Ten minutes later, at Elena's insistence, Hannah and Luna, led by Mr. and Mrs. Scamander, left the kitchen and headed for the study on the second floor, where only Elena and the sizzling frying pan were left in the empty living room on the first floor.

Now, the happiness that the two little Loli get from the good dinner is fading rapidly......

According to Dumbledore and Elena's previous arrangement, after the daily Quidditch training, they also need to complete some interesting "Hogwarts Summer Life" under the supervision of the Scamanders, such as summer homework to consolidate the learning content of the previous school year, and a preview of the next year's lessons.

And when everything is on the right track, the white-haired dumplings of a certain culprit will naturally not be able to avoid the pit he dug.

Of course, at least tonight, Elena only needs to face the sizzling oil pan for the time being, waiting for the clarified lard to boil out in the pan little by little, and the lard will turn into pieces of crispy and delicious lard residue, which will become the raw material for stir-frying crispy whistles.

You don't have to think about the trivial society and the future, you can cook your favorite food as you like, without being disturbed by anyone, and pour all your energy into the ingredients in front of you, which is the highest healing for a food lover.

In the empty kitchen, looking at the oil pot in front of her in a daze, Elena has not had such a relaxing rest time for a long time.

Since coming to this world, she has had to struggle to survive in this strange world most of the time.

Before entering Hogwarts, Elena's energy was mainly focused on how to maintain the basic food security of the children in the orphanage with Benitez, but after entering Hogwarts, the responsibilities and expectations on her shoulders were magnified countless times.

But Elena's rest time was not short.

A moment later, Tina Scamander's voice could be heard from upstairs.

She was urging her husband to hurry up and help in the kitchen downstairs, and although it seemed to Tina that Newt might not be able to do anything other than help wash the dishes and hand things over, it was at least better than a pestle in the study upstairs.

Immediately after, the wooden spiral staircase was heard with the creaking of feet on the steps.

This is Newt Scamander's unique walking frequency, which is fast and light when landing, but there are a few pauses in between, which is arguably the easiest friendly signal for animals to let down their guard in the wild.

Or rather—the way of action of the top hunters at the top of the food chain.

"I'm sorry, do I have something on my face?" Newt scratched his cheek a little uncomfortably.

"It's nothing, I just turned my head to look at it subconsciously when I heard footsteps. ”

Elena shook her head meaningfully, and retracted her gaze to the sizzling pan in front of her.

There is no such thing as a master ball in the wizarding world, and as a master of magical beasts, Newt Scamander's super high success rate of "recycling" those magical beasts scattered all over the place hides too much to think about.

Grindelwald once said in a class at Newmontgard that no one knows how to hunt fantastic beasts better than Newt.

Elena clearly knew that one of the reasons why the wizarding world valued Newt's opinion so much was because Newt was definitely a more trustworthy helper than Dumbledore when there was an uncontrollable magical beast disaster.

Indeed, under Newt's initiative, the associations went much more smoothly than Elena had imagined.

Newt Scamander is indeed a treasure wizard with infinite potential.

Merely......

Elena glanced at the golden pork fat in the pan and raised her eyebrows thoughtfully.

Just like boiling lard, there are some things that must not be rushed, and gradually and patiently boiled, so that you can harvest mellow milky lard, as well as crispy and delicious lard residue that can be used to make crispy whistles.

Therefore, although the precious time of solitude is gone, Elena does not have much of a sense of loss.

"So, Elena......"

Newt Scamander walked down the stairs and stood on the edge of the open kitchen for a moment.

Seeing that the girl didn't seem to take the initiative to speak, Newt's eyes were on the sizzling oil pan, and the pork belly and pork skin that had been placed on the desk in different categories...... After a few seconds of hesitation, he took the initiative to ask.

"Is there anything I can help me with, or would you like to talk to me about something?"

Although according to Elena's previous statement, it should be hoped that he can help break down and cut the pork tissue together, but Newt knows very well that it is just a cover - after Elena's transfiguration, most of the tissues and organs have been perfectly divided, and there is not much need for him to do secondary processing.

In fact, by the time he returned to the kitchen, even the dishes and utensils in the sink had been cleaned.

Needless to say, there was no such thing as helping to clean up the kitchen, and what awaited him was just a private conversation from the underage little devil.

"Oh, I haven't figured it out yet," Elena blinked slyly as the corners of her mouth lifted slightly, "as you can see, I've done most of the finishing touches ahead of schedule, and as for the conversation—this question should be yours to ask me, not me, right? If I'm not mistaken, there must be a lot of confusion in your mind at this point." ”

Elena stared carefully at the iron pot in front of her, carefully adjusting the size of the fire below and turning it to a simmer.

If you want to boil the lard to show the most perfect color, then it is absolutely essential to add water to control the temperature with high fire first, because the oil is easy to turn yellow and paste after boiling, and the temperature can be kept at 100 degrees after water is injected.

When the water is about to boil dry, it is time to really turn to the simmer and slowly produce oil.

For Elena, the boiling of another piece of "lard" has just begun.

"So!" Newt said with a strange countenance, "you're helping me create opportunities for individual questions?"

"Yes. Elena said.

"For a moment, I almost thought it was Professor Dumbledore talking," Newt was stunned, then shook his head with a sneer, "What questions can I ask you to verify individually? The Fantastic Beasts Society hasn't officially started yet, and as for cooking skills, and your past experiences or something—I'm not one of those curious young people anymore." ”

"Oh, you have a point. ”

Elena stir-fried the lard cubes in the pan a few times, re-lided the pot, and quietly looked at the old freckles.

Pork rind will affect the efficiency of boiling oil, but this is not a very important factor, compared to ordinary lard, it just takes more time, and time is precisely the richest part of Elena at this time.

"Don't look at me like that!"

Newt Scamander looked away unconsciously, and said with some embarrassment, "Although I don't know who you learned it from, this kind of communication method is not suitable for an eleven or twelve-year-old girl like you." Do you really think ...... Do you really think ...... I'm going to reconsider that devilish plan you call it, right?"

"Hmm-"

Elena shrugged her shoulders, the smile on her face brightening.

"In fact, as you can see, I didn't say anything just now......"

This is where Newt Scamander cares, it's easy to set it out, sure enough, the ginger is still old and spicy, and the "elder advice" that Grindelwald sent over the reserve grain is still quite valuable for reference.

In the face of an autistic person like Newt, it is best to let the other person take the initiative to speak, otherwise no matter how much you say, it will be ignored.

"Well, if there's really something you want to ask......"

Glancing at Elena, who seemed to be smiling, Newt felt a trace of helplessness in his heart and sighed silently.

Is this the little guy Gellert Grindelwald and Albus Dumbledore who have come together? it's a blend of the worst of the old guys' personalities, especially when she's a half-breed baby.

"Elena," Newt said after a moment's thought, "do you think it's actually a mistake for us to hide the existence of magical beasts from Muggles for so many years, and erase the traces of magical beasts?"

"It's not a mistake, it's just a mistake. Elena said.

Then, she glanced at Newt, who was a little dazed, and felt that it seemed that she should explain in detail, after all, compared to people like Grindelwald and Dumbledore, this nearly 100-year-old grandfather's EQ was obviously 100 million points lower.

"It's true for the wizarding world, for the non-magical world, for the magical beasts world. ”

"All?" Newt frowned, "I'm not going to discuss anything here about the merging of the non-magical world and the magical world, the International Wizarding Secrecy Act may be impersonal, but it does maintain the stability of the two worlds. At first, I thought you were turning your attention to Fantastic Beasts to solve people's food problems. ”

"Oh, yes," Elena nodded, "Staying alive is the most basic demand of living beings, and it seems that we have agreed on at least this point, but maybe you have a little misunderstanding......"

Elena narrowed her eyes and raised her index finger and whispered.

"That's not one of the reasons, on the contrary, in my opinion, it should be the end point where the vast majority of actions and thoughts end. Fantastic beasts are part of the natural ecology, and artificially separating them as wizard attributes is a very strange behavior - the food chain, which is just the easiest way for everyone to understand. ”

"I see," Newt said, "Miss Kaslana, you think that eating fantastic beasts can solve the food problem of human society, well, I mean, if the situation in the non-magical world is as common as you described—"

"Uh-"

Elena turned off the stove and carefully poured the lard into the bowl prepared in advance, poking the pot with her chopsticks at the still soft lard residue, which was difficult to make into a standard crispy whistle due to the lack of a prior marinating process.

However, if you add cooking wine, salt, soy sauce, brown sugar, and spice powder at this time, put it in an iron pot and continue to stir-fry, and wait until these lard residues start to turn from golden yellow to dark red, and then add a little cold water to chase out the remaining oil hidden in the meat.

"All I can say is that it's a possibility...... Discovering the edible value of magical beasts is indeed a road that no one has yet traveled in the strict sense, but at the same time, it is not a new thing without reference in human civilization. ”

Elena glanced at Newt, and after briefly cleaning up the remains of the pork fat in the pot, she picked up the pork neck that was sitting on the table next to her, took out the cute little black cross, and poked it lightly.

Vera Verto - Hecate of the Polar Night, unfold!

In the next second, the piece of pork neck in the girl's hand instantly disintegrated, turning into small square meat particles one centimeter square and falling into the iron pot below, and the cross in her hand was finally shaped into a pitch-black metal spatula.

"As long as we can verify that some of these things are feasible a little bit, then we can go back and try it at some earlier point in time. For example, for the production of 'crispy whistle', that is, the ingredients are changed from pork fat to pork neck meat with more suitable meat quality, and the amount of boiling oil is changed from 90% to 60%, and then cooking wine, light soy sauce, and aged vinegar are added...... There are also all kinds of prepared spices, which are constantly stir-fried...... Rua!”

In the increasingly rich aroma of meat, Elena skillfully pulled the handle of the pot with her right hand.

The crispy whistling meat with bright color, salty and refreshing rose into the air with the girl's spoon-shaking movements, and then fell back into the pot like a waterfall and rolled around, Newt, who had just finished dinner, subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

Hell, he's a little hungry again.

This magical way of giving examples is really beyond Newt's imagination, and I have to admit that with the girl's skillful cooking techniques and the rich smell of meat lingering in the kitchen, the persuasive ability seems to be quite effective.

In any case, Elena's description, although somewhat flattering, also answers Newt's doubts.

"As for the food shortages you mentioned, I'm going to Russia tomorrow, and I still have a lot of old friends there when I fought against Grindelwald decades ago - and then we'll continue to talk about Fantastic Beasts. Huh?"

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You don't think fat chickens are going to coo again, do you? No? No, right?