Maybe Snape's complaint finally took effect, or maybe the students suddenly opened their minds - of course, it was more likely that the invisible aura of the two old men sitting in the corner of the underground classroom chatting in a whisper was the deterrent effect.

In short, in the course of teaching in the following time, there were no bigger waves.

Even if a few clumsy little wizards accidentally cut their fingers again, under the care of the kind and reliable Mr. "Otto Apocaris", the wound often began to heal before even the pain could be transmitted.

In fact, because of the improvement in physique brought about by magic, most young wizards are not too clumsy.

As is generally believed by professors in all magic schools, most of the children who are not so good lack nothing more than some valuable qualities of the mind - such as confidence, meticulousness, patience, concentration, and courage, which are really not much different in terms of magical talent and basic IQ.

This is just like the college entrance examination, which is known as the pinnacle of everyone's wisdom, students who can complete nine years of compulsory education, except for extremely rare demons, the vast majority of people will not have a very significant gap in IQ.

As a textbook-like standard schoolgirl who used to hide in the toilet in the middle of the night and read a book with a flashlight, and had fun unscrupulously after class during the day, Elena has quite a deep insight into this - she has met other schoolgirls in the middle of the night more than once, and everyone is gritting their teeth and crying while showing themselves in front of people.

So, after being driven by interest (outings and food), stress (Snape's aura and finishing the work), confidence (no matter what you do), and hope (Elena's success story), the rest of the young wizards have obviously become a lot smoother.

By the time Snape announced that the time was over, all the young wizards in the twenty-five groups of the class had completed the preparation of the cheese baked snails according to the process on parchment, which could not help but make Snape feel a wave of pressure and responsibility in addition to surprise and gratification—sure enough, these children were precious gems.

As for the baking work after that, with Elena by her side to help assist, naturally there was no problem.

As long as the heat is adjusted and the baking time is recorded, even the most ordinary Muggle child can complete this step, which is a crude process for Potions science, which can refine potions to the millisecond level.

Of course, if you want to keep improving, you can—but Elena doesn't have to, and she doesn't eat it herself.

And her cheese baked snails, with her knowledge of Grimm's tsundere old potato Devoe, must have to come up with three or three a little too much, and one and a little less than two, as a reward for helping to cover up.

If you add the spicy old radish summoned by the "spell" on the back of her hand, there will definitely be two left. With that in mind, there are only two roasted snails left, and if at least one more is given to Professor Snape as an apology, then

Elena snapped her fingers, and the dull hair on her head instantly wilted listlessly.

Come to think of it, according to the diagnosis of Daddy Bean, she should still be able to use "rua" three times this week - but, as long as she distances herself, let alone Dumbledore and Grindelwald with wands in hand, even the weak Snape can hang her from the gates of Hogwarts Castle for a whole day.

While Elena was sullenly spitting bubbles, the hourglass in the classroom that recorded the oven baking time also dropped the last grain of sand.

Snape stood at the front of the room, as if holding a baton, and drew his wand and shook it lightly in midair.

Click.

The dozen or so ovens borrowed from the Hogwarts kitchen were turned on in unison, and the rich aroma of cheese enclosed in the iron box exploded in an instant, sweeping through the entire underground classroom like a tornado.

Each of the little wizards had a look of intoxication and satisfaction on their faces, and they all closed their eyes and took a deep breath, as if they wanted to inhale all the aroma into their lungs.

For the vast majority of people, the allure and satisfaction of making a wonderful meal by hand can even be compared to most of the joy and emotions in the world – after all, cooking is the most primitive and simple hobby of human beings.

Snape slowly walked past each oven, his eyes slid over the enticing pane-ratted snails, and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction The first lesson was quite complete for these young wizards who were new to Potions.

"Well, all qualified. ”

Snape bowed slightly, and with his wand directed the iron trays in the oven to float out one by one, silently in front of each of the corresponding little wizards, glanced at the somewhat restrained little wizards, and said in a tone that was rare with a little encouragement (although it was still a little stiff, but it was already rare).

"This is the result of your hard work and rightfully yours. What are you waiting for, do you want me to feed you?

"Wait, I have a suggestion. ”

Just then, Dumbledore's voice came from the back of the classroom.

Everyone in the classroom turned around, only to see the old man standing up with a smile on his face, clapping softly, his long silver beard rising and falling with his movements, and his face was full of approval and joy.

"It's lunchtime now, and I thought, instead of having a meal alone in the classroom. Wouldn't it be better to bring your work to the table and share your work and joy with your friends? ”

"But, Professor Dumbledore. I think it's better to be cautious about these foods."

Snape frowned, a little struggling and hesitating.

In this way, wouldn't the whole school know what happened in the first-year Potions class this morning?

"I agree with Professor Snape's concerns, and it is easy to get out of your hands when you share food with more students. Even if it's just a basic baked dish. ”

Before Snape could come up with a perfect reason for refusal, Grindelwald smiled and walked slowly across the classroom, carefully examining the cheese baked snails in front of each of the young wizards, and nodded gently at Snape.

"Whew"

Hearing Mr. Apocalis's voice, Snape subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the old man who helped to relieve the siege, and couldn't help but feel a little good in his heart, and continued approvingly.

"That's right, Professor Dumbledore. I think we should really refer to the advice of our school medical staff, and it is better to be cautious about this kind of thing."

"So, I think there needs to be a simple sample survey to get the food to the whole school. ”

However, before Snape's words fell, Mr. Otto slowly walked to the front of Snape's podium with his hands behind his back, stopped, suddenly raised his voice, and said with a serious face.

"Based on what I've just observed, and years of experience. If this cheese baked snail will make people feel uncomfortable after eating, then the biggest possibility will only be that there is a problem with the source of the ingredients and the baking time. ”

"I had already made a simple distinction about the cleanliness of the ingredients and whether they were toxic or not. There is no doubt that there is no problem. As for the heat and time of baking"

In Elena's complicated and desperate eyes, such as "You are a demon king who robs while the fire is on fire", "Old guy think about your ribs", "Don't forget our alliance", "Have the ability to leave one for Miss Ben", etc., Grindelwald slowly picked up a cheese baked snail made by Elena herself, and smiled slightly.

"Since all the pieces are baked at the same time, they are all baked in unison. So, you only need to test one of them at random to determine if all the dishes are fully cooked. ”

"Well, Mr. Apokalis is right?!"

Snape nodded subconsciously and echoed the old man's words, and suddenly his face froze, and he looked at the old wizard standing in front of Elena's workbench in disbelief - something seemed wrong?

Ignoring the Potions professor, who had suddenly turned into a sculpture, Grindelwald winked playfully at Elena, then generously picked out a baked snail wrapped in cheese sauce and stuffed it into his mouth, feeling the rich aroma and tender flesh explode on the tip of his tongue while commenting with satisfaction.

"Well, it's not bad, the heat and time are pretty good, although it's still a little old, and the sauce is a little rough and not fine. However, this can at least ensure that it is completely baked, and in general, it is the best delicacy in the world. ”

Grindelwald, who was commenting according to his original habit, was halfway through speaking, when he suddenly felt a burst of resentment that was almost substantial from behind him, as well as a faint whispering voice, and paused suddenly, showing a standard praise gesture without hesitation.

In contrast to some inexperienced young people, this is Gellert Grindelwald's longevity skills as an older person – sharp intuition and flexible coping.

Grindelwald glanced at Dumbledore at the end of the classroom with a look of disgust and disdain, his old face couldn't help but be slightly embarrassed, coughed lightly, leaned down to look at the little wizards in the classroom, and said with a smile.

"Congratulations, it seems that your work has been quite successful. So, what are you waiting for? It's the first time I've seen a student who doesn't get out of class - is this a tradition unique to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?"

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rua~

Chapter 3!!

A total of 2400 + 3000 + 3000 = 8400 words are updated today, and the addition of 2k+6k is completed!

Not only did I make up for all the shortcomings, but I also completed today's update, and I also completed the addition of chapter 250 to reach chapter 500!!

Pay off all the debts at once!

Bulge!fork waist!hg!

As for the chapter 249 that started a little first, it is said that it is not up to standard, so the fat chicken can be justified today without adding more.

(I have to let the fat chicken take a breath, poke my hands~)

The chapter said that the explosion plan will continue to open, and the middle —— will reach 500 within 24 hours.

I said, I'm going to have more than three chapters (Shock!) today, and I've done it!

Elena is the world's number one cutie!

ps: Dear round-faced fat chickens, did you give the lovely Elena Kaslana a heart today?