All things are three at Hogwarts

"Everything Is Three at Hogwarts"

"Penello, can you make our French baked escargots?"

"Penello, what's the starry sky pie? I'd better make a vegetable salad...can you help me cut the vegetables?"

"Emily! Morgan le Fay is going to let us do it ourselves."

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As soon as Helena floated into the kitchen, she noticed that in front of those very bright bell-shaped crystal glass covers, several witches were chattering at the various ingredients stored inside. Fleur and Emily were surrounding Penello, and Hermione was Shaking her head in disapproval at Emily emphasized the need for her to do it on her own.

"Helena? Were you also called here by Morgan le Fay?" Fleur saw the female ghost come in and thought that she, who was usually favored, had also been called in by Albert's mother, so she couldn't help but feel a little timid about this cooking show.

"I helped grandma bring the plate in, and she asked me to keep an eye on it for her." Helena didn't have a good attitude toward Penello, but her attitude toward Fleur and Emily was normal.

Unlike Luna and Hermione, Penello knew that the female ghost from her former college was Allen's daughter, so she would not have any antagonism towards her to avoid upsetting the other Harrises. She just nodded to her. Said hello.

Emily obviously thought of this, and she immediately grabbed Penello's hand: "Penello, I just knocked on the portrait, and Bonnie said that Helga went to Toby's village for a visit and won't come back for a while. You can't Help me do it and give us some guidance.”

Faced with Fleur and Emily's request for help, Penello was very helpful. She went to the clothes rack and took out an apron to put on her body. She looked at Hermione from the side, as if she wanted to wait for her to ask for help.

Hermione understood Penello's intention very well. She patted the recipe she had just taken out, "Monica, the owner of Little Mama's Cake Shop, gave me her recipe. This was after she learned Helga's recipe at the temple. I heard that the new homemade cheese cake tastes better than the previous one, so as long as I follow the recipe strictly, it will be fine."

This made Penello frown. She noticed that Hermione seemed to have planned this, which made her angry and felt a sense of crisis. She snorted interferingly: "Humph, cooking is not your class, so You can't make anything delicious by being rigid, do you think you can become a chef just like that?"

"As long as you put your mind to it, anyone can be a chef..." Hermione protested unconvinced, and then, pretending to be smug, she took out a set of tools from her pocket that were needed to make advanced potions, and I also picked up a set of measuring cups, scales and the like that are only used in Muggle experiments.

"Then just be careful here..." Penello said impatiently, then greeted Fleur and Emily, and began to make suggestions for them. Emily made Yorkshire pudding and arranged roast beef for Fleur. It seemed like they wanted Fleur and Emily to outperform Hermione.

After taking some food from the food storage area, the kitchen temporarily calmed down, but the scene gradually became Hermione alone, while Penello, Fleur and Emily were beside them, bickering and laughing.

Hermione, who was standing in front of the big fireplace, just took a look and added a large piece of butter to the cheese. She stared straight at the stirrer controlled by the wand and stirred vigorously in the bowl. The situation at the moment made her Recalling the difficult days when she first arrived at Hogwarts, after being sorted into Gryffindor, almost no little lion was willing to make friends with top students like her, so she could only be alone in the library. Read books in the library to complete homework.

Floating to the ceiling, keeping herself from being noticed in the blind spot of everyone's sight. Helena noticed this. Although she was sought after by everyone because of her mother since she was a child, she could not make real friends because of it. She could understand this. Emotion, so she thought about it and let herself float next to Hermione. She didn't speak but looked down at Miss Know-It-All, who was much smaller than her, cooking. This made Hermione feel much better. She raised her head and said gratefully to Helena. Force a smile.

Fleur, who has Veela blood who is good at detecting human emotions and seducing them, also noticed the situation here. Not counting Daisy, she got along well with other girls. She took the initiative and said: "Hermione, come here quickly, Morgan Le Fay." Yi just told Penelo not to help, he didn’t say we couldn’t help ourselves.”

Feeling the kindness of Helena and Fleur, Hermione shook her head to shake off the bad memory and asked in a doubtful tone: "Well, Fleur... you French people are very knowledgeable about cheese. Do you know how to make cakes?" What is the most appropriate level of stirring? When the recipe says mixing is moderate, how much is it?"

"It was ready three minutes ago." Penello raised one corner of his mouth and sneered, "Sorry, Miss Know-It-All, I thought this was the special secret ingredient of your recipe."

Hermione's face turned red like an explosion, and she stiffly thanked her, then turned her attention back to the recipe and turned to the previous page, intending to start over.

"Penello, help us all keep an eye on it. I haven't done much cooking..." Fleur looked at Hermione and Penello and suggested cautiously.

"Penello, please help me, how big is the gap in the middle of this dough?" Emily asked Penelo directly for help, pretending to have inadvertently interrupted Fleur's invitation, and then looked back at Sister-in-law Veela, "Fleur , during your last wedding, I heard your dad say that your grandma gets angry easily, and then she transformed into throwing fireballs at your grandpa?"

"It needs to be big enough, preferably concentric circles that account for about two-thirds of the total area." The smile on Penello's face looked much more sincere when facing Emily.

"Thank you Fleur. I also have the recipe. It won't be a big problem if you follow it. I want to do it myself." Hermione pointed angrily and turned the page again. Her eyes met Penello who was looking over. , and then moved away expressionlessly, raising his delicate chin.

Hermione picked up the pot and poured all the stirred cheese aside, intending to keep it to feed her Crookshanks. Then she turned around and walked towards the buckled crystal bell jars to get some more ingredients.

"Well, actually my grandpa and dad are the ones doing the cooking at home... If my grandpa doesn't cook, my grandma will throw fireballs at him." Fleur was a little embarrassed and thought of a way to lighten the atmosphere, then noticed Helena stood aside and asked dryly and tentatively, "Helena, why don't you also help Hermione give her a try? You can also learn from it."

To Fleur's surprise, Helena, who usually didn't communicate much with Hermione and Penello, nodded and actually drifted over and followed Hermione.

Penelope watched in silence as Helena's movements seemed a bit distasteful, and hearing Hermione's continuous and confident description of the effects of the recipe made her very worried. Then she assigned Fleur and Emily a task. They focused on the food in front of them, and then she pretended to be taking a walk and carefully moved a few steps over to read the recipe with her excellent eyesight and height advantage.

She flipped through the pages of the recipe with her fingers. Based on her experience, Penello made a rough estimate and found that this dish should taste good if made. This made her frown. Suddenly, Penello noticed something written in the diary. Applying the black golem lube, she rolled her eyes, raised her head and looked around. Fleur and Emily were working together to make the Sunday roast that required roast beef and Yorkshire pudding, and Hermione seemed to be because of Helena. Somewhat pleased with the kindness, they were standing in front of the lockers communicating with each other.

Thinking of Hermione's confident words, Penelope raised her eyebrows and turned over the pages of the recipe again, then pointed with her finger, and then calmly smiled at Fleur and Emily: "The Sunday roast also comes with roast potatoes, and none of the three side dishes are too complicated. Morgan le Fay is great at it and she'll be delighted."