Just as people in later generations complained about a certain great man: his biggest mistake was letting some young people eat too much.
Regarding the authenticity of this sentence, in this era when hybrid rice technology has not yet been fully popularized, it is not yet possible to verify.
But it is undoubtedly the most appropriate way to describe the thoughts of Elena and the professors present at this moment.
That's right, professors...
As the entire Hogwarts kitchen came to a standstill, the lunch supply in the Great Hall above was also interrupted.
Due to Dumbledore's temporary absence, Professor McGonagall, as the vice-principal, came to the kitchen as a matter of course, wanting to ask and see what happened.
And with Professor McGonagall gone forever, the deans of the other three colleges, including Professor Snape, naturally came to the kitchen one after another.
"It's really outrageous! I never thought that something like this would happen!"
After a long silence, Professor Sprout, who had always been gentle and friendly, trembled all over, tried his best to control his emotions, and said through gritted teeth, as if there was a volcano about to erupt hidden in his voice.
The Hogwarts vegetable garden is not a unique spiritual place. All plants still have to follow the most basic growth process, taking root, sprouting, branching, blooming, and bearing fruit, before they can finally grow and appear in the Hogwarts kitchen.
vegetables and grains.
If there is one thing that is slightly different from the non-magical world, it is that Professor Sprout, who is responsible for taking care of the vegetable garden, occasionally uses some wonderful magic and fertilizer to speed up the progress of the process to ensure that the little wizards can do it every week.
Everyone can eat fresh ingredients - in other words, half of the wasted food was grown by her!
"Pomona, calm down. At least we realize this now."
Professor Flitwick stood on tiptoes, patted Professor Sprout's shoulder lightly, looked at the pile of food wasted by the students, his expression was equally ugly, and he took a deep breath.
"But it's really unbelievable. It's something that obviously happens in front of us every day, but it's ignored by each of us."
"Perhaps we should consider returning to the dining standards of the previous week..."
Severus Snape raised his eyebrows and said slowly and softly, "I saw that at that time, the food on every table seemed to be eaten cleanly, without any waste."
"Then what? One day we will recover again. At that time, I think the counterattack may be stronger. By the way, I think the core now is not the exquisiteness of the food, but the quality of the food.
above the issues from our educational perspective.”
Professor McGonagall had a livid face, slowly shook her head, and turned to look at Albus Dumbledore, who was standing by the door with Mr. Otto. After briefly introducing the whole thing, the old man
He has never expressed his views again.
"Anyway, Professor Dumbledore, do you have any good suggestions?"
"Ahem, regarding this matter, I think maybe we can refer to Miss Kaslana's thoughts."
Dumbledore's mouth twitched, he blinked his eyes deftly, and without hesitation, he drew everyone's attention to the little witch standing in the middle of the kitchen, and said with a smile.
"After all, Elena will be the chef of the Hogwarts kitchen from now on, and she will be mainly responsible for the subsequent dish arrangements."
"Chef? This joke is not funny. She is only a first-year student."
Minerva McGonagall raised her eyebrows, pursed her lips tightly, and her sharp eyes like an eagle fell on Dumbledore's face, as if trying to discern whether he was joking.
"Actually, I don't have much opinion on this point."
At this moment, Professor Sprout on the side suddenly spoke.
"Minerva, you have also tasted today's breakfast. I think there is nothing wrong with Miss Caslana being the head chef of Hogwarts - as long as it does not affect her study, I think it is
A pretty good decision.”
For Professor Sprout, it was rare for Hufflepuff College to find a young wizard with a talent for gourmet food, and she was not willing to let the quality of dining that had finally been improved return to its original state.
"I think so too. Today's breakfast was indeed good."
Professor Flitwick touched his mustache and nodded in agreement.
"Everyone, maybe we should first listen to what this little guy thinks. As for whether to serve as a chef, it doesn't seem to be an issue we need to discuss now."
Snape narrowed his eyes and glanced at Elena standing in the middle of the kitchen.
I don't know why, but every time he saw this little witch, Snape would always have a very strange feeling, full of danger but also a bit close, especially after serving as his assistant, this feeling became more obvious.
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"It's very simple. In fact, I think the main problem lies in two aspects - not understanding the value of food, and not respecting the work of chefs."
Elena looked around at the professors gathered in the kitchen and said calmly.
Standing in the Hogwarts kitchen is like Madam Pomfrey standing in the infirmary, with a unique home blessing effect.
"The first point is easy to solve. Food that has not been obtained through one's own labor and sweat, of course, cannot be cherished. So I suggest that maybe in your free time every day, everyone can go to the Hogwarts vegetable garden and learn about it up close -
—Exactly, if I remember correctly, our school’s vegetable garden has plans to expand.”
There is no doubt that the wizarding world has a unique advantage in planting. Even Hagrid, who dropped out of school, knows how to use magic to quickly ripen the pumpkins grown in his own field, not to mention the young wizards who have experienced complete magic education.
According to Elena's advance plan, the international rescue and refugee reception event filled with the glory of humanism three months later will require more food reserves than the three acres of land can afford today.
Facing a huge furry bear that suddenly collapsed, the manpower and land resources she needed to prepare could never reach saturation.
"There is no problem with this. In fact, I have long wanted children to experience the joy of planting."
Professor Sprout nodded without any hesitation and agreed directly.
"Each grade has three herbal medicine classes every week. I think it is quite meaningful to take one class time to participate in the maintenance and care of the vegetable garden."
"It's too little, plus weekends, I suggest."
Professor McGonagall glanced at the mountain of food remains, a terrifying cold light flashed on her lenses, thought for a moment, and added.
"According to the four colleges, we will arrange them in the morning and afternoon on two weekends as practical classes. Everyone, what do you think?"
"The sixth and seventh grade classes have relatively few classes, and they usually have a lot of free time at school, and their bodies and magic powers are relatively strong. I think the senior students can set a good example for the younger wizards.
"Professor Flitwick pushed up his glasses and said softly.
Faced with this serious problem that had never attracted attention before, almost all professors formed a united front.
In addition, there had already been an example of "military training" before, and in a few words, a practical "Hogwarts Pastoral Practice Course" was formulated, and the basic time arrangement was completed, and the atmosphere gradually began to become relaxed and happy.
stand up.
"Then what? This is just the first point, respect the chef... students will not salute to house elves."
Severus Snape crossed his arms, curled his lips, and said coldly with a hint of mockery.
"If you think so, I suggest you give up this idea as soon as possible. It is impossible for a wizard to-"
"Of course not. In fact, the logic is the same as before. Just let everyone participate and experience this process."
Elena waved her hand, looked at Snape, put an innocent smile on her face, and said sweetly.
"So, in terms of respecting the fruits of the chef's labor, naturally we still need Snape to teach you..."
"I refuse! Don't even think about it!"
Snape's face was stern and he said firmly.
Sure enough, he is still as arrogant and indifferent as ever...
Elena, who had hit a wall, was not depressed at all. She slowly looked around at the professors around her. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, showing a cute smile like a little devil - what a pity, the right time, the right place, the right people, and now she is here.
Woolen cloth.
After receiving Elena's look for help, Grindelwald, who had been leaning against the door frame, coughed lightly and spoke first.
"Ahem, Professor Snape, how about I say something..."
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