Looking at the bucket full of chicken blood, William was a little confused - pig blood can be made into blood tofu with salt and water, but what about chicken blood?

Moreover, it is true that he has never tasted dishes made with chicken blood. He has eaten duck blood in hot pot, but it shouldn't be interchangeable, right?

William thought about it and finally decided to give it a try - if it doesn't work, just waste the ingredients. You can't keep the blood and turn it into a hidden danger, right?

Mix salt and water in a certain proportion, and then pour the chicken blood in. This is how it works in theory.

After making five or six mistakes in a row, William successfully produced the first blood by relying on his experience in potion correction. After that, the bucket of blood naturally turned into tofu.

'If it solidifies into a lump, it should lose its function - unless that messy ritual requires hot pot ingredients.'

"Adams, do you know him?"

William held up the blood clot to show off. He remembered that animal blood was not consumed in many places.

"Blood sausage? It's a bit like it, but without the casing -" Adams poked with his hand uncertainly, "Eating the coagulated chicken blood directly? It's a good idea. I can try cooking it."

"Blood sausage?"

This time it was William's turn to be surprised.

"Of course, German blood sausage, a very famous dish -" he took the blood tofu from William's hand, "don't underestimate Hufflepuff graduates!"

Don’t add messy settings to Hufflepuff graduates!

But Adams, who was busy researching new dishes, had no time to pay attention to William's complaints. He began to take out various things from the package he carried - chopping boards, three sets of knives, four pots of different shapes, and William was all in a mess.

Unidentified herbs, all kinds of seasoning boxes...

"It'll be done soon. I'll try the cooking method," Adams waved his hand without looking back, "It will be quick with magic help. You can go do other things first."

I feel abandoned...

"Okay, then I'm looking forward to it!"

Hufflepuff's cooking skills are still worthy of trust. After considering that he can barely eat the food he cooks, William decisively chooses to trust Adams - what if he becomes a hairy one?

The centaurs were already getting excited by the fire - Hagrid had brought a lot of wine. Although the quality was average, it was better than taking care of it. The centaurs didn't mind it either. Although the barbecue was not ready yet, many wine barrels had been opened.

.

"Go and sit with Hagrid and the others for a while." William looked around, gave up and sat among the centaurs - it wasn't that he had any discrimination against centaurs, but that he couldn't help it when he got close to them.

Thinking of my cellmate...

William still clearly remembered the research on centaurs. This was a famous joke in Azkaban. Now if he accidentally said something wrong, it would be really fun.

"William," Hagrid raised his bucket-sized cup, "Is Professor Adams working on a new dish again?"

"Of course," William sat down next to the fire, picked up the skewered sausages and put them on the fire to roast. "He likes herbal cuisine, and he especially likes to use herbs in food."

"By the way, I forgot to congratulate you. You played very well in yesterday's game, Mr. Potter." William turned his face and added his blessing.

"Thank you, Professor."

Harry was very polite, but it was obvious that having such a group of people come to celebrate was not to his liking - compared to the conversation when William caught him wandering around at night, the kid was much more reserved now.

'By the way, he was the one who reminded me about ghosts last time - he said he heard random noises last time. Was it Ginny's doing or was he hallucinating?'

"Mr. Potter, you said you heard the strange noise last time. Have you heard it again recently?"

"No more, Professor."

Harry was a little surprised, but responded quickly.

"It's okay if there's no more," William was relieved - there was a high probability that Ginny did it and took an unknown secret path.

Although the possibility of the child hitting a tree and damaging his head cannot be ruled out, since he can't hear anything, it should be fine.

"Well, thank you, professor."

Although William was still a little curious about what the girl next to him who jumped on the train at the beginning of school had learned from the crown, he still didn't ask in front of his two little friends - there is no need to worry about the disadvantages being shared.

The remaining two children probably won't feel well.

"William, William, the new dish is ready, come and try it!"

Just as William was contemplating, Adams walked over with a big pot floating in the air behind his back. As he walked, he added something to the centaur bowl next to the fire, just like the waiter at Haidilao distributing sour plum soup.

"What?"

"Soup, after I tried stewing, roasting, steaming, and frying, I finally found that this thing is suitable for soup, and it tastes very tender."

Okay, whatever you say is what it is - William took the bowl and took a sip, um, it tastes okay.

"I'm going to distribute it. You drink it slowly. We have enough materials for today," Adams said with a look on his face. "After you drink it, I'll see who can do bad things with it!"

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journal

October 1st

After a busy day, after drinking, the horse people are not so difficult to contact. It is much easier to control my emotions than I thought. Those horse people are really honest and do not show any cheating when drinking, although they have a bad temper.

, but it feels good after being together for a long time.

Wait—I have no plans to follow through on that report!

October 2

The Daily Prophet published a special issue - the price remained the same and the paper became three times thicker.

I don’t know how much subsidies the Ministry of Magic and the school board subsidized. The cost of this newspaper is much higher than the selling price.

It is said that there will be reissues in the evening, and the magic world is not blocked at all...

…

October 6

Adams is right, no one can do bad things after drinking it.

After that celebration, Hogwarts quickly entered a state of peace - or, in other words, returned to what a school should be like.

To be honest, I couldn't be more satisfied with being able to attend a week of classes so happily.

The fifth-grade students are doing their papers honestly, the children in solitary confinement are being kept in solitary confinement honestly, the sixth-grade students are improving their knowledge, and the seventh-grade students are guiding the future. Everything is going as expected.

Even the uproar about the crown has calmed down. Although the special issue of the Daily Prophet was very popular, the turmoil finally stopped. The students no longer discussed getting the crown and everything seemed normal.

October 7th, cloudy

I hate cloudy days, but today was the second round of the corona test, several professors used it for the second time, and several new professors also joined in to conduct experiments.

But the result was very unexpected. What I got from wearing the crown for the second time could not be compared with the first time. This was more exaggerated than I guessed for the first time. The crown only gave me inspiration to solve the problem. It was just a matter of accumulation and accumulation.

It is not as magical as the legends passed down from generation to generation. Perhaps it has been too beautified in the stories passed down from generation to generation.

…

October 14, rain

I hate Britain - if there's anything more unpleasant than a cloudy day, it's a rainy day, and what's worse, it's been raining every day for a week!

The dirt roads at Hogwarts have turned into swamps!

There is actually more uncomfortable weather than the rainy season in the south. It’s really amazing!

A new test was conducted today, but nothing was found. The professor who used the crown for the third time said that the revelation he got was similar to the second time. This is probably the only good news.

The crown is not going well, and neither is I. (The black lines crossed out continuously are stained with ink again.)

…

October 18th – Rain!!!!

Damn rain, why does it rain so much at Hogwarts?

There’s not enough chocolate to eat!

Owl is extremely reluctant to work overtime. The fireplace is fully used, but it is still quite annoying. The pattering rain is much more disgusting than the plum rain. Every morning when I wake up and look out the window, it feels like it is gray all over again.

The answer is the same as that place.

The only good thing is that the students in the three grades have improved faster than expected, and the fifth grade students can even get an O from me, and this is because I didn't give in!

That Miss Nancy is really good at summarizing and finding problems. I probably need to change my thinking about writing.

Another thing - the twenty points Miss Nancy took from me caused me to write a report and submit it to the superiors for review and approval. It was submitted to the four deans for review and approval. If there were too many extra points, that's what it would look like...

Galleons are nothing, my salary will be paid tomorrow.

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After writing down the diary for the eighteenth day, William laid himself out on the bed. There was a thick stack of information waiting for his approval, but he had no intention of reading it.

The sequelae of Azkaban completely broke out in this rainy October. The gray and sunless sky made him think about the messy things that happened there all the time.

'I didn't check my alcohol yesterday, so I have to work hard on whatever I say today!'

William resisted and stuffed himself with a piece of chocolate, using the sweetness to regain some strength.

'No more, more chocolate will be addictive!'
To be continued...