Snape lowered his head and glanced at the half-cooked snails, mushrooms, garlic, onion slices... and then glanced at Elina, whose skin was thicker than the city wall. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, suppressing the constant thoughts in his heart.
The rising fire.
He finally felt that his eyes had been opened. If nothing else happened, he should have met one of the most "genius" students in the history of potions - did she really think that preparing potions and cooking food were the same thing?!
“Great! Very good!”
Snape narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Elena like an enraged snake. His voice seemed to float from the ice cellar, making people tremble all over.
In an instant, the entire classroom fell into a deathly silence.
"There is no doubt...I admit that the previous classroom rules were indeed somewhat sloppy..."
Snape spoke slowly, his voice was not loud, but it conveyed a kind of shocking terror.
"After this, I will compile a more detailed classroom discipline. For example, it is strictly prohibited to play with fire, knives... or play with potion materials in the potions class."
As he spoke, Snape turned around and glanced around the quiet classroom. His eyes focused on Albert Crewe and El Disya, and he was satisfied with the harvest of all the little wizards.
After nodding obediently, he turned his attention back to Elena - now, all that's left is...
Um?!
Snape's eyes twitched, and the veins on his forehead popped out slightly.
It turned out that while he turned around to speak, Elena took out a large handful of various skewers in her hand, placed them on the fire and rolled them carefully back and forth, and the flames burned across the surface of the skewers.
, waves of increasingly strong aroma slowly spread in the classroom.
Compared to the French baked snails that were covered in the rich aroma of cheese before, this time, the roasted aroma created by applying the simplest grease on the protein is more likely to make people feel hungry - if you want to draw an analogy, this time
It has a more intoxicating taste than charcoal grilled scallops.
Not to mention, the mixed aroma of roasted mushrooms, roasted garlic, and roasted onion slices floats in the air. Even just inhaling it into the nose can make the little wizards begin to salivate unconsciously.
Gulu~
Gulu~Gulu~
There was a burst of stomach growls in the classroom, and for a moment it was like a frog field on a summer night.
After working all morning, the little wizards, who were already in the stage of physical development, were already starving. Everyone looked at Elena eagerly, swallowing crazily with every move of the girl.
Even Snape felt a pang of hunger in his abdomen, but with his extraordinary willpower and the six cheese-baked snails at the bottom, he didn't appear to be in a ridiculous embarrassment.
"I said……"
Snape stared at Elena fiercely and spoke word by word. His voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with the feeling of a saw blade scraping across an iron plate that made people crawl all over.
"The magic medicine class is forbidden to play with fire!"
"But... Professor Snape. I'm already halfway through processing these skewers. I can't give up halfway, right?"
Feeling the almost substantial murderous intent in front of her, the little hair on Elena's head trembled in fear, but her body subconsciously turned outward to protect the skewers in front of her, and she defended cautiously.
"Besides, you also said before that you can't waste food... potion materials. Moreover, I have nothing to do with the potions class. At least... I used the porcupine quills in the cabinet for the barbecue skewers."
"Porcupine quills? Used as meat skewers?!"
When Snape heard Elena's words, he turned his head and glanced at the potions cabinet that had been opened at some point. Only then did he notice what the black meat sticks in Elena's hands were, and he couldn't help but laugh angrily.
There is no doubt that porcupine quills that have been burned by fire cannot be used for subsequent potion making.
In other words, in order to grill snails, this greedy little guy ruined the only pile of potions materials left in the classroom... Even if it wasn't worth much, it was the last thing left after the entire potions classroom was ransacked.
Something.
"Um... Professor Snape, please listen to my explanation. First of all, porcupine quills are originally the potion material we originally planned to use in this lesson. If they are not used, they will be wasted. So I just
Try to find ways to use them to their best advantage.”
"Furthermore, barbecue is the behavior that most tests one's ability to control temperature - think about it, what could be easier to grasp that subtle sense of time and distance than facing the flames directly?"
He raised his head and glanced at Severus Snape, whose expression was almost freezing.
It seems that he accidentally went too far and made Professor Snape angry - but in front of food, dignity, an inedible thing, naturally has no place.
Elena stuck out her tongue in fear, glanced down slightly at the skewers in her hand, and bravely brushed another layer of oil on the sizzling roasted snails and roasted mushrooms, and sprinkled some black on it.
Pepper sniffed slightly and continued to speak in a low voice.
"Also, even if you want to deduct points or put them in solitary confinement, can you wait until I finish baking them? I'm really hungry. I didn't eat any of the cheese-baked snails from before."
Eh, um, uh... that plate of cheese-baked snails from before?
Snape's expression froze, and he could feel the strange looks from the little guys behind him without even looking back.
"I said, that's because..."
Snape frowned and waved his hand angrily.
"I didn't eat any." Elena curled her lips and repeated in a low voice.
The sound is not loud, just enough for everyone to hear in a quiet classroom.
"The problem now is not about the snail, but that you shouldn't..." Snape's lips trembled with anger. If it weren't for the fact that this was his student, he would have even considered casting a curse.
"I didn't eat any."
Ai·Reread Ji Linna pouted and repeated again, silently turning over the skewers in her hands and sprinkling some salt.
"Didn't eat any."
"..."
"Didn't eat any."
"..."
"Didn't eat any of them..."
"Okay! Just for once, just go and bake in peace! Okay?"
Snape's cold face finally showed fluctuations, and a hint of impatient embarrassment appeared.
"Yes, yes, yes, I will be good." Elena's eyes lit up after receiving permission, she nodded quickly, raised her paws and swore, licked her lips excitedly, and instantly exited the state of repeating Ji.
snort!
We'll deal with this little guy later - for now, we'll deal with the lazy first-year students behind him.
Snape simply turned around, not looking at the annoying gluttonous little guy, but looked at the group of little wizards behind him who were holding back their smiles, narrowed his eyes slightly, and snorted heavily.
"Why are you so dazed?! Did I ask you to stop? Don't forget to hand in your works and put them in the oven ten minutes before get out of class ends - then, each of you needs to finish your work, leaving no one left!"
Following the reprimand from the Potions Professor, everyone in the classroom suddenly became serious. They lowered their heads obediently and continued to follow the steps on the parchment paper on the podium to prepare the French-baked snails.
After inspecting the classroom again, Snape slowly walked to Elena's side.
"Wait, Miss Kaslana..."
Snape gently patted the girl's shoulder, looked at the little silver-haired witch holding the fragrant roasted mushrooms with an expressionless face, and was about to take a bite. He took out his wand, tapped it thoughtfully in his hand, and said softly.
.
"I just said that you were allowed to complete the baking process, but I did not allow you to eat in class."
"Huh? What do you mean..." Elena blinked, feeling that something was wrong.
Before Elena could react, the middle-aged half-blood prince waved his wand lightly and whispered softly with an indifferent expression.
"Cleaned up."
The next moment, there was only a bare porcupine quill left in Elena's hand.
"Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?"
The little mixed-race Veela stared blankly at the porcupine quills on her hands. The expression on her face gradually changed from excitement to dullness, and then from dullness to irritability.
"rua!"
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rua~
Chapter 2~Update completed~! This is the extra update for the chapter I owed yesterday!
Zhang said that the update plan is still in progress!
It’s still about the 500th chapter to be updated - it seems that there is still one chapter 245 to be added~
I always feel like something is wrong~
Let’s continue coding~
Dear chubby chicks with round faces, have you expressed your love to the lovely [Elena Kaslana] today?