“I can tell,” Russell agreed. Mrs. Adams’s talent for plants must be extraordinary to be able to cultivate so many rare mutated plants.
“As for Gomez,” Mrs. Adams’s eyes were full of deep affection, “he graduated from Durmstrang.”
Russell found it a bit strange. Although Mrs. Adams’s skin was already very pale, he always felt that the area around her eyes was especially white, as if there was always light shining on it.
“Oh, right, Russell,” Mrs. Adams seemed to remember something and waved at him, signaling him to come over.
Although Russell didn't understand why, he still walked to her side.
“Fasher likes you very much. It wants me to tell you it’s sorry.”
Fasher? Who was that? The figures of the Adams Family flashed through Russell’s mind, and it seemed there was no one named Fasher.
Just then, Russell suddenly felt as if something had patted his shoulder. He turned his head and found a huge mouth appearing in front of him—it was the man-eating plant.
“That’s Fasher.”
“Oh, alright, I forgive you,” Russell cautiously extended his hand and patted its head. Likes him? It probably meant likes to eat him, Russell thought to himself.
The man-eating plant shook its head enjoyably, like a puppy enjoying its owner’s caress. The next moment, it suddenly coughed twice. Russell felt something in his palm. Looking down, he saw three pink seeds lying quietly there.
“This is a gift from Fasher,” Mrs. Adams raised an eyebrow, looking somewhat surprised. “Besides me, it has never given seeds to anyone else before. It seems it really likes you.”
“You mean, this seed can grow into a man-eating plant like Fasher?”
“Exactly. However, I must correct you, Fasher’s scientific name is Venomous Tentacula.”
After receiving confirmation, a surge of joy immediately welled up in Russell’s heart. Once the seeds grew, he would have another means of self-preservation. After all, at Hogwarts, using minor jinxes on classmates was a glorious tradition for some Slytherins.
“Thank you. Next time I return, I’ll bring you a gift.”
After lunch at the Addams Family’ house, Russell returned to his own home. Although it looked like dark cuisine, the taste of Cornish Pixies was truly excellent.
Although he didn't dare to try it the first time, one day, unable to resist Wednesday's persuasion, Russell finally tasted a Cornish Pixy and immediately found it delicious.
Although it was a thick stew, the texture was not soft but crunchy, somewhat like bullfrog but with more chewiness and no fishy smell at all. What Russell didn't know was that Cornish Pixies were not cheap; a dead one cost around two Galleons, while a live one cost three.
To put it in perspective, a wand only cost seven Galleons, so three pixies were worth a wand.
Not only that, this dish also gave Russell a buff, allowing him to gain three times the growth while expending double the stamina, meaning Russell’s experience points would be tripled for a certain period. Although he was exhausted every day, the efficiency of grinding experience also increased significantly.
Russell shamelessly went to their house for meals every day, but he didn't go empty-handed. He cooked various delicious dishes at home as a thank-you, and the Adams Family praised them endlessly. Later, Parsley even came to call him precisely at meal times every day.
Russell's cooking thus gained a massive amount of experience, finally reaching level five one morning.
Name: Russell Fissone
Status (Active): Triple Experience: Duration: 72:23
Occupation: Orphan
Magic: Level 2
Constitution: Level 2
Skills:
Running (Level 6): 15 / 3200, Epic Trait: Sprint: Sprint
Cooking (Level 5): 24 / 1600, Epic Trait: Golden Legend
Swimming (Level 2): 26 / 200
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When Russell saw the epic trait brought by cooking, he fell silent. The epic trait named Golden Legend could greatly enhance the deliciousness of the dishes Russell cooked and also make them emit a golden glow.
It didn't seem very useful, Russell sighed slightly, feeling a little disappointed, but he quickly recovered. From today on, he would be the British Little Chef, which wasn't bad either.
“Is Mr. Feisuoen at home? I am a professor from Hogwarts, Filius Flitwick,” just as Russell was about to prepare today’s lunch, a slightly high-pitched voice came from the doorway into Russell’s ears. Logically, the kitchen was quite far from the front door, and he shouldn't have been able to hear it just by shouting.
It must be the effect of magic again, Russell thought to himself.
He wiped his hands dry and jogged to open the door.
The person outside was rather small. Even though Russell was only eleven, he was much taller than him.
“Professor Flitwick, welcome, please come in,” Russell did not show any unusual expression and politely welcomed him in.
“What a polite and good child,” Professor Flitwick was in a very good mood. Many Muggle families would look at him with surprised eyes after seeing him. Although there might not be much malice, it still made him a little uncomfortable.
“I apologize, Mr. Feisuoen, I should have come to pick you up earlier,” Flitwick showed a hint of apology.
“I understand, Professor. There are many children like me whom you need to visit, and if you encounter some difficult parents, you will spend even more time.”
“Absolutely correct, Mr. Feisuoen,” Flitwick was a little surprised. For Russell’s age, it was not easy to understand their difficulties.
“Just call me Russell, Professor Flitwick,” Russell took the opportunity to get closer to him.
“Alright, Russell,” Professor Flitwick did not refuse. “As the Head of Ravenclaw, I sincerely hope you will join us. I think with your intelligence, there will be no problem.”
“Of course, I’ll do my best,” Russell nodded. Ravenclaw was also one of his choices.
Among the four houses, Russell first ruled out Slytherin. After all, he was just a Muggle-born wizard, not even a half-blood. Even if he was sorted into Slytherin, he would face all sorts of bullying.
If he joined Gryffindor, he would be too easily targeted, so it was not an ideal choice either.
As for Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, joining either house was fine. Hufflepuff was close to the kitchen, and Ravenclaw’s dormitories had beautiful views. Each had its advantages, and relatively speaking, they were far from conflicts, suitable for him to quietly grind experience and develop.
