Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

"..."

Connelly Fudge took a deep look at the inexplicable strange food on the table, then turned his head to look at the exact same dishes on the table of the Slytherin Dean, and fell into an unspeakable silence.

Turns out ... Are the Hogwarts children suffering so hard now?

Words and actions may be untrue, but the joy that comes from the heart on the faces of children is absolutely impossible to fake.

At least from the smooth and orderly ordering process of the Slytherin wizards and the elegant and quiet dining etiquette of the students, there is no doubt that this is indeed the taste of the dishes selected and accepted by Slytherin College.

"Professor Dumbledore," Connelly Fudge subconsciously lowered his knife and fork and turned his head to look to the right. "Although the Ministry of Magic's finances are not too generous today, we can still afford the basic food for Hogwarts students. Yes. After I returned to the ministry today, I will find a way to spare some of my spare funds and add it to the school ’s catering expenses ... "

"Connelly, you may have misunderstood something. Hogwarts' situation is not as bad as you think. Yes, I admit that the dishes at Slytherin College at first glance are indeed strange ..."

Dumbledore glanced at the charcoal-roasted durian in front of Fudge ’s plate, and the corner of his mouth twitched unheardly. Ca n’t the white-haired dumpling use his culinary talents in the right way? The appearance of the dishes is normal.

"However, as far as I know," Dumbledore paused and continued.

"So far no student has thought that Hogwarts's two-week dining standards have gone backwards. In fact, if you look closely, you will find that these unusual dishes are quite popular among students. . "

Since Elena became the chef of Hogwarts, the door of the entire magic world to food has been completely opened.

Compared with the students in the school, Dumbledore, who is concerned about the progress of the kitchen from time to time, is very clear that Elena's use of various ingredients has reached an unbelievable extreme.

Take the example of the "called flower chicken" he shared with Grindelwald last night. Dumbledore never thought about the gut and blood of ordinary fat chickens, and it can also be used as part of the main ingredients to become delicious. Dishes.

You know, before that, these things belong to the food waste that will be thrown away directly.

This time, the Hogwarts College Farm once again made Dumbledore more intuitively aware of Elena ’s terrible talent in cooking. The four college vegetable gardens plus the staff vegetable gardens, planted about 100 different kinds For every crop, Elena can list at least 1-2 ways to eat.

More importantly, judging from the current actual results, all the cooking steps proposed by Elena have achieved quite good results in the end. All the dishes seem to have been refined and polished for hundreds of years. In a very short time, the stomach of the teachers and students of the school was captured.

"but……"

Connelly Fudge poked the soft charcoal-roasted durian in front of him with a fork, his nose flinched slightly, and the expression on his face hesitated. Even though the students looked delicious, they still couldn't hide the horrible smell of booby.

and……

Connelly Fudge's eyes glanced around and landed on Amos Diggory's plate, his eyes twitching.

Although the dishes are slightly different because of the different crops planted in each college, this difference is also too obvious. Why does the menu at Hufflepuff College look so pleasant and pleasant? !

Even if he did n’t see the name of the specific dish, Fudge could recognize some of the types of dishes that appeared on the Amos Di Gori plate, such as Wellington steak, Caesar salad, creamy mushroom soup ...

Some time ago, when the British Muggle Prime Minister received them, Fudge vaguely remembered seeing these dishes.

"Uh, Mr. Minister?"

Noting Connelly Fudge's complex gaze, Amos Diggory, who was preparing to take a break, stopped the movement in his hand slightly awkwardly, turned his head to look at the Minister of Magic, and hesitantly asked.

"Otherwise, you and I will exchange ..."

"No, I'm just a little surprised."

Connelly Fudge waved his hand, and the look on his face quickly recovered from the previous relaxed look. He cut the charcoal-roasted durian in front of his face calmly and put a small piece of it into his mouth.

Maybe Connelly Fudge is not a qualified minister of magic, but he is definitely a qualified politician.

Under the watchful eyes of so many Ministry employees and students, let alone smell a bit bad, even if it is really booger, Connelly Fudge can eat a few bites daringly, which is why he can learn from magic One of the important reasons for the minister ’s campaign to stand out is to always stand by the side with the majority.

"Huh ?! This smell ..."

As the softly roasted durian slipped into the mouth, the expression on Fudge's face stunned slightly.

Different from the terrible taste he imagined, the sweetness and softness like ice cream bloomed on the tip of the tongue, and the durian was sweet after it was just roasted on the fire, but it further stimulated his appetite.

It turned out that although the smell smelled strange, it was indeed extremely rare and delicious.

Connelly Fudge nodded secretly, his expression gradually relaxed, and carefully looked at the notes on the back of the menu for the ingredients.

Is it the king of fruits in Southeast Asia? In a sense, it does have the same pride, uniqueness, and low-key restrained luxury as the Slytherin College in his memory.

"Dolores, you can also try this, in fact it tastes pretty good."

With his first successful experience, Connelly Fudge's worries suddenly dissipated more than half.

The middle-aged wizard was relieved, turned his head toward Umbridge, smiled, and extended his knife and fork to the rest of the food, such as the brightly colored scrambled eggs with chopped peppers. People have a particular appetite ...

The others on the table couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and followed suit, ordering the dishes they might like.

As expected from Connelly Fudge, after seeing the food on his plate, the faces of the little wizards at the Slytherin table not far away also showed a kind of pride and pride. .

In fact, since yesterday, the entire Slytherin College has fallen into a slightly autistic atmosphere. Except for the students of this college, the little wizards of other colleges are hardly willing to talk to them actively.

It's not that there is any intentional intention, mainly because the taste in the mouth of the little snakes is too big ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and at the same time ...

In addition to the little wizards of Slytherin College, the little wizards of the other three colleges also started talking quietly with curiosity.

"Wow, look at it, the Minister of Magic is eating!"

"What's so strange, that group of Slytherins have been eating for two days."

"Huh, this is a politician, what do you know."

"You said, will those foods be really delicious?"

"Maybe ... wait! Am I blinded, the fat toad witch seems to be breathing fire?"

"You have no dazzling eyes, and I see that Mr. Fudge has started to smoke in his nose ..."

Goo, chapter one

There should still be at night! Everyone remember to give Elena a refill!