Chapter 18 Foodies

Climbing into the barrel, Robert reached the common room.

It was already past 6 o'clock. Although it was Saturday, several senior students had already gotten up. Some were taking care of plants, while others were reading.

Robert ran in carrying a frying pan, which attracted the attention of the Hufflepuffs.

They watched curiously as the apprentice put the long-handled frying pan into the fireplace, put a piece of white fat on it, waited for it to melt, and finally poured the dumplings on it.

"Bah..." As the dumplings entered the pot, golden grease splashed. Robert quickly covered the pot and moved the frying pan away from the flame.

You know, there is not only flames in the fireplace, this is his latest discovery, there is an iron frame inside! Although there is no open flame here, the temperature is not low, which is just right for using the residual heat to fry the dumplings until they are slightly crispy.

"It smells so good." A senior sister came over, "What are you frying, bread? And meat?"

"Good morning, senior, I'm making fried dumplings." Robert opened the lid of the pot and took a look. The bottom edge seemed to be dyed golden.

He took out the frying pan and placed it on the wooden mat outside the fireplace. "It should be ready. Senior sister, may I ask... where are the dinner plates?"

The senior glanced at him curiously and took out a clean plate from the bookshelf nearby.

Robert was stunned.

The senior sister scratched her head and felt a little embarrassed, "You know, they always say that Hufflepuff people are trash, so we hid the tableware."

Feeling that Robert's eyes were getting weirder, the senior sister said confidently, "Knowledge is spiritual food! There is absolutely no problem if the dinner plate and books are put together!"

Seeing that Robert was still standing there staring blankly, the senior sister became anxious and stamped her feet, "Oh, do you still want the plate?" With that, she made a show of putting the plate back into the bookshelf.

Robert quickly took it, put the fried dumplings on a plate, and brought it to the desk nearby.

The tempting aroma of the food attracted many people, and the Hufflepuffs came over curiously to watch.

"Hey, is this a dumpling?" A senior student wearing glasses leaned over the plate and looked at it, "What kind of filling is it?"

"Would you like to try the meat stuffing?" Robert handed the plate over.

The senior sister happily picked up one and took a bite.

"Hey, it's not soft?" She was stunned. "Well, it's a little hard and a little crispy. What is it? It seems to taste good? I think I can suggest adding it to the breakfast menu."

After hearing what she said, Robert simply distributed the fried dumplings to the Hufflepuff seniors present.

The senior who handed Robert the plate patted him on the shoulder, still holding half a fried dumpling in his hand, "Not bad, not bad, it carries forward the fine traditions of our Hufflepuffs. I am Nicole Kilman. If you have anything, you can ask me." I am very confident, especially when it comes to cooking." As she spoke, she raised her head proudly and stuffed the other half of the fried dumpling into her mouth.

So what is the tradition of Hufflepuff? After entering the school, new students should have a meal to reward their seniors?

The senior who was the first to taste the fried dumplings said, "If you are not confident about what herbs to put in, oh, no, I mean, seasonings, yes, if you are not confident about your seasonings, you can come to me!"

"Oh my God, Vadina, the greenhouse thief is indeed you!" A witch with purple shaggy hair said in surprise. She was secretly picking up the last fried dumpling on the plate with her index finger and thumb and stuffing it into her mouth. This was also the reason why her speech was slurred at this time.

The senior named Vadina exploded and quickly chased someone away, "Nymphadora! Apologize to me!"

"Don't call me Nymphadora!" In the distance, I seemed to hear the chased senior yelling, "Call me Tonks!"

"Okay, anyway, welcome to Hufflepuff." Senior Sister Nicole waved to Robert, "Freshman, do you want me to show you around the school? You know, there are 142 stairs in Hogwarts. There are many, some will change direction when you go up, and some will suddenly disappear. If you are lucky, you can ask the Fat Monk or Nearly Headless Nick for directions, but other ghosts..." She smashed it. Mouth, "Anyway, remembering the stairs will help you find the classroom quickly and ensure that you will not be late. You don't want to have points deducted for being late, right?"

Robert naturally agreed and followed his senior sister's footsteps obediently.

Senior Nicole took him through the correct stairs, including how to find classrooms, bathrooms, professors' offices, campus hospitals, libraries, etc., "There are many secret passages and secret rooms in the castle. You can explore them by yourself when you have time." . What I take you is just the route I have explored. If you are interested, you can find a faster route by yourself. Of course, if you are hungry, just go to the kitchen. I am glad that you found it on the first day. It means you are a real Hufflepuff!"

The senior looked proud, but Robert looked confused. Have the students of Badger Academy already accepted that they are foodies?

Have you ever considered Helga Hufflepuff's feelings?

Wait a minute, maybe she will be really proud!

Legend has it that Hufflepuff was particularly famous for her ability to use food spells. She even left a cookbook. The traditional dishes at Hogwarts banquets are now from this cookbook. Robert once suspected that this precious cookbook was used. In the hands of the Hogwarts house elves.

Housework, they're professional.

Ah, talking about housework, Robert glanced at the panel. The housework experience in it increased by 1, and it is now [housework level 0 (2/10)].

Following Nicole, Robert finally arrived at the greenhouse outside the castle.

"This is our dean, Professor Sprout." Nicole pointed to the busy figure in the greenhouse, "Everyone in our Hufflepuffs is good at herbology. If you are interested in these magical plants, I suggest Come to the greenhouse more often."

At this time, the fat witch seemed to have finally finished her work. She patted each other with her hands wearing fire dragon leather gloves. She looked up and saw two little badgers.

"Miss Kilman." The witch gave a big smile, which made her look very kind. "Want to come and see your magical plant?"

Nicole stepped forward, "Yes, Professor, I have been anxious all summer because I was worried about it. By the way, this is Robert Leslie, the new Hufflepuff student this year. He has good cooking skills."

Robert watched helplessly as the amiable middle-aged witch's eyes flashed with alertness when she heard "Good cooking skills."

"Meow meow meow?" Robert looked confused. My dear seniors, what exactly did you do to the plants that the dean worked so hard to cultivate to make her react like this?