Hogwarts still has a farming industry, but it's very small.

To be precise, it was actually Rubeus Hagrid, the caretaker of the hunting grounds, and Kettleburn, who was a professor in the Magical Beasts Protection Class, who kept some small animals near the Forbidden Forest, such as chickens, ferrets, mice, and rabbits - not too much, mainly to feed magical animals.

This is the important information that Elena only obtained from the house-elf Burleigh after repeated inquiries.

After all, for the Hogwarts kitchen, the scale of Hagrid's breeding is still a little too small, and there is no way to use it as a stable source of meat for the school's three meals a day, and the students' daily protein supplement mainly relies on Hogwarts' various poultry and livestock imported from the non-magical world.

"Without a doubt, I'm half a fantastic beast!"

As a mixed-race girl, after learning about the purpose of Hagrid's small animals, Elena did not hesitate to label those small animals as "food reserves" - although they could not be used to feed the teachers and students of the school, but there was obviously nothing wrong with giving her a tooth sacrifice on a regular basis.

As soon as he heard that Elena could make some delicious new dishes, Gellert Grindelwald was also full of motivation and took the initiative to help Elena get two fat and large Suses chickens and send them to the Hogwarts kitchen.

As for the black cauldron of the chicken thief, it is naturally detained on those foxes or vampires who live in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, and with Grindelwald's superb magical ability, it is too simple to forge some traces.

It has to be said that compared to the mere lethality and destructiveness, the magic of this world is far more satisfying in daily life, especially in the field of cooking.

It's not easy to make a chicken and say it's easy to make, and if you want it to taste good, you still have to put in a lot of effort.

If you really stupidly follow the methods in martial arts, not to mention how many precious edible parts will be wasted, the taste is definitely very bad - whether it is the handling of ingredients, pickling, and cooking techniques, it is quite a test of the chef's skills and experience.

"Grandpa, help euthanize these two chickens, it's Avada. ”

"Avada Kedavra"

Gellert Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, but he didn't shirk it, and directly pronounced the incantation cleanly.

It's just that he never thought before that after so many years, the object of his next use of Avada's curse would be two shivering Scottish fat chickens.

And what he cared about the most was Elena's indifferent attitude when confronted with the Avada Death Curse - few people could take the Death Curse so calmly, let alone whimsically want to use it in the kitchen.

This kid ...... It's a natural demon king.

"That's it. ”

Elena said gratefully, and when she lifted the soulless fat chicken, she skillfully cut a small incision a little below the chicken's head, and put the chicken blood in the small bowl that had been prepared.

For the sake of hygiene, after Elena drained the chicken's blood, she also specially cleaned all the lymph nodes and chicken feathers near the chicken's neck, and cleaned the internal organs of the chicken's stomach - and then washed and peeled it off in Grindelwald's extremely complicated eyes, and solemnly put it aside.

You must know that chicken offal and chicken blood are both delicious in the world, and it would be a pity to throw them away.

Although there are many ways to call flower chicken, Elena chose the more primitive and simple kind this time, so there are not many raw materials involved, and finally chose to stuff shiitake mushrooms and various mushrooms into the chicken belly.

And in order to add more flavor, finally smear a layer of fine salt and a thin layer of grease around the bare fat chicken.

The most authentic chicken is wrapped in fresh lotus leaves, but Hogwarts, which is located in the Scottish Highlands, naturally cannot find this raw material for the time being, so it has to replace it with broadleaf cabbage in the vegetable garden.

Similarly, the dirt used to wrap around the leaves comes from the wet mud from the Black Lagoon at Hogwarts. Of course, this simple digging work was naturally left to the house-elves at Hogwarts.

"Is that okay? That's what you call ...... Super good food?"

Grindelwald frowned as he watched Elena throw the ball of dirt straight into the kitchen stove, a look of hesitation on his face, he always felt as if he had been fooled by this little guy again.

This kind of child-like way of playing, the things made can really be eaten?!

"Just wait and see, it's complicated and simple, and the heavy sword has no edge...... Forget it, you don't know how to cook anyway, so don't give your opinion on these things, you never won an argument about cooking. ”

Elena pursed her lips and didn't explain much.

And Grindelwald, who had already experienced the real fragrance several times, had already learned not to make any cruel words before tasting it, shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, and took the initiative to turn the topic to the discussion about Hogwarts.

Although there was no evidence, Grindelwald's intuition told him that there was definitely a direct or indirect connection between the secret room discovered by the Hogwarts Ghost Professor and the white-haired ball.

......

Time went back to the end of the small talk.

With the crackling sound of dry wood in the kitchen stove, Grindelwald took the initiative to disarm the human body, transforming from Albus Dumbledore to the wrinkled, bald old wizard with a wrinkled face.

After a period of baking, it is time for the "Flower Chicken" in the stove to be baked, the hard soil is faintly sweet, and the moist lake mud has long been dry, showing a gray-black hard shell.

"Now is the time to witness the miracle. ”

Elena swallowed and carefully pinched the mud out with tongs.

The gray-black mud was very strong and hot, and it didn't look so delicious, but the thought of a chicken in it made Elena's mouth water, and she wanted to slap the mud away with her bare hands.

Looking left and right, Elena picked up a pan from the kitchen worktop and smashed it on the hard mud.

Syllable.

As soon as the mud shell cracked, a fresh fragrance with the unique smell of cabbage wafted out, and it drilled into the nose one by one, removing the mud shell, lifting the ripe lotus leaf, and a golden chicken appeared in front of her and Grindelwald.

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