It was already very late when I came out of Lao Deng's office. The little wizards who had been crazy all day on the weekend were pouring out from all corners, planning to go back to their dormitories to rest.
"Hey, Anton." He smiled and nodded.
"Hey, Anthony." He smiled and nodded.
"Hello, senior!" A group of first-year students wearing Slytherin uniforms saluted respectfully. Anton just smiled and patted their shoulders.
"Hey, Anton." Ron said something to Hermione and ran over, "My father wants to invite you to my house for Christmas. Maybe you can spend a warm holiday with your blood relatives."
Anton smiled and shook his head, "I also have to spend Christmas with my family. I apologize to my uncle and I. I will stay there for a few days during the rest of the holiday."
Finally, when he reached a deserted corner, Anton returned to his expressionless face.
When we are in a bad mood, what can we do to heal ourselves?
Some people choose to eat and drink heavily.
Some people choose to drink and eat.
Anton is the special one. He goes to the school kitchen to cook.
The house elves prepared eggs, water, flour and other ingredients for him. They watched the little wizard casually throw aside the troublesome wizard robe, roll up his sleeves and beat the piece of dough vigorously.
The little wizard also introduced them to this craft from the Muggle world in a serious manner, "Strength, this is a very unique word, it is the soul of flour food."
Press hard with your palm, twist, squeeze the dough into a ball, and hammer again.
"We use magic to give it the possibility of plasticity, so that it can show the side that best suits the taste, but you have to know..." Anton grabbed a handful of flour with a serious face, "They have no soul."
She raised her hand very coquettishly and lightly sprinkled flour on the dough.
"Now, let's inject soul into it." Anton took a deep breath, his energy settled in his Dantian, and he took a very standard Wing Chun two-word clamp sheep-horse stance. This posture can make a child as thin as
The body exerts great strength.
His eyes widened hugely.
"Wood big wood big wood big wood big..."
Finally, he slapped the long table hard, and the dough flew into the sky with flour. Under the gaze of all the house elves, it bounced on the table with a snap.
Anton raised his eyebrows proudly.
"Wow~~" All the house elves exclaimed in unison and began to applaud.
Very good, from this audience, Anton gives full marks!
A very interesting observation is that no matter who casts Anton's bread spell, the taste will only stop at the skill he used when he developed the bread spell.
What exactly is the principle of this thing? Even Voldemort can't figure it out.
Of course, the most important feature of the bread spell is that it allows the wizard to inject life insights into it.
This effect is already similar to emotional potions.
The effect of bread full of happy emotions is not much different from that of joy potions. 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 Sunshine Spell, or Sunshine Food Series Spell.
There is no way, he just has a unique talent in this kind of useless magic, and he can't let it go to waste.
"Then, we need the participation of a lucky audience." Anton clapped his hands and looked at each one with interest.
The elves looked at him blankly, some resisted, some barely raised their hands with faces full of eagerness, and some looked calm.
Finally, Anton pointed to an elf that looked very happy.
This elf has a row of small round holes on its huge ears, which looks particularly fun.
"What's your name, elf."
"Earrings, sir, my name is Earrings."
Earrings?
Anton took a look at the holes in its ears and saw that they could indeed wear earrings. No, they were wearing a row of earrings, similar to the cool look of a nine-ring knife.
"Then, please help me, the earring elf, to make this ball of dough into bread, and then use the same method to make another one from flour." The pupils of Anton's eyes expanded rapidly, and dark green stars filled the air.
"Let me see if there is any difference."
"At your service, sir."
Under the gaze of other elves, Earrings trotted to the long table, raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
The other elves quickly brought clean plates and let the pieces of bread fall onto the plates.
Just in an instant, two loaves of bread that looked exactly the same appeared in front of me.
Anton blinked, "I noticed that you all need to snap your fingers to cast magic? I also have an elf named Abby at home, and it does the same. It's just that I was too busy during the holidays, so I didn't get to communicate with it properly."
"Yes, sir." He snapped his fingers. The originally messy table became clean and tidy, and things were placed neatly.
"Wow~" Anton was exclaimed now.
He thought for a moment, took out his wand and handed it over, "Can you try using the wand?"
Earrings hurriedly backed away, "No, elves are not allowed to use wands, sir."
The other elves also looked frightened, as if they had encountered something terrible.
Unlike goblins, an independent intelligent race, house elves (house elves) originally depended on houses to survive. Strictly speaking, they did not serve humans, but served the owners of the 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 an act seeking death, and has long been restricted by red lines drawn by wizards.
If an elf wants to live well, he must abide by some rules.
The same goes for humans.
In fact, who isn't?
"Okay." Anton shrugged without forcing anything.
He broke off a piece of bread made by beating the dough with his own hands, and his eyes lit up, wow, the texture really improved.
To confirm this idea, he broke another piece of bread made by the elf normally.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Hahaha, the bread curse can be upgraded to 20."
Anton took out his wand, thought for a long time, and finally smiled and waved it gently.
Waved with great grace.
"Daisies, sweet cream and sunshine, I want a piece of bread, change it for me!"
Flour is flying, and various materials are floating, intertwined, and beating, as if playing a silent symphony.
With a sudden flash of firelight, a rich aroma filled the air.
Pieces of honey jam buns flew out of the fire and floated in front of every elf.
"Master Wizard is happy today and invites all the elves to eat bread." Anton laughed heartily and brightly.
Suddenly everyone felt much more comfortable.
"Eat, eat all. I know your recipe includes bread. If you don't eat it, you won't give me this face."
All the elves looked at each other in confusion, and finally silently took down the buns floating in front of them. Perhaps they thought it was impolite to eat in front of the wizard, so they bowed one by one and left slowly.
I don’t know if it was an auditory hallucination, but there was a faint sound of muffled crying coming from the corner.
Earring held the piece of bread that belonged to him with both hands, his eyes filled with tears, "Sir, I have never..."
Anton waved his hand and said, "Go away, I hate sensationalism the most."
The earrings were immediately choked.
Thousands of words finally turned into a vigorous bow and he trotted away.
Anton stretched and said, "You can go back and have a good sleep."
At this moment, the kitchen door slowly opened, and a man in turquoise clothes wearing a sexy bag sneaked in.
He half-squatted with his butt sticking out, turned around and looked back through the crack in the door to carefully observe what was going on outside.
Suddenly, someone tapped him on the shoulder.
"Shh!" He quickly raised his fingers and said in a low voice, "Elves, please be good and be quiet and don't talk. Be careful of the whereabouts of the great Lockhart being discovered."
Finally, he slowly and gently closed the kitchen door.
He opened his arms and turned around, "Ah ha, elves, do you miss 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!
It’s so scary!
Why is this little wizard everywhere?
Lockhart swallowed and explained in a panic, "I was a little hungry, so I came to get some food. Yes, just to get something to eat. Haha, you also discovered this wonderful place, right?"
"Yeah?"
Anton looked at him steadily, making Lockhart panic.
"If you didn't explain, I would have thought you were really here to get some food."