For Anton, it has nothing to do with interests, that is, just a few people who get along with each other and find some free time to eat, drink, and play together, which is enough.
Anton contributed a special short crucible and a delicious hot pot soup base prepared with several highly toxic potion ingredients.
George and Fred became more and more proficient in the "Sunshine Barbecue Curse". After a while, a plate of roast chicken and a plate of roast rabbit were served on the table.
"You call this roast chicken?"
Anton drank his drink and looked at the plate occupying half of the table in shock.
Even if you say this thing is a crocodile, I believe it. No, it should be a large lizard. After all, its dorsal crest is raised.
"The latest launch of this stable is 'Pepper Chicken for the whole family.'" George rubbed his hands and looked at the plate of fragrant roast chicken with satisfaction, and swallowed his saliva.
Fred put a hand on George's shoulder and raised his head very proudly, "A Muggle chicken breed crossed with a velvet breed, and once again crossed with Hagrid's Hippogriff."
"The natural meat is rich in pepper flavor!" George raised his eyebrows.
"The taste is fresh, chewy, and full of elasticity." Fred raised his eyebrows at the same time.
"Wow~" Anton's little face wrinkled up, and he poked the meat on the plate with his fork in confusion. Sure enough, it was roasted just right, with a trace of oil flowing out, and the smell of pepper rising with the heat.
When I get up, I feel hungry all of a sudden.
"Is this stuff really edible?" He still found it hard to accept.
"Oh, come on, Anton, you even dare to eat rabbit excrement." George was unhappy.
Anton rolled his eyes, "I am exploring potion materials as a potion master. If you want to eat as a normal person, I... wu wu wu..."
Fred didn't want to hear Anton talk about this, so he used a fork and knife to cut off a piece, and stuffed it into Anton's mouth with quick eyes and hands.
"How is the taste?"
Anton's eyes lit up. The smell of pepper was so intoxicating. It was as if he could feel a refreshing spiciness rising straight to the sky. His whole body felt refreshed and refreshed.
He gave a thumbs up vigorously, "It smells so good!"
"Hahaha..." George and Fred high-fived proudly and laughed.
At this moment, Neville and Hannah walked in carrying a basin covered with an exquisite gilt lid.
"I heard from Anton that both meat and vegetables can be used in hot pot, so we prepared vegetables, but don't worry, they have a meaty texture." Neville carefully placed the pot on the table and stared at the oversized pot.
The grilled chicken is in a daze.
Hannah smelled the roast chicken and swallowed, "Merlin's beard, I'm losing weight, I...oh...this smells so good."
George put his hands on his hips proudly, "I declare that the barbecue team wins this dinner!"
Neville said he couldn't accept it and immediately became anxious, "No, we haven't eaten it yet. Let's try ours first."
Hannah also had a serious expression, "Our Crucible team doesn't want to lose."
Anton laughed, "It's the hot pot team, Hannah."
He couldn't wait any longer. He snapped his fingers, and a flame appeared from under the crucible. He placed his palm on top of the crucible and gently shook his fingers. After a while, the hot pot began to boil, and a thin layer of pink smoke filled the hot pot.
The sky above the soup base.
"Wow~~~" Hannah looked at this in surprise, "It looks so beautiful."
Fred looked strange, "Oh, Merlin's beard, I know what it is. The Gulila Rat releases its own toxins. If it encounters the Screaming Vine, the two highly toxic substances will neutralize it."
, emitting pink pungent and stinky pink smoke.”
George brought his head closer and smelled it, then looked up at Anton in surprise, "It smells like jasmine?"
Anton chuckled, "Orange peel, I added some orange peel."
"It can also be a potion material. As long as the right amount is used, it can react with the stench after the poison is neutralized and turn into a faint fragrance."
Several people were frightened and looked at Anton blankly.
"Is this poisonous?" Neville looked horrified.
Anton spread his hands and said, "Don't worry, there's no problem at all. As long as I'm here, no one will die."
He looked at Neville and the others with some curiosity, "What hot pot ingredients have you prepared? Why are they covered with lids? Are they so secretive?"
With that said, he opened the lid.
"Oh!" George was startled.
"That's crazy!" Fred swallowed.
"This thing..." Anton looked curiously at the little green man climbing up in the basin, then looked up at Hannah in astonishment, "The little green hand from before?"
Hannah nodded excitedly, "Yes, we planted a huge tree with little green people hanging on it. Eating this kind of thing will arouse people's fantasy of beauty."
"Thanks to Neville for helping me study the medicinal properties of these herbs, I was able to grow them."
Anton raised his brows and smacked his lips, "I never thought I would have the opportunity to eat ginseng fruit in my life, haha, even though I look as skinny as a stick figure."
George looked strange, "This thing is a bit like a Bowtruckle. You know, it has intelligence. We can't eat intelligent creatures."
"No, of course not." Hannah rolled her eyes, "The Bowtruckle is a magical animal. This is a magical plant, a plant! It's just a moving fungus. Look at the pot of mimosa on the balcony.
It can move too!”
"Okay~"
George and Fred changed their decisions instantly, looked at each other, and asked excitedly, "How do you want to eat this?"
"Simple."
Neville picked up a tachyon from the table and put it into the pot. A little green man quickly hugged the tachyon and climbed up quickly. Neville quickly put the tachyon into the hot pot soup.
"They like places with water."
Sure enough, the little green man on the tachyon jumped off the tachyon and splashed high into the water with a splash.
"But they can't swim. After all, they are just plants. Once these bacteria are filled with soup, they will die and sink to the bottom of the pot."
Everyone came together to watch, with their eyes wide open.
"Wow~" in unison.
I saw the little man fluttering in the water, struggling like he was about to drown. Combined with the pink mist, it looked inexplicably weird.
"When they are finally cooked, they will shrink into a round ball, floating on the water like meatballs."
Hannah picked up the tachyon tube made of bamboo, "Do you want to try it?"
In just an instant, all three Weiss reached out their hands.
"This looks fun!" Anton looked on in awe.
Just like that, the dinner party officially started.
Hannah brought fruit tea to relieve her boredom, and Fred opened a box, which contained a basin of ice cream that had been brought from the school kitchen and protected with magic.
Everyone was eating and chatting, feeling indescribably happy.
Anton’s favorite green meatballs, this stuff...
It can actually make people have beautiful fantasies.
And it is not a hallucinogenic effect, but a kind of indifferent, sober, and inexplicably meaningful floating thoughts.
He squinted his eyes, as if he saw some happy and beautiful future.
If his tickling spell is the recall of happy memories from the past, the effect of this herb is an extension to the future. The former acts on memory, and the latter acts on thinking.
It was at this time that Anton suddenly discovered something that he had ignored before - thinking.
Thinking should also be part of the self!
Memory, emotion, will and thinking?
Yes, thinking should be added. Anton found that there are too many magics that act on thinking, such as Legilimency.
This is an interesting subject.
He even had an interesting conjecture. If what is contained in the boundless void is 'memory, emotion and will', then what is floating in the world and the world of the dead, or even what is in the picture frame, is the wizard's own thinking.
Part of it.
And the reason why people are human seems to be because of their thinking.
We can lose our memory, we can lose our will, we can lose our emotions, but we cannot lose our ability to think.
Anton couldn't help but think of his teacher, Professor Voldemort. Among the Horcruxes he made, only the "Tom Riddle's Diary" had thinking. The other Horcruxes had no thinking.
If you say so...
Anton took a sharp breath.
Gan!
I was deceived by this old ghost Voldemort!
What he meant by giving himself a knife didn't mean that he didn't want it anymore. He might have accidentally cut it off by mistake.
The cut-off part was not gone, but was put into the diary and became a Horcrux. He was still studying at that time, and after all, he didn't understand that much.
This is also the reason why 'Tom Riddle's Diary' can find a way to resurrect itself, while other Horcruxes do not have such an operation at all!
If Anton remembers correctly...
The "Tom Riddle's Diary" in the original work was killed by Harry Potter and stabbed to death with the fangs of the basilisk.
And now, oh, Anton suddenly remembered his previous doubts, why would Dumbledore go back to school to make a monster on Filch's head when he was determined to kill Voldemort?
What's so special is that I need to get back this part of my thinking.
He even told Lao Fu himself about the benefits of soul integrity!
Anton blinked in confusion, "I seem to have done something stupid."
He opened and closed his mouth and took a deep breath. Oh, the pepper flavor of the roast chicken was so great, the green meatballs were so good, and even the ice cream was so good.
His eyes widened suddenly, a little anxiously, "Don't grab it, leave some for me!"