HP Systematic Seaver

In addition to learning something interested.The two sisters immediately talked non-stop, fearing that Sif would repent halfway, and continued to ask them to read.

It turns out that the Christmas market is a market composed of many vendors along the streets of the Thames every year.

Sayuri said: "There are a lot of snacks there, all kinds."

Trumpet Hu said: "Almost all the snacks in the world can be found there."

Sayuri added: "It's so lively there, there are a lot of people."

The system knows that many people sell delicious food.

Business opportunity.

After a while, after Sister Hua'er left, Sif entered the space, and the system was busy with excitement.Seeing the system interface, Sev quickly asked for his points.

The system said happily: "Little master, the points for selling flowers and the points for Halloween add up, we can make a lot of money."

Sev didn't understand, he really didn't see any business opportunities here.

The system continued: "Look, there's a night market there, and it's delicious food. Isn't this a business opportunity?"

Little Sif didn't understand, but in the afternoon, when he was standing in the Christmas market by the River Thames, he realized that never underestimate the speed of action of a system.

Little Sif looked at himself blankly.

In front of him, there was a brand-new car with bright paint, a roof and decorative ribbons, two stoves were gurgling and smoking, and a snack trolley dedicated to the food street was impressively in front of him.

Beside him, several large packages of fresh ingredients were just taken out of the cabinet under the car, and buckets of clean water and two small benches were placed beside him.

The system is still chattering and introducing: "Little master, this snack cart was developed by the system mall for Christmas. Look at these two stoves. Although they are connected to batteries, the energy is actually unlimited. Look at the There is no limit to the space of the cabinet, look at the bucket of water, the quantity is unlimited, and the bells and lanterns on it don’t need electricity to move themselves.”

Little Sif looked up at the colorful lights in front of the snack cart, feeling unreal.

Because 1 minute ago, he felt that he was still poor and white, but after he ordered whether to exchange 1000 points for Christmas special mobile food carts, these things appeared in front of him out of thin air.

Little Sif felt the stove, and the water was boiling.

He said: "You want me to sell snacks, I can't cook."

The system is confident: "My little master, I know, we have all seen that your talent in cooking, stewing, mixing, handling materials and mastering fire and knife skills is simply shocking. You are an expert in this field." genius."

In the space, the Great God was sleeping soundly, he didn't hear the conclusion drawn by the system, otherwise the Great God would definitely experience the feeling of being struck by lightning again.

This afternoon, when little Sif began to get busy with this new business opportunity.

In a distant place, separated by many roads and rivers, in a castle in the far north, a window opened, and an owl flew to an old man with a letter.

The old man was sitting in front of the table, his beard shining brightly in the light, he opened the letter, saw the signature on the nomination, he was taken aback.

The old man opened the envelope and let out a long sigh after reading it.

He sighed as expected.

Everything was consistent with what he thought, the student, the man, the man named Tom Riddle came back many years ago.

This letter was Tom Riddle's letter, and he applied again for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

The old man still remembered the way the child left. He had applied for this teaching position when he graduated, and the headmaster at that time had already allowed it, but he finally canceled the headmaster's decision on the grounds of lack of experience.

Tom left, supposedly went to work in Knockturn Alley, and then he disappeared.

Now that Tom Riddle is back, he wrote that he's reapplying for the Defense Against the Dark Arts position.

Dumbledore looked at the letter with a puzzled expression.

He finally pulled out the letter paper and spread it out on the table, then set a meeting for the day before Christmas.Tom is back, what is he like now, Dumbledore is wondering, does this child still have the terrible desire that terrified him 20 years ago, which can almost burn the whole society into ruins.The flame that once burned in Gellert Grindelwald's eyes continued to communicate with the light that once secretly burned in the eyes of young Tom Riddle, which surprised him when he saw it by accident. Now Tom doesn't know what it is look like.

Dumbledore put the letter in the envelope heavily, stamped the Hogwarts seal, and let the owl fly.

He watched the owl disappear into the darkening distance, he looked at the sky, maybe the sky was about to change in the wizarding world.

☆、Sell snacks

This evening, after the sky gradually darkened, the Christmas market became lively.

Little Sev stood in front of his cart, staring at a big red Santa hat in his hand.

This hat is pointed, pure red, and there is a small ball on the top.

The system said: "Take it, little master, take it."

Little Sif shook his head.

The system said: "But look, when you don't wear it and bow your head to do things, your hair will fall down and block your eyes."

Little Sif stared angrily. The little boy who was almost nine years old hadn't cut his hair for several months. His hair was so long that it almost reached his shoulders. When he lowered his head to do something, he would fall down to block his sight.What an exasperation.

The system suggested that he wear a hat and tuck his hair in. It seems that many vendors at the Christmas market wear Santa hats.

Sev looked at the red hat and was determined not to follow.

The system continued: "Little master, after two days of free time, I'll take you to cut your hair."

Little Sif shook his head: "No, it costs money to cut your hair, so I'll just comb it like this."

The system shook his head: "If you arrange it casually like this, you just get a middle part and the rest hangs down. This shape is too simple."

Little Sif ignored him.

The system continued: "So we need to find a barber shop for styling."

Little Sif pouted: "I won't go."

The system said helplessly, "Then your hair is too long to cover your eyes."

In the corner of the system, the master secretly suggested: "Actually, if you want your hair not to block your eyes, there is another good way, that is, you don't wash your hair all the time. When the hair gets too oily, the hair will not slip down and block your sight when it becomes knotted."

The system sent the waste recycling bin to the god of smashing again.

The master felt that he understood the source of the future professor's style.

The system and Sev continued to argue for a while, and then Sif looked at the gurgling pot in front of him, put on his hat in compromise, stuffed his hair in, and reached out to stir the soup in the pot.

On the issue of what to sell, the system took a lot of brains.

First of all, as a Chinese system, the first thing that comes to mind is the Chinese style, but this is the West, it seems that there are some things that foreigners do not understand, and finally the system chooses glutinous rice balls.It is said that a famous British figure went to China in the 20s and yelled after eating glutinous rice balls. He couldn't understand how the Chinese stuffed hot sugar into the glutinous rice balls, and kept saying it was incredible.

So the system asked Sif to exchange a large bag of glutinous rice balls.

However, the so-called inspiration always inspires each other.Now that there are glutinous rice balls, are the meatballs still far away? The system has exchanged for peeing beef balls. The big meatballs are filled with hot soup. It is said that it will spray out when you bite it with your mouth. It is as powerful as a boy peeing, and stronger than glutinous rice balls. Wonderful existence.

However, since there are beef balls, are fish balls and crab sticks still far away? The system purchased many balls again.

But there is no limit to things like thinking, the system is inspired, and continues to buy fish steaks, tofu, gluten, and then lotus root and kelp knots.

In the end, the system bought a large bag of bottom material.

So now what is boiling on the side of the snack cart is a popular national delicacy known to Chinese in the 21st century.

Do you know Malatang, this is it.

So in the London street market in the 20s, there was a pot of Malatang that crossed the boundaries of time and space, bubbling and emitting fragrance.

The system also knows that the so-called Malatang has a fragrance that travels far away. Anyone who sells Malatang in China can smell it from afar.Of course, the same is true here. The smell of Malatang spreads far away, covering the street. The British who have never eaten Malatang sniffed and showed confusion.

Sev also sniffed and smelled the smell, feeling very irritating, so he stood a little farther away.

He looked at the stove on the other side of the snack cart, and the things here were more reliable.

I don’t know if the British eat spicy food or not, but the British like to eat sweet food, and the cart here sells sweet food.

Seaver was stirring a large pot of syrup that was boiling on the stove. He didn't think he liked syrup, but he really liked the way the mixing spoon made it, the bubbles, the smoke, the beautiful things that happened when it boiled. transform.

At this time, it was approaching dusk, and there were more people on the street, and the system signaled Sif to display his products.

The first is a big steamed bun. It is said that the earliest Chinese food accepted by foreigners is steamed stuffed bun, so the system exchanged a big steamed bun.Sev opened the first cage of the steamer, and the boiling white smoke engulfed the aroma of the meat buns, and people passing by couldn't help but look at it, and the soft, warm, big white fat buns were sticking out of the steamer.

Most people recognized that they were steamed buns, and someone came up to buy a few, and Sev took out the paper bags sent by the system and put them in.

The man couldn't wait to take a bite, it was produced by the system, the quality was guaranteed, and the taste was of course good, but the man jumped up and yelled.

Tongue is burned.

Little Sif glared at a certain system that was pretending to be dead.

Bullying foreigners is ignorant, the bun is cold outside, but the meat is still steaming.

Not long after, the first person who dared to eat glutinous rice balls jumped three feet high at this food stall.

You must know that the stuffing in glutinous rice balls is a hundred times hotter than that in steamed buns.Foreigners walked away with tears in their tongues that were so hot that they couldn't feel it in front of the delicious Chinese food.

Little Sif took a look at the system, and the system continued to play dead.

Then there was the warrior who was the first to eat beef balls. He took a bite, and the hot broth made him firmly remember this wonderful water-spraying thing ever since.He also left in tears.

Sev stared at the system.

People around are already whispering, calling this snack cart a poisonous tongue snack cart.

Or not, he didn't say a word, he really didn't say a word, but the people around him called him a poisonous tongue.

The Great God looked at this picture and silently closed it to sleep.

After nightfall, the number of tourists gradually increased.There is no shortage of young people trying malatang, but others still prefer sweets.

Sev sets out his sweet tooth.In the afternoon, the system let him redeem the right to use a kitchen with his points, and he was able to complete these desserts in a system kitchen.

Sev stared at the puff. He had never heard of such a thing. Is there such a snack?

He silently looked at a young man who was eating Mala Tang, his face was flushed and his lips were red, he was crying and breathing, as if he had been beaten by someone, but he couldn't stop the beef balls in his hand.

Chili can be addictive. Little Sif silently estimated the mysterious properties that chili can produce.

Until a few children came over to look at the puffs.

At this time, the system has regained the dignity that belongs to the system. Sweets that are beyond the times are always very profitable.

Every pedestrian here from his little master couldn't help but stop.

The great master complained half-dreamly, system, you said a food stall, one side is Mala Tang, the other side is sweets, this side is sweet and greasy and the other side is spicy, what taste does it taste like when mixed together, of course, everyone passing by can't help but look at it Take a look or two.

But in this way, everyone couldn't help but come to buy things, and little Sif was busy and busy, gradually getting late at night.

When little Sif was working hard to cook a big pot of milk sugar, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

He looked up immediately, and realized something was wrong.Why didn't all the people passing by his snack cart look at him for half a minute, as if he didn't exist, and those who were shopping in his snack cart walked away in a panic as if they had encountered some major event up.

Little boys are weird.

He raised his head and looked around.

Then he saw a weirdo standing in front of the snack cart.

The man was leaning over, smelling the milk syrup cooking in his pot, with an obsessed look on his face.

The weirdo looked at the syrup and said, "Your pot of soup smells so good, little boy."

Little Sif kept paying attention to the heat, and then said, "This is just a sweet."

The weirdo took a deep breath: "Give me a drink."

Little Sif had to say, "This is not for drinking."

Seeing that the strange man didn't seem to understand, he simply explained while stirring.

"This is a kind of sweet food called milk sugar cube. Boil milk, add cream, add white sugar, and then add starch and stir. When it is very thick, pour it out and cool it. It will become a curdled milk cube. After cutting That's it."

The weirdo showed a greedy expression.Little Sif then opened the cupboard, took out the prepared plate and handed it to him.

The weird man picked up the plastic fork bought by the system, and carefully forked a piece. The curdled milk was white and tender, and it trembled slightly when poked. The man put the piece into his mouth, and then showed a look of obsession.Little Sif looked at him worriedly, knowing that even he felt a toothache when he boiled this milk recipe himself, adding sugar to the milk, then adding cream, and finally cooking it until it thickened, how sweet and greasy it must be, this strange person would show his teeth after eating it. so intoxicated.

This taste is too strong.

Little Sif looked at the weird man, who swallowed the milk formula, and couldn't wait to fork another piece. Little Sif and the system watched him eat all the milk formula one by one.

The weirdo licked his lips, then looked at Sif.

The system immediately asked Sif to take out all the formulas.

The weirdo swept up the Milk Sugar Fang in a storm.

The system prompts Xiao Xifu to recommend puffs.

Little Sev brought out puffs.The weirdo poked it with a fork, and the cream of the puffs splashed out.

Little Sif stared at the system, what kind of taste, all the recommendations are spraying things out.

Fortunately, the butter was not hot, because the weirdo got better, took a fork and ate it in one bite.Then the eyes burst out.

The weirdo wiped out the puffs in two bites, licking the cream from the corner of his mouth.The taste of this puff is very wonderful, the superimposition of cream and many layers of bread soaked in butter, showing sweetness and crispness, like cream and croissants.

The weirdo took out a large, clean plate to Little Sev.

Little Sif took a step back, and then he said, "Would you like some tiramisu?"

The weirdo showed an excited expression.

Little Sev cut him a small piece of tiramisu.The weirdo carefully put it into his mouth with a fork.

Then his expression changed.Holding the fork in his mouth, he was stunned with endless aftertaste.

After all, it is not without reason that tiramisu holds high as the chief of the world's desserts.In this small snack, there is a coffee cake with wine flavor. The cake is baked with whipped cream, cocoa powder, sugar and chocolate, and then spread cream on top, sprinkle cocoa powder, put a layer of cake, and then cream, Cocoa powder, the process is complicated. In a small cake, you can taste the sweetness of cheese, the coolness of chocolate, the delicateness of cream, the texture of eggs and sugar, the thickness of coffee, and the flavor of rum. Several flavors are displayed in layers around the sweetness, presenting a complex and diverse taste sensation.

This is the pinnacle of sweetness.

The weirdo eats the cake with a fork in his mouth, savoring the complex layers of tiramisu, and then suddenly feels that he should have eaten this kind of cake sooner.

This is what he should have.

life confidant.

The weirdo thinks, everyone in the world knows that he loves sweet things very much, and thinks it is abnormal for him to eat sweet things, but who knows his bitterness.Just like him, everyone in the world knows that he is an old guy who loves sweets, but who can understand how deep and complex unknown emotions are behind this sweetness, all the tastes in his life are captured by him. Covered with a blind taste of sweetness, no one tastes the hundred flavors under the sweetness, and no one understands him.

But this cake reveals the various experiences hidden behind the sweetness. The many layers of taste experience led by the sweetness, just like his life, there are countless sweet and sour, and then like this cake, Those tastes finally returned to sweetness, but made the original sweetness more pure aftertaste, just like him, using sweetness to cover up all the things behind it, so the sweetness he likes is not so ordinary, but infinite people understand.

The weirdo looked at the tiramisu cake with a strange look.

A confidant in life is better than tiramisu.

Sev looked at the strange man worriedly, and then couldn't help asking: "I still have hot tea with fruit and honey here, do you want a cup?"

Isn't he tired of eating so much sugar?

The weirdo smiled, took a sip of the lemonade, and said, "Add more honey."

The system was silent. This old man is not simple. He didn't see people coming and going around this small shop, so he must have been tricked.

Sif also saw it at this time, he looked at the weirdo, and then looked around.

The weirdo tastes the cake without understanding.

Little Sif looked at his own pot, then took out a spoon, and added cream to the cake, then he stared at the people coming and going in the distance, and the snacks around him were full of people.

The weirdo froze for a moment, and revoked the spell.

Without the Muggle-repelling spell, there were customers again.But that weird guy, he just sat down and started eating, not caring about the eyes of the people around him at all.

Little Sif looked at him helplessly.

The weirdo was drinking, too much honey was added, and it was very difficult for him to scoop it up. The weirdo still had black chocolate and white cheese on his long beard because he was eating cake. He was really an unusual old man.

☆, weird old man

Dumbledore was an old man, and of course, before he was an old man, he was a lonely old man.

If our system knows him, it will definitely suggest that he find someone to figure out what kind of fate he is, and why he is so lonely.

Let's look at Dumbledore's life before he blamed the old man and became the old man.

When he was an ordinary child, he also had a big family, but the situation was unpredictable, about the age when he just entered Hogwarts, the young Dumbledore was moving the stairs for the Hogwarts castle During the time of fuss, he was shocked to find that his sister was crazy, and she was a dangerous type of blowing up houses, and then his father was serving a life sentence in Azkaban. The whole family collapsed, and he moved away to cover up his sister.

Finally, they settled down in Godric's Valley. As the eldest son of the family, he managed to support the family after graduation. However, when he graduated, fate gave him a big graduation gift bag again. His crazy sister accidentally killed his mother.The young Dumbledore didn't even have time to travel with his friends to celebrate his graduation, so he hurried home to take care of a sister who went crazy and wanted to blow up the house, ruining his ideals and career.

And then, let’s not talk about the matter with Gellert, just a pain, in short, after Gellert left, the young Dumbledore, who was in his twenties and had dreams and longed for life, suddenly became a hundred years old. The once youthful and vigorous young man has become the lonely old man that people know.Those bloody struggles and scolding Fang Qiu were all beaten by the severe cold of fate, and they were all withered. He became a lonely old man with no business living in a certain old castle.

Until many years, many years, many years later.

Dumbledore's story, if understood in our system, is of course a different situation.We come from the Gongdou system in ancient China, and there is another version of Dumbledore's experience.The influence of cultural differences is great.

Systematic understanding of stories.

In the far west, in a certain era, there was such a family. They had a son who was born with intelligence. Correspondence to correspondence, so it became famous all over the world for a while, and all the great sages at that time said that if the Deng family had a son, he would become a great weapon.

However, unforeseen events happened. Deng’s son started school, but his father was imprisoned and entangled in lawsuits.Deng's son continued to study because of the chaotic family background. However, before he reached the age of crown, he left school and his mother died suddenly.

However, there was a scholar who, when he was angry at a young age, made remarks about current politics and blamed his school. In order to avoid his limelight, his parents sent him to a foreign country to live temporarily with his aunt in the name of visiting relatives. In his house, when the two of them saw each other from a distance, they fell in love secretly. There is a poem that says, the king rides a horse and hangs on the willows, and the concubine grows apricot blossoms on the high wall.

The scholar is haunted by dreams, and the son of the Deng family secretly agrees. There are many neighbors, and the two Hongyan letters are not stopped every day, until late at night.However, the world is unpredictable. Soon, neighbors heard loud noises in Deng's house. Not long after, the scholar suddenly left his house, his luggage was messed up and he left without thinking. When he left the place, the neighbors knew that his younger sister had also died. On the cemetery, the son of the Deng family had a disagreement with his younger brother, and his younger brother beat him in anger, hitting the bridge of the nose. The son of the Deng family was disfigured. Do not communicate.

This is the story of Dumbledore understood by the system.As a system of ancient oriental thinking, how would you evaluate this?The system took it for granted that this matter is much more ancient, isn't it just a story of a tragic lady who is too hard-fated and Kechenkefu.Don't believe it, just look at how obvious this feature is. This lady was born smart and intelligent. Every hard-working Miss Keqin has one. Then look at her family. Her father was involved in lawsuits when she was very young, and then died. In prison, her younger sister was weak and insane, and then he lost his parents and family quickly when he was a minor, and then looked at her scholar gentleman, meeting her was a catastrophe in his life, and he had to stay away for life Only here escaped with his life, and the last relative of the young lady, her own brother, the only one in her family who was well-behaved, but it was only because of his quick divorce that he escaped.

If you don't believe me, then how do you explain that Miss is so beautiful and extraordinary, but her fate is so unfortunate that Miss's family members will die within ten years, Miss's scholar fled in a hurry and never lived in this land for life, and Miss's only younger brother escaped after breaking up his relationship Killed.In short, her family is miserable, and she is the only one who lives well, so there is a problem.

This is the logic of ancient China, there is no explanation, and there are many ancient examples.

This Miss Deng is just one of them.

Then the system continues to analyze what this Miss Deng should do in the future. There are many examples in ancient China.For example, Ms. So-and-so, who is completely alone in her family and has no one to rely on, she escaped into Buddhism. For example, a certain wife, her husband died and she had no children, so she took refuge in Buddhism.There is only one future for these ladies, and that is to escape into Buddhism.

This Miss Deng has no one at home, her relatives are cut off, the scholar is gone, and she is also disfigured, so she naturally took this path.

Maybe the system couldn't guess the process, but he guessed the result. In a lonely situation, Mr. Dumbledore looked at his sister's tombstone and held his nose. He chose to enter Hogwarts and dedicate himself to the cause of education , dedicated to the children of the wizarding world, and lived a life of penance.

Many years have passed in a flash.

What will happen to this ascetic Miss Deng? The system guesses that all practitioners, if they are smart and handsome, have a little reputation when they become monks, and they practice continuously, they have advanced Taoism.Naturally, after practicing cultivation, she will become a model of high moral integrity. This Miss Deng is an extraordinary talent, she practices hard, and her morals are clean. After decades, everyone in the society will naturally respect Mrs. So-and-so.If it is better, then maybe this country believes in Buddhism, and this young lady preaches the scriptures and holds Dharma conferences for the country, and maybe she will become a guardian of the country and a nun.

Let's spread our thoughts. Mr. Dumbledore has entered the castle since he was unfeeling and loveless, devoted himself to education, and then devoted himself to learning, published papers such as the use of dragon blood, educated students to become respected professors, and then represented the country to fight off evil , became a symbol of protecting the country.

It's really about the same as the system said.

In short, at present, this protector of the country, Mrs. Ni Deng, has already achieved fame. Not only can she be a model of morality, but her status is also highly respected.

However, Master Deng is too lonely.

Dumbledore is a lonely old man. He has a high status and is respected everywhere. Students see him so excited that he can't hold the spoon steadily. The Ministry of Magic always makes him represent the United Kingdom, but no one cares about him .

No one will treat him like a relative, so the lonely old man is very lonely, especially Christmas, a family holiday, he is alone in the principal's office, no one cares about him, as he said, everyone sends books, Even if someone gave socks, because he knew that those books were given to the great wizards who protected England, and socks, tailor-made and carefully prepared gifts, were given to family members.The poor lonely old man sat there, cold from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and Christmas was coming, but there was not a seat in the house reserved for him, nor a door open for him, nor a candle for him To light up a home, all he can go to is the cemetery, and feel the regret and heartache of the year again.

The old man was very sad, so he developed the habit of going to Muggles to wander around at Christmas. There are always many Muggles.

On this day, he came to the Muggle Christmas market again, and by chance, he saw a stall where a pot of syrup was smelling good.

It was warm and sweet, just like the Christmas in his childhood memories many years ago.

Dumbledore leaned over.

As if back to childhood, the three of them sat on chairs, anxiously waiting for their mother to bring out the Christmas food. He smelled the smell coming from the kitchen. His younger siblings were lively and normal, playing and laughing. The warm house is filled with the sweet smell of baking cakes.

Dumbledore's heart seemed to be healed.

Dumbledore ate the cake with big mouthfuls.

Little Sif looked at him, this strange old man is simply addicted to food, he swept away all his desserts yesterday, scaring away all the other customers, and he came just after the market opened today.

While stirring the syrup, little Sif tilted his head and looked at the strange old man.Isn't he tired of eating so much sugar, and why is he not fat at all.

Dumbledore swallowed a puff, turned his head and smiled at the little boy, then pointed to the sponge cake on the shelf.

Little Sev handed him the cake, and looked at his long white beard covered in chocolate and cream suspiciously. How can this business continue? Did he come here just to run a unique business for this strange old man? The old man sat until the end of the market, and he was the only one left on the street holding a piece of tiramisu, as if he was thinking about the truth of life. Today, the Christmas market opened.Still sitting here upright, and then eating in a serious manner.

Yesterday, the old man gave him the big gold coin on the wine bottle cap, which is said to be called a gold gallon. Little Sif had never seen this kind of gold coin, so he wondered where it would be used, so he refused. The old man looked at him strangely, as if he suspected that the little wizard was born of a Muggle, and then found out his Muggle banknotes.Fortunately, Dumbledore still had the common sense to go to the Muggle world to exchange coins. The old man searched out all the banknotes on his body, and then packed all the cakes.

Little Xifu glanced at the customers looking at the strange old man, forget it, let him continue to eat for the sake of having so much money in his wallet, the system said that he should see all kinds of strange people in business, The world is so big, and there are all kinds of weird people, he should learn more.

☆, strange old man benefit

On this day, little Sif came to the market and saw the strange old man standing there, looking at him with a pair of eyes, expecting him to open the box containing the cake with a smile.

The strange old man dressed up even more strangely today, I saw his long white beard floating to his chest, wearing a big red robe with golden stars shining on it, his pointed boots protruding from the bottom, it is still 100 years old The previous retro style, today's strange old man's dress, really fits the atmosphere of the market.

It is estimated that he was dressed according to the main colors of the market.

Really Christmas atmosphere.

Little Sif took out a small bench and asked him to sit down.He opened the box, took out the cake that was made in the system kitchen in the afternoon, and put it warm in front of the strange old man.Dumbledore took out a fork from his pocket suspiciously, and poked at the plate of cakes in front of him, small shell-shaped cakes, what was it.

Little Sever neatly poured out a large cup of tea from the incubator, handed it to him in a paper cup, and said, "This is a madeleine, and eat it with tea." After systematic afternoon education, Little Sif took out A cake was placed in a small spoon, soaked in tea, and then taken out when the tea had fully penetrated but the cake retained its original shape, and handed to the old man.The great wizard of the wizarding world took the spoon and put this teaspoon of tea soaked in biscuits into his mouth. Our great wizard has not read the book of the famous writer Proust, and he has not understood how the tea with cake crumbs is. It collided with the taste buds and brought a shuddering beauty. It was delivered to the mouth without culture and emotion, and then Dumbledore secretly admired it. The soft sponge cake taste mixed with many ground nuts, soaked in hot tea, constituted a A complex and multilayered experience.

Seaver recounted the systematic explanation seriously. This cake comes from a novel named Remembrance of Things Past. When the author ate the cake, he recalled the taste from his childhood, recalling the beautiful childhood and the distant past. Relatives who can no longer be touched, so this cake has a deep cultural connotation.

Little Sif carefully recounted the explanation of the system.The system says to tell customers about background issues to increase the cultural sense of the cake.

Dumbledore was in a bad mood.

Eat a cake, do you want to be so connotative.Dumbledore's hard-won mood disappeared in an instant. He held the cake in his mouth, and the river of heavy memories flowed, and he was photographed at the bottom of the river in an instant.This warm tea is like the black tea my mother made for my father back then. This soft cake is the taste my younger siblings like. My younger brother must like this finely chopped nuts. This complex feeling is like his childhood.

The scars of loss, the traces of regret, and the beauty that never came back made poor old Deng weathered with a cake in his mouth, as if he was standing in the cemetery, looking at the back of Abuforth who left, and clutching himself Broken nose.

The lethality of the madeleine cake to Dumbledore instantly soared to the nameless poison in the cave where Voldemort hid the Horcrux.

Little Sif looked at the strange old man strangely, how could he eat a cake with such a miserable expression, he felt that his craftsmanship was very good.

So he walked up to the strange old man and waved his hand: "What's the matter with you, do you want a cup of tea?"

His voice brought Old Deng, who was thrown on the beach by the memories, back to reality. He raised his head and looked at the little boy, and then a brand new feeling surrounded him, that the boy cared about him.

Not about the greatest White Wizard, but about a weird old man who never lived.

What a child.

Dumbledore was healed again.

He looked at little Sif affectionately, and the little boy fled back to the front of the snack cart uncomfortably.

The strange old man's eyes are so scary.

Sitting there, Dumbledore watched the little boy busy while eating dessert slowly. As he watched, Dumbledore suddenly felt that this little boy was not easy. Judging by his size, he was probably only six years old. ,this