Chapter 289 The Hufflepuff that everyone loves

Malfoy's whole mood was wrong.

Before arriving at school, he thought that this year he would have an unprecedented start: his father got the founder's relics as a birthday gift for him, and all his classmates who had seen the magic of those golden cups looked envious. Even better, he heard that Porter had passed out on the train.

He could already imagine himself laughing at Potter with the golden cup in hand.

As a result, Professor White's performance just now was like giving him a blow: Is the cup in front of him a bit too similar in function to his three golden cups?

Malfoy felt that the eyes of his companions around him were wrong. The attention he loved most in the past now made him feel uneasy.

He pretended to be calm, drank all the pumpkin juice in the cup, and then filled it with water. Something magical happened. The moment the cup was filled with water, the water in the cup turned into pumpkin juice.

Malfoy:…

The sweet pumpkin juice turned bitter in his mouth. At a loss, he decided to send an email to his father after eating, asking him to have a good confrontation with that damn Borgin.

The "sight" that Malfoy felt was actually an illusion. Now that the entire little wizard in the auditorium was amazed by the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, how could they have the time to watch Malfoy's jokes?

Les was also amazed by Helga: Is this magic effect a bit too outrageous?

If Hufflepuff could really cast such brilliant food magic on hundreds of cups at once, then Les felt that there was really no need for her to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. It would be great to teach food magic.

Seeing that they could order freely, many professors were eager to give it a try. Professor McGonagall cleared her throat and asked Helga if she could get her a glass of lemon-flavored Perrier.

She has taken extra classes and is familiar with most modern dishes and drinks.

This makes sense. Although the level of magic required to do this is still frighteningly high, it is still within the understandable range.

Hufflepuff made a special copper cup in advance and then used a copying spell to make hundreds of copies. These replica cups are functionally identical to the real ones, but their storage time depends on the amount of magic Hufflepuff provides.

As for what kind of drink it can be changed into, it is probably fixed from the beginning. Even if no one shouts "pumpkin juice" in the audience, Hufflepuff will choose this option.

"What do you want to drink? I can make it happen." Hufflepuff looked at his colleagues with a smile and gave the professors the privilege of "ordering".

But Les didn’t believe that Helga could directly turn water into pumpkin juice. She must have used a trick.

"Of course, please." Hufflepuff tapped Professor McGonagall's cup with her wand. The bubbling water gushes out from the bottom of her cup and fills her wine cup. There is still a trace of lucidity floating in the air. No lemon flavor.

After a startling opening speech, Hufflepuff sat back down and chatted with his future colleagues.

It's not difficult to conjure wine glasses and fill them with mulled wine for hundreds of students, but it's quite outrageous to polymorph hundreds of glasses at the same time. In the end, the magic of turning the water in hundreds of cups into pumpkin juice and being able to continue "refilling" the cup is incredible. Les couldn't do it himself. He was not as accomplished in food magic as Helga.

Les raised the glass and looked at it carefully, and soon discovered the little trick played by Hufflepuff: these conjured wine glasses were all copied using a copying spell.

"Thank you!" Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows, brought the wine glass in front of her, and tasted it carefully - it was indeed the drink she ordered.

"I want mead. If you can, give me a bigger cup." Seeing that Professor McGonagall got what she wanted, Hagrid quickly made his request.

He was in a pretty good mood today and wanted to have a couple of drinks.

"No problem, but you don't need to change the cup, just pour the wine out." Hufflepuff knocked Hagrid's wine glass twice, and the liquid in his glass turned into amber liquid.

Hagrid picked up the cup and poured the wine into a goblet at his hand. As a result, the goblet was full and the wine in the small copper cup had not yet reached the bottom.

Hagrid:!

Judging from the volume, ten small copper cups could not fill this goblet, but the result was unexpected.

"Amazing!"

"This is magic." Hufflepuff looked at the other professors, wondering if they had any requests.

Professor Flitwick said a little embarrassedly: "Please bring me a glass of sherry juice mixed with ice and soda water."

Professor McGonagall glared at him: Are you here to cause trouble? Do you really think this is a bar?

Flitwick smiled sarcastically: It was a limit test. He wanted to see where the limits of Professor White's magic were, but he had no malicious intent.

This request is not difficult for Hufflepuff. He only needs to conjure sherry juice first and then soda water. As for ice cubes, he can easily get them.

Dumbledore ordered a glass of ice wine with a syrup-like texture and enjoyed it happily.

Professor Sprout of Hufflepuff House watched all this, and he was fascinated by it. It wasn't until Professor McGonagall poked her that she reacted and asked Professor White for a cup of black tea.

When the steaming black tea was brought to her, Sprout couldn't help but ask: "You seem to be very good at food magic?"

Hufflepuff nodded, she was indeed the best food magician in thousands of years. Her abilities go beyond conjuring drinks and using tricks to give food rich flavors. She can also add some special effects to food.

"Unheard of, unseen." Professor Sprout sighed.

"Maybe it's lost." Hufflepuff sighed. It's true that none of her students have inherited her food magic intact.

But what she just used wasn't food magic. She bought a lot of drinks in advance, and then she just summoned these drinks from her inventory when other teachers wanted to drink.

Thinking of this, Hufflepuff glanced at Hagrid, who had already drank three glasses of mead, and silently stopped the spell in his glass. If she drinks any more, her stock will be drained.

Catalyzed by various drinks, the atmosphere at the teachers' table became cheerful. Everyone had a good impression of the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

The atmosphere of the banquet was excellent, and the house elves in the kitchen tried their best to allow the little wizards, who had come all the way and were soaked in the rain, to enjoy an extremely sumptuous back-to-school banquet.

After the last piece of crème brûlée disappeared from the plate, Dumbledore gave the order, and the opening party was truly over. The young wizards stood up and returned from the auditorium to the common room.

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The second update is here. The next update will be in the evening, so I have to wait a moment.