Well?!

Boiled beef noodles?

Hearing Snape's words, Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, a look of hesitation appeared on her face, as if she was about to say something, but before she could speak, Dumbledore took the initiative to turn his head to look at Snape and asked with some curiosity.

"Cooking methods and ingredients from the Mystic East?"

"That's right, the raw material is made from flour, and it looks a bit like an elongated wand or rope. But Professor Dumbledore, I must warn you that this boiled beef noodle may have a somewhat unique taste, and it will take a few minutes to cook for a while, unlike other dishes that can be teleported instantly......"

"Don't worry, I can vaguely guess from the name of the dish - boiled. Eat this today. ”

Dumbledore shook his head with a smile, cleared his throat, and whispered confidently.

"Boiled beef noodles!"

......

Meanwhile, the Hogwarts kitchen, located directly below the Great Hall.

The various spices on the counter are lined up, and the air is steaming with a spicy smell, and just smelling it makes people feel that the pores of the whole body seem to open a little, and there is a deadly spicy flavor that hooks the appetite.

"Another boiled beef noodle!

At Dumbledore's voice, a house-elf screamed.

In mid-air, a ball of dough floating in the air was constantly pulling, folding, and pulling under the power of magic, and in less than a few tens of seconds, it turned into a tough, well-defined noodle, each of which was uniform in size, slender and full of texture.

Not far away, a pot of beef bone broth that had been boiled all night had already been prepared, and the slender noodles fell directly into the pot, and after tumbling in the boiling bone broth for a while, as the house-elf fingers drew small circles in the air, they were fished out of the bone broth again, and served in the large bowl of noodles that had been prepared on the side.

Immediately afterwards, a large spoonful of clear soup mixed with beef, large bones, and white radish, a dozen thin slices of translucent cooked beef, a pinch of chopped green onion and coriander from the Slytherin garden, and finally a spoonful of chili oil fried in hot oil to complete the bowl.

Syllable!

The house-elf who was in charge of cooking on the side quickly checked the work in front of him, nodded with satisfaction, raised his right hand and snapped his fingers lightly, and the next moment, the steaming bowl of red oil noodles disappeared into the kitchen.

............

"W-This is boiled?"

Dumbledore stared blankly at the bowl of red "boiled beef noodles" in front of him, his long silver-white beard trembled slightly, and the fork in his hand gestured in the air several times, but he never made up his mind to poke into the bowl.

Although the aroma of red oil smells exceptionally pleasant, it also exudes a certain frightening heat.

After just a few sniffs, Dumbledore felt that his sideburns had begun to sweat, and his heart was obviously full of resistance, but his mouth couldn't stop secreting saliva, like a child who saw candy.

Woo ~ Woo ~ At this moment, a strange sound came from the old wizard's side.

Dumbledore turned his head, only to see that Severus Snape also appeared in front of such a bowl of noodles at some point, and the Potions professor, who had always been unsmiling, took a big gulp of noodles while wiping the sweat beads on his nose, and his pale and sallow face appeared a faint flush under the action of heat and red oil.

Grunt~

It seems to be really delicious......

Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, and as Snape followed Snape's example, he stirred the red beef noodles in front of him, and with the fork turning in the bowl, he knew that the bowl of noodles must have a great taste, extremely smooth and smooth, without any obstacles.

After a few seconds, Dumbledore carefully rolled up a ball of noodles with a fork and stuffed it into his mouth, and with the chewing of his teeth, the old man's blue eyes widened suddenly, and he subconsciously sighed softly.

"This, this tastes ......"

The strong noodles are wrapped in noodle soup, mixed with the aroma of chili peppers and green onions, and the salty and umami taste of the noodles is revealed after the fact, but it will not become heavier and heavier the more you eat......

In addition, the soft radish that has been cooked in the bone broth is just right to regulate the stimulation, and the melt-in-your-mouth radish does not even need to be chewed, only a slight pressure of the tongue is required, and all of it is crushed in the mouth, neutralizing the stimulation brought by the oil and spicy seeds.

In this seemingly ordinary bowl of boiled beef noodles, all the elements are perfectly combined to bring out the stimulation of the taste and the energy and fullness that the body expects in the morning.

Wizards were far more tolerant of thrills than Muggles, and Dumbledore initially took small sips with a little restraint, but soon sucked the noodles like Snape.

I have to say that this sweaty breakfast experience makes people feel somewhat presumptuous and enjoyable.

............

"It's crazy...... And a feast for the palate. ”

After a moment, Dumbledore wiped the fine sweat from his forehead and the tip of his nose, glanced at the bowl of noodles that had been eaten cleanly, turned his head to look at Snape, whose blush on his face had not faded, and said with emotion.

"Severus, maybe we've missed out on a lot of the good things in this world because we've been too conservative - let's see where that kid goes, if she does make it to all the exams......"

"It doesn't take all of them to be excellent, as long as she can get an A or higher in each grade, Potions class can compromise in some places next semester and allow some Muggle scholars to sit in the classroom. ”

Snape exhaled lightly, wiped his somewhat reddened lips, and looked at Dumbledore and said calmly.

"However, Potions is Potions, and you have the right to create new subjects as Headmaster of Hogwarts, but as long as I am the Potions professor you appointed, then I will not be allowed a second professor in my class. ”

"Of course...... And what about you, Minerva?"

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, turning his head to look at Professor McGonagall, who was still sipping raw fish fillet porridge beside him.

"Dealing with Muggle scholars during the holidays? Then you might have to find someone who can help me take over from the Deputy Headmaster. ”

Professor McGonagall gave Albus Dumbledore an unpleasant look and said unceremoniously, "If you could take on some more Hogwarts schoolwork, I could have found time to show those Muggles some magic - although it seems to me that those Muggles probably don't understand the magic of magic, even if they are scientists from the former Soviet Union." ”

"No, I have a better ...... for this"

Dumbledore shook his head slowly, looked at Professor McGonagall and said with a smile, "You should have heard about Blake, right? What do you think of Blake, in terms of talent, he should be able to help you take a lot of the pressure off the course." ”

"Sirius Black, if he really knows how to master it, he can consider it. ”

Minerva McGonagall raised her eyebrows slightly, thought for a moment, and then put down the spoon in her hand and looked at Dumbledore.

"But I must warn you that there is a lot of difference between having a good Transfiguration skill and teaching the students to master the knowledge - I will take the time to tutor him in the basics this vacation, and unless he can meet my requirements before the start of school, I will not give the first and second grade ones to him, even if he is a little tired. ”

"So, Elena Kaslana ......," Dumbledore asked tentatively.

"If she does pass the Transfiguration exams in grades 1 to 4, then I really don't have anything to teach her, after all, according to you, she is now on the path of classical Transfiguration, and she can only rely on herself in terms of magic. Permanent transformation and alchemy, this is a realm that I haven't even stepped into the door yet. ”

Professor McGonagall shrugged her shoulders noncommittally and replied somewhat helplessly.

Looking at Professor McGonagall, who was a little frustrated, Dumbledore smiled and shook his head,

"You don't have to be too frustrated, Minerva. It's not because she's better than you, it's just that she doesn't see the world from the same perspective as you. Besides, if she wants to learn about Animagus, she will probably need your own guidance throughout Hogwarts - I guess she will be interested in it. ”

"Animagus, let's wait until this exam is over and see the results......

After a slight pause, as if remembering something, Professor McGonagall suddenly changed her words.

"By the way, Professor Dumbledore, do you remember what we said at the beginning of the school year? I think the two children's houses will have to be done once in the next school year - otherwise, next year's Quidditch tournament will not be able to take place, and the freshmen team will be on the verge of destroying the Hogwarts House League. ”

"Ah, Quidditch...... Well...... I almost forgot about this trouble......"

Listening to Professor McGonagall's complaints, a look of embarrassment appeared on Dumbledore's face.

"Speaking of which, do you remember what we promised the new students at the beginning of the semester - if they can beat the official house team once in training, they will be allowed to participate in the league and finally compete for the Quidditch House Cup...... And judging from the current league scores......"

"Hmph, those little guys are more than three hundred points ahead of each academy team on average in the league. And as far as I know, after the Ravenclaw kids played this year, quite a few of them applied to quit the Quidditch team."

Snape snorted coldly, his cheeks twitching, and said helplessly.

Even Hogwarts' strongest Slytherin Quidditch team is a full 220 points behind them, which means that unless the Slytherin team can catch the Golden Snitch in the final this weekend when they are 70 points ahead, it is not surprising that for the first time, the Quidditch House Cup will not belong to any house. ”

After a slight pause, Snape's chin nodded at the white-haired balls who were still messing around with Hermione and the others at the table.

"Now the whole school is waiting to see the jokes of our house. Dear Professor Dumbledore, are you really not going to impose any restrictions or additional rules on the 'silver-white demon that soars in the sky'?"

"Well, there's going to be a little balance tweaking to that - as you know, even though it's a Quidditch match in school, there's no good reason to ban a player or add too many weird rules on the fly. ”

Dumbledore sighed tiredly, spread his hands awkwardly, and replied with some uncertainty.

"It's mainly professional advice from Mrs. Hodge, so it should be somewhat useful......

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Chapter 2!!Mom!!

This time I put the warning on the headline, and I can't be blamed for that!