Chapter 375: Toads that can breathe fire (seeking a monthly pass)
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Cornelius Fudge took a deep look at the indescribable strange food on the table, then turned his head to look at the identical dishes on the Slytherin headmaster's table not far away, and fell into an unspeakable silence.
turn out to be……
Are the children at Hogwarts having such a hard time now?
The words and actions may not be true, but the joy from the heart on the children's faces cannot be faked.
At least judging from the smooth and orderly ordering process of the little Slytherin wizards and the students' usual elegant and quiet dining etiquette, there is no doubt that this is indeed the taste of the dishes selected and accepted by Slytherin House.
"Professor Dumbledore," Cornelius Fudge subconsciously put down his knife and fork, turned his head and looked to the right, "Although the Ministry of Magic's current finances are not too generous, we still provide the basic meals for the students of Hogwarts.
Affordable. After I return to the ministry today, I will find a way to allocate some of the spare funds to supplement the school’s catering expenses..."
"Cornelly, you may have misunderstood something. The situation at Hogwarts is not as bad as you think. Yes, I admit that the dishes in Slytherin College do look a bit strange at first glance..."
Dumbledore glanced at the charcoal-grilled durian in front of Fudge's plate, and the corners of his mouth twitched almost inaudibly. Couldn't that white-haired dumpling use his culinary talents in a righteous way? You know, on the Hufflepuff dining table
The presentation of the dishes is normal.
"However, as far as I understand," Dumbledore paused and continued.
"So far, no student thinks that Hogwarts' catering standards have regressed in the past two weeks. In fact, if you look closely, you will find that these unusual dishes are actually quite popular among students.
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Ever since Elena became the head chef at Hogwarts, the door to gourmet food in the wizarding world has been completely opened.
Compared with the students in the school, Dumbledore, who pays attention to the progress of the kitchen from time to time, knows very well that Elena's utilization of various ingredients has reached an incredible extreme.
Take the "beggar's chicken" he shared with Grindelwald last night as an example. Dumbledore never thought that the internal organs and blood of ordinary fat chickens could be used as part of the main ingredients and turned into delicious dishes.
dishes.
You know, before this, these things were kitchen waste that would be thrown away directly.
This time, the Hogwarts College Farm once again allowed Dumbledore to more intuitively understand Elena's terrible talent in cooking-the vegetable gardens of the four colleges, plus the faculty gardens, planted a total of nearly a hundred
Plant different crops, and for each plant, Elena can list at least 1-2 ways to eat it.
More importantly, judging from the current actual results, all the cooking steps proposed by Elena have achieved very good results in the end. All the dishes seem to have been perfected and polished for decades or hundreds of years.
In a very short period of time, it captured the hearts of all the teachers and students in the school.
"But……"
Cornelius Fudge poked the soft ball of charcoal-grilled durian in front of him with a fork, his nose flexed slightly, and the expression on his face was a little hesitant. Even though the students all seemed to taste delicious food, he still couldn't hide it.
This thing has a horrible smell like boiled feces.
and……
Cornelius Fudge glanced around him and landed on Amos Diggory's dinner plate, and the corners of his eyes twitched.
Although the dishes are slightly different due to the different crops grown in each house, this difference is too obvious. Why does the menu at Hufflepuff House look so comfortable and pleasant?!
Even without seeing the specific names of the dishes, Fudge could recognize some of the types of dishes that appeared on Amos Diggory's plate. For example, steak Wellington, Caesar salad, cream of mushroom soup...
(It’s poisonous, don’t click it)
When the British Muggle Prime Minister received them some time ago, Fudge vaguely remembered seeing these dishes.
"Uh, Mr. Minister?"
Noticing the complicated look in Cornelius Fudge's eyes, Amos Diggory, who was about to feast, stopped what he was doing slightly awkwardly, turned his head to look at the Minister of Magic, and asked hesitantly.
"How about you exchange one with me..."
"No, I'm just a little surprised."
Cornelius Fudge waved his hand, and the expression on his face quickly returned to the relaxed look before. He calmly cut open the charcoal-grilled durian in front of him, forked a small piece and put it steadily into his mouth.
Perhaps Cornelius Fudge is not a qualified Minister of Magic, but he is definitely a qualified politician.
Under the watchful eyes of so many Ministry of Magic employees and students, not to mention that it just smelled bad, even if it was really boiled shit, Cornelius Fudge could bite the bullet and take a few bites - which is why he
One of the important reasons for standing out from the election for Minister of Magic is to always side with the majority.
"Huh?! This smell..."
As the soft and fragrant roasted durian slid into his mouth, Fudge's face was slightly startled.
Different from the horrible taste he imagined, a sweet and soft taste like ice cream bloomed on the tip of the tongue. The durian was sweet after being roasted at the right temperature, which further stimulated his appetite.
It turns out that even though it smells strange, it tastes really rare and delicious.
Cornelius Fudge nodded secretly, his expression gradually relaxed, and he carefully read the notes on the ingredients on the back of the menu.
Is it the king of fruits in Southeast Asia? In a sense, it does have the same characteristics as the Slytherin Academy he remembers - proud, unique, low-key and restrained luxury.
"Dolores, you can also try this. It actually tastes pretty good."
After his first successful experience, most of Cornelius Fudge's worries suddenly dissipated.
The middle-aged wizard felt relieved, turned his head and smiled at Umbridge beside him, and stretched out his knife and fork towards the rest of the food on the plate. For example, the plate of brightly colored scrambled eggs with chopped peppers looked amazing.
People have a special appetite...
Others on the table couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and followed suit, ordering food they might like on their plates.
Just as Cornelius Fudge expected, after seeing the food that appeared on his plate, the faces of the little wizards at the Slytherin table not far away also showed some kindness and pride.
look.
In fact, the entire Slytherin House has fallen into a slightly autistic atmosphere since yesterday. Except for the students in this house, the young wizards in other houses are almost unwilling to take the initiative to talk to them.
It's not that there is any deliberate targeting, it's mainly because the taste in the mouths of the little snakes is really too great.
And at the same time...
In addition to the young wizards from Slytherin House, the young wizards from the other three houses also curiously began to whisper.
"Wow, look, the Minister of Magic is eating a**!"
"Isn't this strange? Those Slytherins have been eating for two days."
"Tsk, tsk, this is a politician, what do you know?"
"Hey, do you think those foods are really delicious?"
"Maybe... wait! Am I dazzled? That fat toad-like witch seems to be breathing fire!?"
"You are not dazzled. I saw smoke starting to come out of Mr. Fudge's nose..."
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Goo, Chapter 1
There should be more in the evening! Remember to give Elena refills!