Ten minutes later, at Elena's insistence, Hannah and Luna, led by the Scamanders, left the kitchen and headed to the study on the second floor. Only Alina was left in the empty living room on the first floor.
Lina and the sizzling oil pan.
Now, the happiness that the two little luoli got from the wonderful dinner is quickly fading...
According to Dumbledore and Elena's previous arrangements, after finishing their daily Quidditch training, they also need to complete some interesting "Hogwarts Summer Life" under the supervision and guidance of Mr. and Mrs. Scamander.
, such as summer homework to consolidate the learning content of the previous school year, and preview of the next year's courses.
And when everything was on track, a certain white-haired dumpling who was the culprit naturally couldn't escape the hole he dug.
Of course, at least tonight, Elena only has to face the sizzling oil pan for the time being, waiting for the clarified lard to boil out bit by bit in the pan, and the lard turns into pieces of crispy and delicious lard.
The slag becomes the raw material for frying crisp whistle.
There is no need to think about trivial society and the future, and you can cook your favorite food as you like without being disturbed by anyone. All your energy is devoted to the ingredients in front of you. This is the highest healing for a food lover.
In the empty kitchen, staring blankly at the frying pan in front of her, Elena hadn't had such a relaxing break for a long time.
Since she came to this world, she has spent most of her time struggling to survive in this strange world.
Before entering Hogwarts, Elena's energy was mainly focused on how to work with Benitez to maintain the basic meal security for the children in the orphanage. After entering Hogwarts, she shouldered the responsibilities
And the expectation for more is magnified countless times.
But Elena's rest was short-lived.
After a while, Tina Scamander's voice came from upstairs.
She was urging her husband to hurry up and help in the kitchen downstairs. Although in Tina's opinion, Newt might not be able to do much other than help wash the dishes and pass things around, but at least he was better than Chu in the study upstairs.
It's much better to be in a daze.
Immediately afterwards, there was a creaking sound from the wooden spiral staircase.
This is Newt Scamander's unique walking frequency. He sets his feet quickly and lightly, with a slight pause in between. In the wild, this can be said to be the easiest way to make animals put down their vigilance.
Signal.
Or the way the top hunters at the top of the food chain act.
"Sorry, is there something on my face?" Newt scratched his cheek uncomfortably.
"It's nothing, I just heard the footsteps and subconsciously turned my head to take a look."
Elena shook her head meaningfully and returned her gaze to the sizzling oil pan in front of her.
There is no such thing as a perfect master ball in the wizarding world. As a master of magical animals, Newt Scamander’s high success rate in “recovering” magical animals scattered around the world hides too many thought-provoking things.
.
Grindelwald once commented when he was taking classes in Nurmengarde that no one knew how to hunt magical animals better than Newt.
Elena clearly knows that one of the reasons why the wizarding world values Newt's opinions so much is because when an uncontrollable magical animal disaster occurs, Newt is definitely more trustworthy than Dumbledore.
helper.
This is indeed the case. Under Newt's initiative, the progress of various associations has been much smoother than Elena imagined.
Newt Scamander is indeed a treasure wizard with unlimited potential.
only……
Elena glanced at the golden-brown pork suet in the pan and raised her eyebrows thoughtfully.
Just like boiling lard, don't be too hasty in some things. Cook patiently step by step, so that you can harvest mellow and milky lard, as well as crispy and delicious lard residue that can be used to make crispy lard.
Therefore, although her precious alone time was gone, Elena didn't feel too much disappointed.
"So, Elena..."
Newt Scamander walked down the stairs and stood for a moment at the edge of the open kitchen.
Seeing that the girl didn't seem to want to take the initiative to speak, Newt's eyes wandered between the sizzling frying pan, the pork belly and pork rinds arranged in categories on the counter, and then he hesitated for a few seconds.
Asked proactively.
"Can I help you with anything? Or do you want to talk to me about something?"
Although according to Elena's previous statement, she should hope that he could help break down and cut the pork tissue, but Newt knew very well that it was just a cover. After Elena's transformation, most of the tissues and organs
They have all been perfectly segmented, and there are not many places that require secondary processing.
In fact, when he returned to the kitchen, even the dishes and cutlery in the sink had been cleaned.
Needless to say, there was no so-called help in cleaning the kitchen. What was waiting for him was just a private conversation from the underage devil.
"Oh, I haven't thought about it yet," Elena raised the corners of her mouth slightly and winked slyly, "As you can see, I have finished most of the finishing work in advance. As for the content of the conversation, it should be
You ask me, not me asking you, right? If I guess correctly, you should have a lot of confusion in your mind at this time."
Elena stared at the iron pot in front of her carefully, and carefully adjusted the size of the fire below, turning it to a simmer.
If you want the lard to be boiled to have the most perfect color, then it is absolutely essential to add water and control the temperature over high heat first, because the oil will easily turn yellow and mushy after boiling. After adding water, the temperature can be maintained
At a hundred degrees.
When the water is almost boiling dry, it is time to really turn the heat to a simmer and slowly release the oil.
For Elena, the cooking of another piece of "pork suet" has just begun.
"So!" Newt said with a strange expression, "You are helping me create opportunities to ask questions alone?"
"Yes." Elena said.
"For a moment just now, I almost thought it was Professor Dumbledore who was speaking." Newt was stunned for a moment, then shook his head in disbelief, "What questions do I have that I need to ask you for confirmation alone? The Society of Magical Beasts has not yet
Officially launched, as for cooking skills and your past experiences, I am not one of those curious young people."
"Oh? What you said makes sense."
Elena stir-fried the lard cubes in the pot a few times, put the lid back on, and looked at Old Freckles quietly.
Pig skin will affect the efficiency of boiling oil, but this is not a very important factor. Compared with ordinary pork suet, it just takes a little more time, and time is exactly what Elena has the most wealth at this time.
That part.
"Don't look at me like that!"
Newt Scamander looked away unconsciously and said with some embarrassment, "Although I don't know who you learned it from, this method of communication is not suitable for an eleven or twelve-year-old girl like you.
Do you really think...do you really think...that I will reconsider your so-called devilish plan?"
"Well"
Elena shrugged, and the smile on her face became a little brighter.
"Actually, as you can see, I didn't say anything just now..."
Is this what Newt Scamander cares about? He figured it out easily. Sure enough, ginger is still hotter than old. Grindelwald's "elderly advice" of sending food reserves is quite valuable as a reference.
.
When facing an autistic person like Newt, it's best to let the other person take the initiative to speak, otherwise no matter how much you say, they will be ignored.
"Okay, if you really have anything to ask..."
Looking at Elena who was smiling but not smiling, Newt felt helpless and sighed silently.
Is this the little one created by Gellert Grindelwald and Albus Dumbledore? It is simply a fusion of the worst parts of the two old guys' personalities, especially when she is still a mixed-blood
When Veela.
"Elena," Newt thought for a moment and said, "You think that for so many years, we have been working hard to hide the existence of magical beasts from Muggles and erase the traces left by magical animals. This is actually a mistake.
Something?"
"It's not a mistake, it's just a mistake." Elena said.
Then, she glanced at Newt, who was a little confused, and felt that she should explain it in more detail. After all, compared to people like Grindelwald and Dumbledore, this nearly 100-year-old grandfather obviously had lower emotional intelligence.
Billion points.
"This is true whether it is for the magical world, the non-magical world, or the magical animal world."
"All?" Newt frowned, "I'm not going to discuss anything about the integration of the non-magical world and the magical world here. The International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy may be unreasonable, but it does maintain two
The stability of this world. At first, I thought you turned your attention to magical animals in order to solve people’s food problems.”
"Oh, yes," Elena nodded, "To live, this is the most basic desire of living beings. It seems that we have reached an agreement on at least this point, but maybe you have a little
misunderstanding……"
Elena narrowed her eyes, raised her index finger and spoke softly.
"This is not one of the reasons. On the contrary, in my opinion, it should be the final destination for most behaviors and thoughts. Magical animals are an integral part of the natural ecology, and artificially treat them as attributes of wizards.
Separating the food chain is a very strange behavior, and this is just the easiest way for everyone to understand."
"I understand," Newt said, "Miss Kaslana, you think eating magical animals can solve the food problem of human society. Well, I mean, if the situation like what you describe is common in the non-magical world,
"If it exists"
"Well"
Elena turned off the fire, carefully poured the lard into the pot prepared in advance, and used chopsticks to poke at the soft lard residue in the pot. Due to the lack of advance pickling process, it was difficult to make them.
The standard is crispy.
However, if you add cooking wine, salt, soy sauce, brown sugar, and spice powder at this time, put it in the iron pan and continue stir-frying. When the lard residue begins to turn from golden to deep red, add a little more cold water to hide it.
The remaining oil in the meat is chased out. Although it is not as tasty and crispy as the authentic crispy whistle, it can still be regarded as a qualified delicious food.
"I can only say that this is a possibility... Strictly speaking, discovering the edible value of magical animals is a road that no one has traveled yet, but at the same time, it is not without reference in human civilization.
New things."
Elena glanced at Newt, and after briefly cleaning up the remains of the pork suet in the pot, she picked up the pork neck on the side table and took out the cute little black cross.
Give it a light poke.
veraverto Hecate of the Polar Night, unfold!
The next second, the piece of pork neck meat in the girl's hand instantly disintegrated and turned into small square pieces of meat one centimeter square, which fell into the iron pot below, and the cross in her hand finally took shape.
A jet black metal spatula.
"As long as we can slightly verify the feasibility of some of them, then we can completely trace the source and try it at an earlier point in time. For example, for the production of 'crispy whistle', that is, changing the ingredients from lard oil to
Switch to pork neck meat with a more suitable meat quality. The amount of cooking oil is changed from 90% to 60%. Then, cooking wine, light soy sauce, mature vinegar... and various prepared spices are added, and the cooking is continued.
Fried…rua!”
Amidst the increasingly rich aroma of meat, Elena skillfully pulled the handle of the pot with her right hand.
The crispy meat cubes with bright color, salty and refreshing flavor rose into the air as the girl moved the spoon, and then like a waterfall, they fell back into the pot, stirring and tumbling. Newt, who had just finished his dinner, swallowed subconsciously.
Damn it, he was actually a little hungry again.
This magical way of giving examples is really beyond Newt's imagination, and I have to admit that, with the girl's skillful cooking skills and the rich aroma of meat lingering in the kitchen, her persuasive ability seems to be quite effective.
In any case, although Elena's description is a bit flattering, it also answers Newt's doubts.
"As for the food shortage you mentioned, I will go to Russia tomorrow. When I fought against Grindelwald decades ago, I still have many old friends there. Then, we will continue to discuss magical animals.
Question. Huh?”
You don’t think that the fat chicken is going to cuckoo again? No? No?