In fact, as a pot and a crucible for brewing potions, I never thought that I would do such a shocking thing, such as saying very calmly in the face of the owner in a kitchen full of house elves, "I want a honey strawberry cake roll, please add more sugar, thank you." That's what I said, but in fact I did it, and I did it openly, especially when I saw Mr. Potter, his red-haired kid, and the cute little girl looking like I was stunned when they killed the troll, I decided that I wanted to make a unique crucible.
I was scolded by my master afterwards.
I think, if it wasn't that my brain was caught by the door panel, then it was because some nerve in my brain was in the wrong place, causing me to be as stupid as a troll and all I could think about was eating the honey-strawberry cake roll I made. Then I am still bubbling and "gurgling" like an ordinary crucible for brewing potions.
Merlin. You don't love me anymore?
This article may be seriously OOC, please don't read if you don't like it, thank you