Run your finger lightly across the photo. Blake's blue eyes. Startled and lost in thought. After a while. "how is he?" "The little master is very handsome! He has great talent!" After a while. "Gucci...you go...take good care of him." "That old fool has so much boring stuff to do." "How can I find the time to take care of this child?"

"But...if Gucci leaves, what will happen to the old master?" "Do not worry about me……" "Gucci...Gucci suggested that Gucci's son should take care of the young master." …… The morning sun shone on Blake's face. Blake's eyebrows twitched slightly. Then he slowly opened his eyes. "Clap clap clap!" Blake straightened up. He stretched himself hard. The bones began to crack. He fell asleep on the table last night. On the table. Filled with various opened books. After customizing the wand. He spent a whole night. I read all the books I brought back yesterday. Yes, with his strong academic talent and photographic memory. What he called reading.

That is to say, I read all the books at a glance... Because his top academic talent allows him to quickly understand the contents of the book. The gift of photographic memory is the ability to remember all the knowledge in the book firmly in one's mind. ps: Dear readers, please give me the data. The flowers, monthly tickets and evaluation tickets you cast are the greatest support for me. Chapter 31: Although you say no in your heart, your body is very honest! Looking at the book on the table that has lost its meaning after just flipping through it. Blake scratched his head. “I’m really hardworking…” He picked up his wand. I couldn't put it down and played with it for a long time. Then put it into the system warehouse. At this stage, it cannot be taken out for the time being. When Black decided to have Ollivander make his wand. Try to make it as similar as this one. Then he can take it out openly. That is, of course, if Ollivanders doesn't accept Black's request for a custom look. Then he would have to customize the appearance of his wand. Just change it to the one made by Ollivander. Think of this. Blake opened the door and walked out. I plan to have breakfast first and then decide on today's itinerary. Arriving at the bar at the Leaky Cauldron. He saw the crumpled bread on other customers' plates. And the steak was dry. I couldn't help but sigh. You're the only one eating cheaply. Otherwise, this meal. It would be weird if someone was eating here.

Blake went straight to Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron. "Boss, can I borrow the kitchen for a while?" "Sure, you can use it as you like." "But you have to pay for the ingredients." "Unless you bring your own ingredients, of course." Upon hearing this, Blake casually threw out a gold Galleon. Tom took the Galleons swiftly. Then he pulled out a notebook and wrote down Blake's name. "I'll add the ingredients you use here," he added. "Know it!" Blake said. I ran into the kitchen... All products produced by the system are high-quality. At first. Intermediate cooking proficiency has made Blake's cooking skills perfect. Especially now. It didn't take long. The aroma of frying steak wafted from the kitchen... This attracted other customers to look inside frequently. Although the fried steak is fragrant. But now it’s too fragrant! "Boss! Are they frying steaks in the back?" "I want one!" Some customers were clamoring to order food. Tom is working on the notebook. Write the cost of ingredients for frying steak after Blake's name. Hearing this, he casually replied, "That's the steak that the customer fried himself." "You can't order anything from me."

Tom had just finished speaking. Blake was holding two steaks. Walked out from behind the kitchen. After seeing this, Tom opened the book again. Added a note after Blake's name. Blake ignored the looks from the others. He put the plate on the table and started eating. "Oh my... it's really a system." This level of culinary proficiency is simply exaggerated! Just one bite and Blake almost cried because of the fragrance. At this moment, a sleepy little girl came down from upstairs. "Good morning! Hannah!" Blake waved to Hannah. "Good... morning." Hannah was finally not so shy today. "I'll buy you breakfast." "As a token of my gratitude for helping me yesterday." Blake said as he pushed the extra steak away. Boss Tom stared at Blake for a while. "Good boy, why did you fry two servings?" Hannah actually didn't really want to go there. but…… When Blake pushed the steak out. That scent... The customer just now saw what Blake did. My mouth almost dropped. Isn’t this steak too fragrant? Hannah originally wanted to refuse. But don't know why. Wait until she comes to her senses.

Already sitting next to Blake. Until she was a little surprised by her own actions. She found that she had cut off a small piece of steak... No...wasn't I going to refuse? how…… When Hannah wanted to say something.