Six baked French-baked snails lie quietly on the tray, each one seems to be stuffed with ingredients, waiting to be tasted.
Before this, it was naturally impossible to configure an oven in advance in the Potions classroom.
However, at the request of Professor Snape, less than two minutes passed before the dedicated house elves moved five huge ovens from the Hogwarts kitchen - of course, the reason was to assist with potions.
Lesson teaching.
The rich aroma of cheese mixed with the refreshing smell of parsley lingers under everyone's nose. The bright yellow hot cheese flows slowly above the French-baked snails that are slightly curled and yellowed by the roasting, and is paired with mashed snails.
Onions and garlic, their plump appearance will whet your appetite at first sight.
In fact, since the only edible part of the snail is its abdomen and legs, in order to remove the odor, it is usually necessary to add a little white wine and shallots to the French-baked snails for pickling and deodorization.
This process takes at least two to three hours, and then the cooked snail meat and seasonings with minced garlic, parsley, minced onion, and butter are stuffed into the snail shell, the mouth of the shell is sealed with cheese, and placed
Bake in a tray covered with sea salt.
However, with the help of magic, even the somewhat clumsy Elena can easily reach the level of the top Michelin three-star chef in just handling the ingredients.
Therefore, whether from a visual or olfactory perspective, this plate of [Cheese-Baked Jungle Snails] is fully worthy of being called a world-class dish.
"Then, there's only one last step left."
Elena held the tray with both hands, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her face filled with contented joy.
"We can start tasting...well, I mean testing the final results, right? Professor Snape."
As she spoke, Elena swallowed, and reluctantly brought the cheese-baked snails to Professor Snape's workbench. She looked at the potions professor who was expressionless throughout the whole process with a little anxiety and expectation.
I added cautiously.
"If possible, can you leave one for me?"
Try it, try it?
Snape looked at the tempting baked snails in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly, but he did not respond immediately.
To be honest, as a potion master, the sticky feel of the slug's body appeared in his mind almost instantly, which made him feel an indescribable repulsion - even if it was viewed from the perspective of fragrance or appearance,
His stomach was constantly challenging his memory.
"professor?"
After Elena waited for a few seconds, she looked at Snape who had some hesitation in his eyes, and said helplessly, "If you are worried, how about I try it first..."
Sure enough, even for Professor Snape, using slugs to prepare potions and tasting snails as delicacies is a relatively difficult mental struggle?
"No, I only need to taste one. I'll give you the rest."
Snape shook his head, looked around at the little wizards who were looking at him eagerly, gritted his teeth and used the tweezers on the tool table to take out the snail meat, opened his mouth suddenly, and swallowed it in one gulp.
Um?!
"This is……"
As the snail meat slid into his mouth, Snape's expression suddenly froze.
There is no sticky feeling as expected. The plump snail meat is as satisfying as the plump deep-sea shell meat. The tender and chewy texture makes people want to chew it vigorously. It is juicy and hot without any fishy smell.
It flows between lips and teeth.
The aroma of onions, garlic and parsley soaked in butter quickly filled his entire nasal cavity from the tip of his tongue. Coupled with the unique tender taste of snail meat, an indescribable emotion instantly spread in his heart.
Come on...
Snape seemed to have suddenly arrived in the depths of the Forbidden Forest, walking in the woods with a drizzle of cheese, turning into a leisurely snail, shuttling among the scents of parsley, garlic, and leaves.
"How is it possible? This feeling!"
Snape frowned and glanced at the cheese-baked snails in front of him in disbelief. Before Elena could react, he quickly picked out another one and put it in his mouth.
Immediately afterwards, another...
Then another one...
After eating five snails in one breath, Snape stopped for a moment. The look of enjoying the delicious food made all the young wizards around him swallow hard. The resentment in the entire classroom was about to take shape.
.
Ignoring the little guys around who were about to drool, Snape chewed his mouth thoughtfully and looked at Elena.
"What were you thinking about when you waved the wand just now?"
The biggest difference between potions and ordinary cooking is whether the power of magic flows in the potions.
In fact, as Snape said in the opening remarks, this is not a "silly" wand-waving lesson, but it is not a lesson that does not require the use of a wand.
Most potions require certain casting actions or even some spells at a certain stage of their formation. Only in this way can they transcend conventional laws and allow some mysterious power to play a role in the potions - even the most magical potions.
The basic [Medicine for Scabies Treatment], no matter how it is improved or changed, still retains this step.
However, in these cheese-baked snails, Snape felt a fleeting trace of magic.
It is extremely weak, like the fluctuation of dragonfly wings flapping in the air, but it is indeed there.
And this means a terrible thing that may subvert the entire science of potions - next to the only door that once blocked potions research, another unexplored road has appeared.
"Huh? I was just thinking about baked snails with cheese. What else could I be thinking about?"
Elena shrugged inexplicably and answered with some confusion.
After taking a look, there was only one cheese-baked snail left. The little hair on Elena's head shook proudly. Although Professor Snape's expression was as calm as ever, his body's reaction was still very honest.
"Professor, isn't it delicious?"
With the support of facts, Elena's courage suddenly swelled a lot, and she shamelessly approached Professor Snape, shook her little fur, and said with a playful smile.
"Then you can give me extra points, can you give me extra points, can you give me extra points? I think, according to my level of cooking completion, I can at least add ten points or more."
"Extra points? Of course, this is indeed a successful work."
Snape's eyes turned to the triumphant silver-haired little witch in front of him. Perhaps he should give the child a little beating to prevent her from being completely lost in the superiority brought by that talent.
"but……"
Before the smile on Elena's face could fully emerge, Snape added softly and slowly.
"Miss Kaslana, I remember I only gave you five minutes before. However, now you have spent a total of seventeen minutes."
"Huh? That's not right. Professor, didn't you ask me to explain it to everyone as a demonstration case?"
After hearing Snape's words, Elena's expression froze, an ominous premonition emerged in her mind, and she defended somewhat unconvincingly.
"That's right. So this time, I won't deduct points for taking up too much class time."
Snape nodded and said calmly, "I need to remind you that in potions, precise control of time is as important as proper handling of potion materials."
As he spoke, Snape subconsciously picked out the last cheese-baked snail and put it into his mouth, raising his eyebrows slightly - I have to say, this kid's craftsmanship is surprisingly good.
If everyone could have half of Elena's talents and abilities, both the subsequent potion configuration and daily life after graduation should be much smoother, right?
"Huh?! Wait..."
Elena subconsciously stretched out her hand and watched helplessly as the last cheese-baked snail disappeared into Snape's mouth. The next moment, her delicate little face quickly bulged up, like an aggrieved little bun.
"Professor Snape, you clearly promised to leave one for me."
well……
well……
As the last cheese-baked snail disappeared, a sigh resounded in the classroom, and almost all the little wizards' throats rolled up and down unconsciously following Snape's movements.
Snape came back to his senses and glanced at the tray with only six empty shells left in his hand, with an unnatural look on his face.
Although except for the last one, Snape ate several other snails in succession, all in order to capture the faint trace of magic, but in the eyes of these little guys, they obviously did not think so.
"Professor Snape has eaten all of Elena's snails."
"My eldest sister is so pitiful. She must really want to eat it, right?"
"Don't say it's Elena, that scent must be delicious. You see, the professor can't resist the temptation."
"I didn't expect that Professor Snape is also very greedy... surprisingly cute."
A burst of quiet discussion floated out from the classroom and faintly reached Snape's ears. The veins on the wizard's forehead could not help but bulge slightly, and he felt a sense of embarrassment and helplessness.
"Why are you still looking at me? Are there any operating procedures written on my face?!"
Snape frowned, put down the tray, and accidentally or unintentionally missed the unhappy Elena. He looked at the young wizards who were watching the fun, and scolded in an unkind tone.
"The content of today's course is to refer to Elena's previous operations. Each group will complete the preparation process of at least six [French baked snails]. This includes cleaning, steaming, cutting and weighing of parsley, onions, etc. And mince the garlic into fine powder - then, ten minutes before the end of get out of class, I will collect your works and put them in the oven."
Snape's eyes slowly moved from the faces of the young wizards who were whispering in the classroom, revealing a cruel smile.
"As for the criteria for testing the completion of the course, it is very simple. Everyone just needs to eat their own work - no waste is allowed."