This is what Ravenclaw looks like..

Chapter 384 It's really unpalatable
"Don't be distracted, Taylor, just focus on your magic."

Dumbledore's departure did not make Professor McGonagall relax her supervision. She kept a closer eye on Andrew than ever before, telling him not to take the opportunity to slack off.

Although Professor Sprout didn't understand what Dumbledore was going to do at this moment, she did not compromise the content of her teaching at all - after confirming that Andrew understood the entire production process, she began to teach Andrew some tips on removing impurities from the finished product.

However, these skills are probably not going to be used because footsteps have been heard outside the door.

Dumbledore pushed the door open directly, and behind the headmaster was the confused Andrew, their dean.

"Everyone is here," Dumbledore said with some excitement in his tone, "I think I have roughly understood it, but, Andrew, can we do it again?"

Andrew was almost stunned for a moment - all in all, Dumbledore only looked at it once!

Do you understand now?
However, since it was Dumbledore's words, there was nothing strange about it.

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore."

Andrew agreed and began to select suitable wood from the ground - the wood Jim brought was not ordinary, enough for three or four more times.

Keeping a calm mind, he ignored the onlookers' gazes and began to repeat the same process as he had done at the beginning, which was still in the thinking stage.

Professor Snape, who had repeatedly said that this was completely inconsistent with the Potions procedure, did not make any radical remarks, but watched his every step with a serious attitude that Andrew had never seen before.

As for the two deans who came later, they did not say anything about this irregular process. They just watched the operation quietly - even though there were no brilliant colors and no obvious magical fluctuations.

"Exactly the same as before. I'm done."

Andrew withdrew his hand and looked at Dumbledore.

"Pomona, Filius, you can use the Scapin Apparition Charm to check it," Dumbledore made a gesture of invitation, but the two deans showed no intention of yielding. They each transformed a small container, took a sample and began to cast a spell.

"Merlin's beard. I'm old, Albus. Don't joke about that."

Professor Flitwick put down the cup, blinked, and looked at Dumbledore, "This is not April Fools' Day, this thing is food?"

"Without a doubt, Filius, although the quality is so bad that I want to throw it away, but..." Professor Sprout picked up the cup incredibly and took a sip without any hesitation.

That stuff is slightly poisonous, Professor!
But Professor Sprout even had a bit of aftertaste on his face, "Without a doubt, yes, without a doubt, even without additional supplements, just this solution, yes, yes, it is feasible."

She stared at Andrew, "Cast the spell seriously and at least make something shaped, like Merlin's beard. I was the one who taught this food magic... I will probably become the most ridiculed head of Hufflepuff..."

"He is also the most famous dean. Food comes first, Pomona."

Dumbledore's tone was filled with undisguised happiness. "But, Taylor, you should try it with the batter first. Seriously, it shouldn't be your first time casting a spell."

"No need. Now that he has learned it, there is no need to delay." Professor Sprout shook his head. "If there is a first one, there will be a second one. Then there will be more to satisfy you. It is better to cast the spell the first time. Which one is the first test? Use that one."

Now Andrew really felt the pressure.

But there was no way back - he took a breath, walked over to the first mixture on display in Professor McGonagall's office, and waved his wand.

The pitch-black solution began to drop rapidly, then floated slightly, constantly twisting, shrinking, and shrinking again, before deforming into a pancake shape and drying up. Finally, it formed a pitch-black, pancake-like object with an extremely rough surface.

It lay quietly in the bowl, like the burnt work of a novice.

"Filius, prepare for our final step." Dumbledore said happily. Andrew quickly turned his head to his dean, and his attention was quickly attracted by the thing in the dean's hand.

"No, Professor, don't do that!"

As a fairly good Transfigurationist, he knew what those materials were used for - they were needed to cast permanent spells, and they were expensive.

But Professor Flitwick pulled out his wand very quickly and put the things in place quickly. As the magic light flashed, the expensive materials disappeared completely.

The ugly-looking cake hadn't changed at all - but Andrew knew very well that it was permanently fixed in place, and unless a master of spells used ritual magic to forcibly destroy it, it would have no problem hammering a nail.

"It was already comparable to black bread, and now it is truly the strongest shield..."

"Perfect work, Filius."

Dumbledore said admiringly.

"I think so too. It would be perfect to display it at the top of the trophy display room."

Professor Flitwick had absolutely no idea that this was a waste, as Andrew thought. He looked at the lousy pie with appreciation.

"Yes, it's not appropriate now. Let's put it in the trophy room first," Dumbledore nodded.

'No, Principal, what are you going to do?'

Andrew was a little dumbfounded.

"Anyway, it's perfect," Dumbledore nodded in admiration. "But there are still two more materials, Pomona, can you take care of them?"

"I would love to, Albus," Professor Sprout agreed readily. She waved her wand, mixing the two ingredients together, then began to rotate the ingredients, separating a part of them with great skill.

'Remove toxins. Unfortunately, I have too little time to learn.'

Andrew stared at Professor Sprout's live teaching and began to try to forget his clumsy casting steps.

Not long after, a large, somewhat soft pancake appeared in mid-air - it was much whiter than the one Andrew had made, and its surface was also very smooth, but it still did not look good.

"Due to material limitations, this is all I can do."

Professor Sprout waved his wand and evenly divided the cake into seven pieces.

A copy was placed in front of everyone, including Jim who worked hard to get it.

"Seven servings, just right," Professor Sprout nodded, then picked up the one in front of him, "May I suggest that we get started?"

Andrew followed suit and picked up the one in front of him.

It's rough in the mouth, and you can even feel the texture of tree bark, but it has a very obvious sweetness. It doesn't taste like pasta, but more like a crude dessert.

But, without a doubt, it’s the food.

(End of this chapter)