Hogwarts: The Gray Wizard Volume 1 The Dark Wizard's Apprentice 285 Boy, please learn how to cook with me. It's late at night.
When Anton opened the door to the Slytherin lounge, he saw Draco sitting alone on the sofa next to the fireplace, staring at the fire inside in a daze.
Anton thought for a while and sat down on another sofa.
Oh~ don’t mention it, sitting on the sofa next to the fire in winter is simply a kind of enjoyment.
"As long as there are winners and losers in a game, and there are winners and losers, it's no big deal."
Draco pursed his lips, looked up at Anton, and sighed quietly. "I know what you are going to say."
He imitated Anton's tone, with a hint of arrogance in his laziness, "Oh~ Could it be that the proud Master Malfoy would be discouraged because he lost a game?"
Draco shrugged, with a complicated expression, "Actually, I don't care about winning or losing, and I don't like Quidditch either."
"???" Anton looked at him in surprise, "Really?"
I do not believe.
"I just..." Draco threw the letter in his hand into the fireplace and watched it turn into a ball of flame, "I just have to win."
Anton expressed his incomprehension and was greatly shocked. Is this so embarrassing?
"Yes, we must win." Draco didn't know what he thought of, his face drooped and his fists clenched.
"This is about the pride of the pureblood family, this is about the pride of the Malfoy family, this is about the pride of my parents."
Anton smiled half-heartedly, "What about you?"
Draco had a sullen face and was silent for a long time. He took a deep breath and lay on the back of the sofa, "I just want to not let them down."
Apparently his father was disappointed and wrote a poorly worded letter.
Anton can understand this approach. Some people are born with more burdens than others, and the requirements of their elders will naturally be more stringent. He has seen many videos in his previous life, and those children who were born with privileges lived a more stressful childhood than the average person.
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Such a childhood is destructive, but the children raised can often easily cope with everything in their class when they grow up.
Happy education is often used to deceive the lower class. The higher the class, the more brutal the competition they need to face.
If you don't advance, you will retreat, and you will not be rich for more than three generations... Our ancestors have left us too many wise aphorisms.
At this time, it was impossible for him to ask, "Are you happy?" Haha, when pure-blood families achieve such achievements now, is it really just based on their bloodline and reputation? Of course, it cannot be based on happiness.
Especially Draco, as the next generation of the Malfoy family, will not only shoulder the responsibilities of the family in the future, but also provide shelter for the Goyle and Crabbe families.
People who have not experienced this kind of pressure cannot feel it.
Anton didn't say anything. He picked up the simple-looking wine bottle on the table. The exquisite glass horse figure relief gave him an inexplicable comfortable feel. He looked at the label and saw that the alcohol content was 3%. He raised his eyebrows and simply picked it up.
Pour yourself a glass from an empty wine glass.
He took a sip lightly, not to mention, Draco knew how to enjoy it, this thing is just right for a second grader.
It's slightly sour, a little sweet, and has a strong aroma of dried fruits.
"This tastes..." Anton smacked his mouth, "It's very appetizing."
Draco tilted his head and glanced at him, "Appetizing?"
"Hmm." Anton drank most of it, put down the glass and rubbed his hands, "I'm really hungry."
I didn't bother to go to the kitchen at this time, so I simply took out a plastic box and a piece of bamboo from the snuff box.
The lid of the plastic box opened automatically and floated aside. Inside was a chicken that had been marinated in spices and had a strange stone sheen.
Anton waved his magic wand and tapped it lightly, "Petrification lifted!"
This is a large piece of free-range hen raised in the mountains that Hagrid enclosed in a forbidden forest. The meat is soft, tender and chewy.
Anton used 'Separation of Bones and Flesh' to process the ingredients, and then used the 'Death Curse' to clean out any parasites that might be present on them. Finally, he used the 'Chronic Curse' that he learned from a dark magic potions book in the restricted section of the library.
Use the "poison soaking" technique to prepare the spices into a sauce and smear it on the chicken.
Finally, the chicken was preserved using the 'all petrified' spell.
Once this trick is used, it is really better than the refrigerator.
The bamboo floated into the air under the power of magic, and quickly split into a stick with no burrs and two fingers thick. The other materials turned into bamboo sticks, and the chicken skeleton was spread out completely, with a tight structure.
Put on a stick.
"Armor protection!"
The light of the curse surged on the bamboo shelf, flickered for a moment, and then disappeared.
Then, the chicken was skewered on sticks and floated into the fireplace, where it was smoked by natural flames. The skin turned brown little by little, and the fat came out.
Draco couldn't hold himself any longer. He sat up hard and stared at Anton in disbelief, "Is this what you use to learn magic?"
"Yes."
Anton stared at the roast chicken and swallowed his saliva without looking back, "If nothing else happens, I may be a cook in the future."
Draco glanced at him, slumped down on the sofa again, and fell deeply in. "It would be great if I could also become a cook."
Yo~
Anton looked back at him happily and said, "I didn't expect you to have such a pursuit. Young man, come here and learn cooking skills from me!"
"..."
Draco lazily raised his hand and waved it, signaling not to disturb him, he wanted to be quiet.
The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Anton looked very excited and took out a lot of ingredients from the snuff box again.
"Come on, let's start with the bread."
Draco rolled his eyes and looked at him helplessly, "I was joking."
"Why don't you give it a try? Does learning to cook also affect your ability to become a good Malfoy?"
Draco thought for a while and nodded, "Yes, my mother once said that cooking in the kitchen is a servant's job. When I was a child, I once went to the kitchen to watch the house elves cook, and I was punished for it.
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Anton sneered, "Why, now that I'm roasting chicken, I have become a servant?"
"You know that's not what I meant."
"Then sit up, young man, and come over and learn cooking skills from me!"
"..."
Draco turned over and sat up, frowning and looking at Anton, "Are you serious?"
Anton chuckled, stood up and walked closer with his hands behind his back, staring down at Draco, "Hey, buddy, maybe you should feel the joy of life instead of just being immersed in inexplicable pride. That's nothing.
use."
"Believe me, are you proud of someone as good as me?"
Draco looked at him blankly.
"Look." Anton pulled out his wand and slowly waved the spell-casting gesture he had figured out, "Daisies, sweet cream and sunshine, add some appropriate flames, turn them into delicious buns!"
All the ingredients floated, and Draco watched in amazement as the flour turned into dough, automatically stirring and kneading in mid-air. Various ingredients were added one by one. Finally, a flame lit up and the fragrant buns floated in front of him.
He glanced at Anton, who made a gesture of invitation, so he gently picked up the bun, smelled it, and took a bite.
"!!!"
Both eyes stared.
Why! How can it be so delicious! This kind of taste, let alone a house elf, even if he goes to an extremely expensive pastry shop, he can't taste it. That feeling...
It seemed to bring him back to the time in his memory, when he was still young, hiding from everyone's sight, climbing to the treetops, and listening to the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves alone...
Draco stuffed the bun into his mouth in one breath, feeling the crispy crust and soft and sweet texture.
He also took out his wand, "Daisies, sweet cream and sunshine, what's the next sentence?"
The corner of Anton's mouth curled up slightly, "Let's start with the spell-casting gestures. This spell is called the 'Sunshine Bread Curse', which requires the wizard to yearn for a better life. Its taste depends on your heart."
"heart?"
"Yes, it is best to be in a happy mood. When casting the spell, think of your best memories."
The fireplace made the sound of wood burning, the octopus flashed across the window, and the water plants on the bottom of the lake swayed.
Anton held the bamboo stick and took a big bite of the chicken. His mouth was so hot that it moved wildly, but he couldn't bear to spit it out and quickly drank a large sip of fruit wine.
Draco ate his own bun and tasted his heart in silence.