Chapter five hundred and ninety fourth boiled beef noodles
Um?!
Boiled beef noodles?
After hearing Snape's words, Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, with a hesitant look on her face, as if she was about to say something, but before she could say anything, Dumbledore took the initiative to turn his head and look at Snape.
Pu asked curiously.
"Cooking methods and ingredients from the mysterious East? Noodles?"
"Yes, the raw material is made of flour and looks a bit like a slender wand or rope. But Professor Dumbledore, I must remind you that the taste of this boiled beef noodles may be a bit unique, and it also needs
Just wait for a few minutes of cooking time, unlike other dishes that can be transferred immediately..."
"Don't worry, I can vaguely guess it from the name of the dish - it's boiled. Just eat this today."
Dumbledore smiled and shook his head, cleared his throat, and whispered confidently.
“Boiled beef noodles!”
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Meanwhile, the Hogwarts kitchen is located directly below the Great Hall.
Various condiments are lined up on the cooking table, and the air is steaming with fresh and spicy smells. Just smelling it makes people feel that the pores all over the body seem to be opened a little, and there is a fatal spicy smell that is appetizing.
"Another piece of boiled beef noodles! Hurry! Professor Dumbledore!"
Following Dumbledore's voice, a house elf screamed.
In mid-air, a ball of dough floating in the air was continuously pulled, folded, and pulled under the power of magic. In less than tens of seconds, it turned into a flexible noodle with distinct roots, each of which was uniform in size.
Slim and full of texture.
Not far away, a pot of beef bone soup that had been simmered all night had been prepared. The slender noodles fell directly into the pot. After tumbling for a while in the continuously boiling bone soup, as the domestic chicken
The elf drew small circles in the air with his fingers, took it out of the bone soup again, and put it into the large bowl of noodles that had been prepared nearby.
Then, a large spoonful of clear soup mixed with beef, big bones, and white radish, a dozen thin slices of translucent cooked beef, a handful of minced green onion and coriander from the Slytherin vegetable garden, and finally poured it over sizzlingly.
Add a spoonful of hot fried chili oil to create a fragrant aroma, and a bowl of authentic boiled beef noodles is completed.
Snapped!
The house elf in charge of cooking on the side quickly inspected the work in front of him, nodded with satisfaction, raised his right hand and lightly snapped his fingers. The next moment, the steaming bowl of red oil noodles disappeared into the kitchen.
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"This, this is boiled water?"
Dumbledore stared blankly at the red bowl of "boiled beef noodles" in front of him, his long silver-white beard trembling slightly, and he made gestures in the air with the fork in his hand several times, but he could never make up his mind to poke it.
Put into the noodle bowl.
Although the aroma of red oil smells particularly pleasant, it also exudes a kind of frightening heat.
After just a few sniffs, Dumbledore felt that his temples were already sweating. His heart was obviously full of resistance, but his mouth could not stop salivating, like a child seeing candy.
Chiliu~Chiliu~
At this time, a strange sound came from the old wizard's side.
Dumbledore turned his head and saw that a bowl of noodles had also appeared in front of Severus Snape at some point. The Potions Professor, who had always been unsmiling, was sipping the noodles and wiping the sweat from his nose.
Under the influence of the heat and red oil, a faint blush appeared on the originally pale and sallow face.
Gulu~
It looks really delicious...
Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, then imitated Snape's example and mixed the red oil beef noodles in front of him. As the fork turned in the noodle bowl, he knew that the texture of this bowl of noodles must be great, extremely smooth and smooth.
, without any hindrance.
After a few seconds, Dumbledore carefully rolled up a ball of noodles with a fork and stuffed it into his mouth. As he chewed it with his teeth, the old man's blue eyes suddenly opened wide, and he subconsciously sighed softly.
"This, this smell..."
The chewy noodles are wrapped in noodle soup, mixed with the aroma of chili peppers and chopped green onions. The salty and umami flavor of the noodles is revealed in hindsight, but it does not become heavier the more you eat it. The spicy oil stimulates every taste bud.
, the base soup made from big bones is full of flavor...
In addition, the soft radish that has been boiled in the bone soup adjusts the stimulation just right. The melt-in-your-mouth radish does not even need to be chewed. It only needs a little force of the tongue to crush it all in the mouth, neutralizing the oily spicy taste.
The excitement comes.
In this seemingly ordinary bowl of boiled beef noodles, all the elements are perfectly combined, giving full play to the stimulation of the taste and the energy and fullness that the body expects in the morning.
The physique of a wizard is far better than that of a Muggle to withstand various stimulating feelings. Dumbledore still tasted it with some restraint at first, but soon he tasted it as happily and heartily as Snape.
Sucked up the noodles.
I have to say that this sweaty breakfast experience makes people feel somewhat indulgent and enjoyable.
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"This is truly a crazy... and fascinating feast for the palate."
After a while, Dumbledore wiped the sweat from his forehead and the tip of his nose, glanced at the completely eaten noodle bowl, and turned to look at Snape, who was beside him and the blush on his face had not faded, and felt quite emotional.
said.
"Severus, maybe we did miss a lot of the beauty in this world because we were too conservative before - let's take a look at how far that child can go, if she can really complete everything smoothly
If you take the exam..."
"She doesn't need to get all excellent grades. As long as she can get an A or above in the assessment of each grade, the Potions class can compromise in some places in the next semester and allow some Muggle scholars to enter the classroom to observe."
Snape took a breath, wiped his red lips, and looked at Dumbledore and said calmly.
"However, Potions is Potions. You can add new subjects. This is your right as the Headmaster of Hogwarts. However, as long as I am still the Potions professor appointed by you, then the third subject will not be allowed in my class.
Two professors.”
"Of course...what about you, Minerva?"
Dumbledore smiled and nodded, turning his head to look at Professor McGonagall who was still sipping squid porridge.
"Are you dealing with Muggle scholars during the holidays? Then you may have to find someone who can help me take over the position of deputy headmaster."
Professor McGonagall rolled her eyes at Albus Dumbledore angrily and said unceremoniously, "If you can take on more of the academic stuff at Hogwarts, I can take the time to show those Muggles some magic."
——Although in my opinion, those Muggles may not understand the charm of magic, even if they are scientists from the former Soviet Union."
"No, I have a better suggestion on this matter..."
Dumbledore shook his head slowly, looked at Professor McGonagall and said with a smile, "You must have heard about Black, right? What do you think of Black? Judging from his talent, he should be able to help you share the burden."
Less course stress.”
"Sirius Black? If he can really master it, he might consider it."
Minerva McGonagall raised her eyebrows slightly, and after thinking for a moment, she put down the spoon in her hand and looked at Dumbledore.
"But I must remind you that there is a lot of difference between having superb transfiguration skills and teaching students to master knowledge - I will take time to give him basic tutoring during this holiday. Unless he starts school before
If he can meet my requirements, otherwise even if he is a little tired, I will not leave those first and second graders to him."
"So, Elena Kaslana..." Dumbledore asked tentatively.
"If she can really pass the first to fourth grade Transfiguration exam, then I really have nothing to teach her. After all, according to you, she is now on the path of classical Transfiguration, and only in magic.
She can rely on herself. Permanent transformation and alchemy are areas that I haven't even entered yet."
Professor McGonagall shrugged noncommittally and replied helplessly.
Looking at the frustrated Professor McGonagall, Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.
"You don't have to be too depressed, Minerva. It's not because she is more outstanding than you, it's just because her perspective on the world is different from yours. Besides, if she wants to learn about Animagus, it's probably
The whole Hogwarts still needs your personal guidance - I guess she will be interested in this knowledge."
"Animagus? Let's wait until this exam is over and see the results..."
After a slight pause, as if he remembered something, Professor McGonagall suddenly changed the subject.
"By the way! Professor Dumbledore, do you still remember what we said at the beginning of the school year? Regarding the sorting of those two children, I think it must be done according to traditional rules next school year - otherwise,
Next year's Quidditch game can no longer be held, and the freshman team is already on the verge of destroying the Hogwarts House League."
"Ah, Quidditch...well...I almost forgot about this troublesome thing..."
Listening to Professor McGonagall's complaints, Dumbledore had a look of embarrassment on his face.
"Speaking of this matter, do you still remember what we promised the freshmen at the beginning of the semester - if they can defeat the official academy team once in a training match, they will be allowed to participate in the league and the final against Quebec
We are competing for the Diqi Academy Cup...and judging from the current league scores..."
"Hmph, those little guys led each college team by more than three hundred points on average in the league. And as far as I know, after the Ravenclaw kids finished playing this year, many of them proposed to quit the league.
Application for the Dodgers Team"
Snape snorted coldly, his cheeks couldn't help but twitch, and he said helplessly.
"Even the strongest Slytherin Quidditch team at Hogwarts is a full 220 points behind them. That is to say, unless in this weekend's final, the Slytherin team can lead in goal points.
Catch the Golden Snitch at seventy, otherwise, if nothing else happens, the Quidditch House Cup will not belong to any house for the first time."
After a slight pause, Snape nodded his chin towards the white-haired dumpling who was still playing with Hermione and others at the dinner table.
"Now the whole school is waiting to see the joke in our college. Dear Professor Dumbledore, do you really not intend to make any restrictions or additional regulations regarding the 'silver-white demon soaring in the sky'?"
"Well, regarding this, there will be some minor adjustments to the balance - after all, you know that even though it is a school Quidditch match, we don't have any suitable reason to ban a certain player.
Or too many strange rules were added temporarily.”
Dumbledore sighed tiredly, spread his hands awkwardly, and answered with some uncertainty.
"It's mainly professional advice from Mrs. Huo Qi. It should be somewhat useful..."
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Chapter 2!! Oh my god!!!
This time I put the warning in the title, you can’t blame me!