Unofficial Harry Potter Cookbook Novels & Stories

“A friend of Theodore’s new mate is a friend of ours; come tell us about yourself.” I let their voices fade behind me as I walked down the hall and into the kitchen. There, I unpacked all the food that would help fuel my magic. I was going to need to figure out how to cook with these types of ingredients. As if my thoughts had conjured it, a recipe book lay at the bottom of the box. I pulled it out carefully, immediately noticing it was used. A piece of paper stuck out of the top, and I opened the book to that page.

It was always one thing or another with that prince, clearly he had some vendetta against their friend. "Well, Helga you should know that using spells and potions on a student is against the rules and you will be punished severely depending on how bad the action is. You could either be expelled, imprisoned or worse. Especially when it's directed at the nobles" the cook said flatly as she grabbed another tray of food. "I'm leaving some food here for you to eat young lady, eat it before I come back" she said softly before leaving the four to their own devices. Anberine looked at the cook with half-open eyes, a sad small smile formed on her face before it vanished completely.

Cole is human and does not appear to be supernatural. That was something I was certain of. I looked through the table of contents and saw several spells such as how to brew a love potion, lock a door, erase memories, make a man fall in love, and many others. I looked over the spell to make a man fall in love. All I had to do was keep my gaze fixed on him while doing a spell without interference. This necessitates his presence! I was frustrated. Everything appears to be going wrong today. I closed the book and tucked it beneath my bed before heading downstairs.

Once Draco left, I thoroughly checked tiny hut, there were empty pots, I hurriedly carried two pots outside and filled them with water from water well that was behind this hut and brought that back in, since it was warm as burning frying pan I decided to take cold water bath, I scrub and cleaned my body clean, once done I washed my gown and hung it up on string that was inside tiny washroom and walked out by wrapping towel around my body, this was thin and short town that was reaching up to my knees. I sat on small wooden stool that was present inside, since Draco was not back yet , I decided to go though my bag, I pulled out all four books that was written by my grandmother on Dark Creature

Spicy hot pot overeating will not be suitable for your health. Once in a while is okay. Grainne suggested going home to cook. She would personally go to the kitchen to cook for Harry. Carwyn, of course, followed suit. No matter how much Grainne objected, he would insist on eating what she cooked, or else he wouldn't go. Grainne had no choice but to go to the supermarket with him to buy things. "Mom, I want to eat this!" Harry picked up a box of muffins. He used to love to eat this dish, but unfortunately, Grainne no longer remembers. Grainne nodded, "You can take whatever you want to eat, hurry up, you and Uncle Levi still have to go to the vegetable counter!" With Grainne's permission, Harr

The little goblin stood this way, the book held tightly in her hands, her lips moving silently. "Well?" Mike asked after nearly a minute had passed. "Tink doesn't remember." Shoulders slumping, Tink handed the book to Mike. "Maybe husband figure out?" "We'll see." Opening the book, he was surprised to see the words swim across the page, the text fixing itself in place before his eyes. Expecting some profound piece of magic, he realized he was looking at a fairly simple recipe for peanut butter cookies. Flipping back and forth, he saw that the recipe was the same on every page.

To wait before you were able to get to what you needed. I didn’t turn to face him. My eyes were fixed on the old book in front of me. My mother’s book. I smiled at the sight of it. It was the one thing that I had of her. At least, I believed that it was hers. As far as I was concerned, she had no magic. She had no need for these recipe books. But I did not care. They served me well. And I was going to use them, hers or not hers. The potion shimmered as I stirred it, thick and red like wine mixed with blood. The scent rising from it was faint, flowery, innocent. In my opinion, completely stupid. The signature scent of the one woman I despised more than anyone else in this world.

He asked, trying to take it from me. I closed it and set it away, “it’s a secret, she only shows her helpers.” I teased but also knew that the book would be proof of witchcraft as it described how she made a lot of her potions and some had incantations written under them, it instructed you to repeat the incantations as you made the medicines. “So, what are your plans for today?” he asked, shrugging it off.

When I walked into the kitchen, Alex was already there. He stood by the counter in grey sweatpants and no shirt, holding a mug of coffee. The second our eyes met, the air changed. Heavy. Electric. Wrong. “Morning,” I said softly, my voice a little hoarse from all the moaning last night. Alex didn’t answer right away. His eyes dropped slowly down my body lingering on my hard nipples poking through my top, then lower to the tiny shorts that barely covered my ass. I saw his throat move as he swallowed.