they must abide by some rules.

The same is true for humans.

In fact, who isn't.

"Okay." Anton shrugged without forcing.

He broke off a piece of bread made by beating the dough with his own hands, his eyes lit up, wow, the taste has really improved.

In order to confirm this idea, he broke another piece of bread that the elf normally made.

"Hahaha, the Bread Curse can be upgraded to 2.0."

Anton pulled out his wand, pondered for a long time, finally smiled and waved it lightly.

Waving extremely gracefully.

"Daisies, sweet cream and sunshine, I want a loaf of bread, change it for me!"

Flour is flying, and materials of various colors are floating, interweaving and dancing, as if playing a silent symphony.

With a sudden flicker of fire, a rich aroma permeated the air.

Pieces of honey jam buns flew out of the flames '咻咻咻' and floated in front of every elf.

"Master Wizard is happy today, and I invite all the elves to eat bread." Anton laughed, very brightly.

For a while, the whole person felt much more comfortable.

"Eat, eat all of them. I know that there is bread in your recipes. If you don't eat it, you won't give me face."

All the elves looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally took down all the buns floating in front of them silently. They may feel that it is impolite to eat in front of the wizard, so they bowed one by one and left slowly.

I don't know if it's an auditory hallucination, but there is a depressing cry faintly coming from the corner.

Earrings held the piece of bread that belonged to him in both hands, with tears in his eyes, "Sir, I have never..."

Anton waved his hand, "Go aside, I hate sensationalism the most."

The earrings were choked immediately.

Thousands of words, finally turned into a strong bow, trot away.

Anton stretched his waist, "You can go back and have a good sleep."

At this moment, the door to the kitchen slowly opened, and a man in a turquoise suit sneaked in.

He squatted with his hips pouted, turned around and carefully observed the movement outside the door through the crack of the door.

Suddenly, someone patted his shoulder lightly.

"Shh!" He quickly raised his fingers and said in a low voice, "Elves, be obedient, be quiet and don't talk, and be careful that the whereabouts of the great Lockhart will be discovered."

Finally, he slowly and gently closed the kitchen door.

Turning around with open arms, "Aha, elves, are you missing your friend Lockhart? I..."

"!!!"

He stared blankly at the empty kitchen, and Anton who stood in front of him and looked at him with a smile.

Gan!

Scary!

Why does this little wizard have him everywhere!

Lockhart swallowed, and explained in a panic, "I'm a little hungry, so I came here to get some food, yes, I just came here to find food, haha, you also discovered this wonderful place, right?"

"yes?"

Anton looked at him steadfastly, making Lockhart panic for a while.

"If you don't explain, I thought you were really looking for something to eat."