Barbecue is probably one of the oldest and most primitive ways of cooking.

More than a million years ago, the Ancestral Humans found all kinds of burned animals in the wreckage of the forest after a lightning strike, and when they carefully tore off the roasted animal meat and put it in their mouths, the door to the new world was completely opened.

From then on, whether it was meat, vegetables, seafood, fungi, insects, whether it was flying in the sky, running on the ground, swimming in the sea, whether it was moving or immovable, easy to digest and not easy to digest...... Anything that can be defined as food can all be processed in this way.

The preference for this hot and primitive flame art can be said to have been imprinted in the depths of everyone's genes.

So, after skilfully completing the class assignment assigned by Professor Snape, neatly arranging the cheese baked snails in the tray, and looking at the flickering firelight, the idle Elena glanced at Professor Snape, who was still busy, and a bold idea suddenly appeared in Elena's mind - maybe she could try something else?

Compared to the long history of eating snails on the European continent, the gastronomic country where Elena lived in her previous life included snails in the official recipe significantly later, and the cooking methods were not so particular.

This is not because the mysterious Orient has any prejudice or fear of snails, but mainly because the native snails of the Orient are usually too small to fit between the teeth. However, the white jade snail, which has a strong reproductive ability and is very destructive to the ecology, and originated in eastern Africa, "invaded" the East relatively late, so that people have not had time to study too many cuisines.

Therefore, the place where white jade snails appear most frequently is the barbecue stalls and skewer shops all over the streets and alleys.

In Elena's opinion, those cute little snails with their tentacles wriggling, whether they are braised or grilled, are more in line with her taste than the unimaginative sweet cheese baked snails - nutritional value and texture, of course, are more important than deliciousness.

After all, a crucible is not a wok, and it is obviously unrealistic to simmer and fry in oil.

But it's still very simple to make some skewers, as for the skewers used to skewer meat......

Elena glanced thoughtfully at the row of potions cabinets on the right side of the Potions classroom—if she remembered correctly, there must have been a small pile of porcupine spines left in them that were not of any use for the time being, which was perfect for a skewer.

After carefully studying Professor Snape's demerit criteria, Elena reaffirmed that her actions should have been after not violating any of the prohibitions - no head-to-head contact, no violations, and early completion of teaching objectives.

While Professor Snape was busy handling and tending to the rest of the first-year students, Elena did not hesitate to take the remaining snails, onion slices, garlic, and mushrooms she had secretly collected in the Forbidden Forest...... Wash them all one by one, skewer them, sprinkle them with coarse salt, and secretly put them on the fire to roll and roast.

"Can't see me, can't see me......"

Elena turned her back to the classroom behind her, shielding her body from the fire and Snape's vision, muttering quietly as she brushed the oil and salt over and over the skewers with a small brush, her eyes shining as wisps of aroma wafted from her food.

Until—

"Elena Kaslana?!What are you doing?!"

Suddenly, he heard Snape's scolding, and the white-haired dumpling, who was concentrating on the skewers, trembled with his hands subconsciously, and almost didn't hold the large handful of "homemade skewers" in his hand, and fell into the flames below that should have been used to heat the crucible.

Oh no, it's still been discovered.

Well, don't panic, it's not a big problem - it's just a skewer in her spare time, and she didn't strictly violate classroom discipline.

"Professor Snape, I've done all the preparation for the cheese baked snails, and I'm just waiting for the final thing to put in the oven. ”

Elena blinked, smiled wryly, and quietly roasted halfway through her hand, emitting a seductive aroma, and the sizzling skewers moved away from the fire, and secretly hid behind her, and obediently answered the question with her hands behind her back.

Just as a romantic French chef may not understand the charm of hot Sichuan cuisine, in Elena's opinion, Snape, who has been making potions all year round, must be more receptive to stews and soups than stir-fried or barbecued.

Crucially, she hadn't found a strong common ground to combine the ancient ritual of barbecue with potions — if it weren't for the fact that the seasonings and ingredients weren't ready, she would have wanted to try shabu-shabu.

"Miss Caslana, do you think I'm blind, and you can't even see the snails on your workbench?"

Snape glanced at Elena's workbench, his eyes darting over the tray of cheese snails waiting to be fed into the oven, the pile of empty snail shells, and the wreckage at the end of the suspected mushroom umbrella handle, narrowing his eyes and staring at Elena with an extremely dangerous look, and said in a caustic tone.

"It's just a few simple operations that practice makes perfect, and you start to feel satisfied and arrogant. Or is it just a simple dish that you think you know more than the teacher, so you don't need to continue learning?"

Truly gifted young wizards usually don't finish their coursework exactly as their professors teach—not to say that each of them is rebellious, but because compared to the vast majority of their classmates, this part of the talented "genius" is always in a state of idleness to complete tasks ahead of schedule.

Idleness, combined with energy, combined with fearless curiosity, is a recipe more terrifying than any potions, as one never knows what these kids will do to pass the time.

From the first moment he saw Elena, Snape knew this very well, and this was another headache for "genius".

"Hmm...... Well, as you can see, I'm having a barbecue. ”

Elena looked up at the Potions professor with a cold face in her eyes, as if she hadn't heard the bitterness in Snape's words, and admitted generously, pausing slightly, Elena continued.

"As far as I know, the classroom discipline you mentioned earlier doesn't prohibit us from using flame-heated materials. ”

Not banned = no points deducted this time = things that can be done.

This is a logic that could not be clearer.

Well, as long as Professor Snape has the rules, he's going to be cute and kind.

Glancing at Snape, who had a frozen face, the little derpy hair on Elena's head swayed proudly, and she simply took out the skewers from behind her back generously, and shook them in front of Snape, and the tempting aroma instantly overflowed Snape's nasal cavity.

"Now, Professor, are you hungry? Why don't you wait for me to bake them, and then give you a few more skewers of roasted mushrooms and roasted snails." ”

I saw a smile on Elena's face, and she leaned forward again without fear of death, and said with a shy face.

Anyway, admitting cowardice is death, and being a death is also death.

When the atmosphere is particularly grim, it is better to be bold and skinned, so that at least you can bring happiness to yourself.

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Goo ~ Chapter 1 ~

I still owe one chapter to add more ~ or five hundred chapters to say more.

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Dear round-faced fat chickens, did you give the cute [Elena Kaslana] a heart today?