Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Chapter 7 on the relationship between potions and Chinese cooking

In the eyes of the other three colleges except Slytherin, Professor Snape was basically not impressed with the dean in Ike's impression.

This is especially true in Gryffindor.

For so many years at Hogwarts, Professor Snape has successfully left a deep shadow on the hearts of most students with his ever-changing iceberg face and proficient poisonous tongue.

As a result, Potions class has basically become the least popular class among students.

Years of biological clocks had Ike waking up at 07:30 in the morning.After lying in bed for a while, I got up.Seeing that Stuart and Terry were still sleeping soundly, Ike waved his hand, and even a pillow flew to the faces of the two of them with a "pop", repeatedly doing free fall.

"Ike!" Stuart was dazed by the pillow, grabbed the tool directly, and couldn't help shouting when he saw Ike who was gloating beside him.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that Terry was still on the bed and kept avoiding the oncoming pillows, and he couldn't help being taken aback.

"how did you do it?"

Ike shrugged when he heard the words: "It's just the flexible use of the floating spell. As long as you practice more, this is easy to do."

Picking up "Magic Potion and Potion" casually, and waved his left hand again, the pillow finally stopped attacking Terry. "However, rather than delve into this, I think it's better to get up. Potions class is all morning, and we always have to eat first."

"Well, you're right." Carlisle scratched his hair and got up from the bed.

After washing up, the three of them left the Ravenclaw lounge together, entangled on the stairs for a while, and then led them down to the auditorium under the leadership of a kind Ravenclaw senior.

Breakfast at Hogwarts is a typical English breakfast, muffins, bread, jam, bacon, lettuce, tomato, and national treasure French fries, plus a cup of hot and sweet milk, Ike is very satisfied .

Halfway through the meal, the other two freshmen also arrived.Michael Corner has black hair and a standard British face, while Anthony Goldstein has the same short blond hair as Terry, just a little thinner.After greeting each other, the two quickly chatted with Stuart and Terry.

While eating breakfast, Ike occasionally interjected a few words.Just as they were talking, Padma Patil, Mandy Bloch, and Morag McDougall sat across from each other talking and laughing.They were both first-year freshmen, they said hello to each other, and they quickly became acquainted with Stuart's interference.

About 10 minutes before the start of the first class, the eight of them left the dining table together and walked towards the most terrifying underground classroom in Hogwarts legend—the Potions classroom.

Ravenclaw's Potions class is taught with the Hufflepuffs. After all, it is the first class for freshmen. The little eagles and little badgers are not familiar with it yet, otherwise they will sit cross-legged like other grades. Together.Now more of them are partners from their own colleges and their own colleges.

After all, Michael Kona and Anthony Goldstein are in the same dorm, so they naturally became partners.Padma and Mandy also smiled and pulled together, and pushed Morag out smoothly.Seeing this, Terry and Stuart looked at each other, and silently pushed Ike out.

Before Snape entered the classroom, Ravenclaw had already successfully completed the grouping.

At exactly nine o'clock, with the sound of "Peng", Professor Snape strode in, wearing his pure black cloak.With a wave of the magic wand in his right hand, the sun visors on the windows fell down, and the candles in the classroom were lit accordingly.

Standing on the podium, Professor Snape glanced at the freshmen in the classroom with a cold face, then picked up the roll roll and began to roll the roll, counted all the freshmen, and put the roll roll on the side table casually, using his He said flatly but with an inexplicable deterrent tone: "Very well, it seems that you all understand the importance of punctuality."

"You have come here to learn this precise and rigorous science of potions."

"I don't expect you to really appreciate the wonderful feeling of white smoke and fragrance wafting from a crucible simmering slowly..."

"You also won't really understand the wonderful magical power that flows into the blood vessels of people..."

"I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death..."

"But first of all, if you're not one of those stupid fools I'm used to seeing."

After the classic opening remarks, the whole class was speechless.Professor Snape still had that iceberg-like expression. After glancing around coldly, he wrote a cooking method for treating scabies on the blackboard, and explained in detail some of the error-prone areas. Fan.Then he continued to torture the nerves of the students with that invariable tone.

"I see that you have already consciously divided into groups, which at least shows that your brains are still useful."

"Now, let's do it, let me see whose brain can only do this."

"Of course, this at least shows that you are a little smarter than the trolls."

The materials needed by the students in the Potions class were provided by the school. Ike first went to the materials area in the classroom to get some snake teeth, a pongo onion, a bundle of dried nettles, and a small jar of horned Slugs, with a few porcupine quills.

"Miss McMillan, you can boil the horned slug first, don't put too much water in it, and cook it slowly." Ike took out the venomous snake's fang and put it in the roller without raising his head, and said.

Morag didn't say a word, the understanding ability of the eaglets is generally online, not to mention that although what Professor Snape just said was more of a threat than an explanation, he also explained the main points of the scabies potion, and Morag naturally understood this step what to do.

Use tweezers to pick out two horned slugs, put them into a crucible filled with two-thirds of water, light the flame under the crucible, take out the wand and slowly draw a circle on the crucible.

"Well... simmer slowly, stir slowly, let the ingredients and water produce a magical reaction..."

Ike grinds the venomous snake tooth seriously, and slowly grinds it into powder.

"The best flour is slowly ground by a stone mill, and the noodles made from this kind of flour are the only ones that are strong..."

Putting the crushed snake fang powder aside, Ike grabbed a handful of dried nettles and put them on the balance, carefully weighing them.

"This has no soul, how can it be quantified? No! Adding more or less dried nettles will affect the quality of the final product..."

Ike put the weighed dried nettles aside.

"It's still an appropriate amount, a little..."

Glancing at Morag who was still tirelessly stirring the cauldron, Ike raised his eyebrows.

"It's almost hot..."

Picking up the Pongo onion in his left hand and the knife in his right, Ike suddenly felt like traveling through time and space.

"It's time to show real technology!"

With the sound of "dang dang dang dang", the sliced ​​pongo onions quickly turned into strands of onion as thin as hair.

Ike looked at the shredded onion on the chopping board and nodded in satisfaction.

"The craftsmanship is not lost..."

After a while, Ike glanced at the horned slug in the cauldron, and poked it with the glass tube.

"Well... off the bone..."

Motioning Morag out of the way, Ekko picked up the cauldron and poured out the water, leaving only the boneless horned slug.He picked up another crucible, poured in water, and continued to simmer slowly.

Pick up the roller, slowly pour the snake fang powder into the water, and keep stirring the wand in the right hand.

"Stir to make the seasoning and water blend faster..."

As the liquid in the cauldron slowly turned dark blue, Ike grabbed a handful of pongo shreds and threw them into the pot.

"Well... this step is to put onions, to borrow flavor..."

After a while, the unknown liquid in the pot turned from dark blue to red.

Ike slowly sprinkled dried nettles, which gradually turned pink.

"Spices enhance the fragrance and remove the fishy smell, there is nothing wrong with it..."

Ask Morag to fetch a small bottle of Flobber caterpillar slime, pour a small spoonful of it, and the unknown liquid slowly turns green.

"Pour some sesame oil, it's okay, it's okay..."

Seeing that the color in the cauldron had stabilized, Ike poured a large spoonful of boneless horned slugs, which slowly turned blue-green.

"Put the deboned ingredients into the boiled soup, and then stir it, eh... a bit like West Lake beef soup?"

While muttering, he took the crucible off the fire, then put in two porcupine quills, stirred clockwise three times, and the unknown liquid in the pot turned a perfect blue.

"British Pongo Onion Slug Soup..." Ike looked at the blue potion in the bottle and couldn't help but suddenly realized.

(End of this chapter)