The Fairy Queen of Gringotts, Miss Destiny, the chef of Hogwarts, the third generation Dark Lord... After Elena Kaslana finished speaking that long paragraph, she turned around and continued to finish it with concentration.
with the clam chowder on hand.
After the batter exuding the aroma of milk is poured into the thick soup, it must be simmered on low heat for at least four or five minutes. This will make the thick soup thicker, and during this gap, she can just add it.
Fry the diced bacon in the butter until golden brown, then add the onions, wait until the onions are soft and transparent, and sprinkle these scattered garnishes into the soup.
As for Newt Scamander, Elena had already seen the ending from the moment he took the initiative to ask.
This pot of delicious soup that she had been simmering for so long was finally ready to be served to the table and savored.
"Miss Kaslana."
After a long silence, Newt took a breath and said softly.
"If I'm not wrong, you violated more than one magical law in this process, right? Even what Gringotts Wizarding Bank did in the non-magical world of the former Soviet Union greatly exceeded the International Federation of Wizards
bottom line."
"If the Ministry of Magic learns of what you have done, you may be imprisoned for life in Azkaban."
The "International Confederation of Wizards' Statute of Secrecy" stipulates that every magical government and wizards have the responsibility to conceal the existence of the magical community in which they live. In addition, they must also control the magical animals around them and curb underage wizards.
Exposure of magic in front of people - any behavior that affects the non-magical world and may expose magic will be punished.
There is no doubt that Elena and Gringotts' interference in the non-magical world has gone far beyond the normal scope.
Elena glanced at the old wizard standing beside her from the corner of her eye, and continued to stir the increasingly viscous clam chowder unmoved, as if she had never heard the name Azkaban, with lake-blue eyes.
It sparkles with intriguing bright colors.
"So, Mr. Scamander..." she said, "are you planning to report me to the British Ministry of Magic now? In this way, you should be able to add another shining Merlin to your collection.
Medal, right?”
"No," Newt Scamander sighed, "Order and law are ways to help people live a better life, not the goals we should pursue. Professor Dumbledore's assessment is not wrong. Sooner or later, you will
You will become a witch that far surpasses him... No, to be precise, you are already more respectable than most people now..."
"Tsk, don't jump to conclusions so early - I'm just a greedy capitalist..."
"Miss Kaslana," Newt shook his head, "I have already thought about it, I plan to..."
"Shh! Now is not the right time to make a decision."
Elena stared at the gurgling clam chowder in front of her and interrupted with a chuckle.
"If you really think about it, then ask your wife for permission first. As for us, we can wait until we meet in Hogwarts Castle before we can talk slowly - at least not when we are hungry, because for a while
Make decisions impulsively.”
"Eh? But didn't you just say..."
Newt was stunned for a moment, with a look of astonishment on his face.
"It turns out that young people should listen more to the teachings of their elders."
Elena winked mischievously, her eyes flashed with a cunning look, and she said with a smile.
"Now I suddenly feel that what you just said is right. It is really inappropriate to talk about some extremely important things while everyone is cooking and eating. This is... an evil organization that violates the confidentiality law. You'd better think about it carefully."
"Can--"
"Then let's do it. Today's theme is Q&A rather than oaths." Elena tilted her head cutely and said with a chuckle, "Do you have any more questions? If not, I will put the magic barrier on
It’s lifted.”
"Wait, there is one more thing."
Newt quickly came to his senses and said urgently.
"Grindelwald is subverting the original magical and non-magical order. What he wants is to make wizards the rulers of this world; Voldemort wants to let pure-blood wizards dominate the magical world and let those wizards and Muggles with impure blood
Become a plaything. What about you, as the granddaughter of Gellert Grindelwald, what is the purpose of all you have done? Where is the end point?"
"The end? My ideal..."
Elena hesitated for a few seconds, then raised her head, a bright smile blooming on her face.
"I plan to keep moving forward like this to turn this imperfect world into what I want it to be."
"Let this world become... what you want... to be?! What do you mean?"
Newt Scamander frowned and asked subconsciously.
"Oh, the time has come. So..."
Elena shrugged helplessly, raised her right hand and lightly snapped her fingers.
Snapped!
Not far away, the sound of Tina Scamander cooking gradually became clearer. The "Elena Time" that originally enveloped the two of them quietly dissipated, and the magic ripples on Newt's body also disappeared.
Then it broke apart.
"So... let's leave this question for another time."
Elena picked up the pan in front of her, and as she walked past Newt, she stood on her tiptoes and whispered softly.
"Don't let your guard down, Professor Scamander... I am not a good and obedient boy. If you regard me as a savior with high moral character, this will trouble both me and Professor Dumbledore..."
"I do not understand--"
Newt Scamander opened his mouth, confusion written all over his face.
However, Elena obviously has no intention of continuing to explain.
"Well, Mr. Scamander, let's do this for today..."
Elena's peripheral vision glanced at Mrs. Scamander, who was looking curiously not far away, and slightly raised her voice:
"Cooking dishes and brewing potions are actually the same. Both require a lot of time and practice to accumulate. Although this clam chowder seems simple, it also requires a few more private thoughts before you can think clearly.
The trick.”
"Elena, I told you a long time ago that Newt can't be of much help!"
Mrs. Scamander chuckled and shook her head.
As she spoke, she walked over and took the initiative to take the pan from Elena's hand, and helped Elena scoop out the clam chowder in the pot and distribute it to everyone's small bowls. She also glanced blankly at the same time.
The husband stood aside.
When she was dealing with the pan-fried portobello mushrooms just now, she still found some energy to pay a little attention to the situation of the two of them.
Although Newt did not cause any trouble during Elena's cooking process, Newt also did not help in the whole process. Instead, he kept asking some particularly stupid and low-level questions to the newbie in the kitchen.
.
Other than that, there was not much other communication.
only……
Sitting at the dining table, Tina Scamander looked at her husband next to her with a little worry. It had just been less than ten minutes, and Newt, who seemed to have put down his burden just now, became a little worried again.
Already.
You know, today's dinner can be said to be the most sumptuous meal in these days.
Not to mention the delicious and juicy pan-fried portobello mushrooms, there are vegetable crisps that are more flavorful and refreshing than ordinary potato chips, and the tender and slightly spicy parsley crab cakes are covered in sweet and salty sauce.
Stir-fried carrots, clam chowder that perfectly combines the rich aroma of meat and seafood...these are just ordinary European home-cooked dishes.
Just as the final main course tonight, the ice-fired salmon and beef Wellington carefully cooked by Elena, most experienced gourmets can't hold back the saliva from their mouths - the warm spices and cool taste.
The juniper berries compete in the mouth, just like putting the salmon from the glacier on the hot volcanic rocks; the tender and juicy steak is wrapped in the fragrant and fluffy pastry, with the fragrant mushroom sauce in the middle, and you can't ignore it.
The smell of bacon...
However, even in the face of these extremely delicious dishes, Newt still showed a look of being distracted.
In Mrs. Scamander's memory, even when he faced Gellert Grindelwald, Newt had never been in a trance for such a long time. In the past few weeks, Newt must have encountered something extraordinary.
Serious things.
Tina secretly made up her mind that if Newt didn't plan to confess tonight, after the children left tomorrow, the bottles of age-reducing potions and vitality potions she had asked someone to buy from the market might have to be delivered.
Used.
At this moment, Newt suddenly raised his head and looked at Elena, and in an extremely rare move, he took the initiative to speak at the dinner table.
"By the way, Elena... I don't know if you have heard of it before. In the non-magical world, there is a strange disease called night blindness. Do you know if there is any way to treat this disease? Or is there magic?
Is it possible to cure it?”
"Night blindness? Of course you know that it is mostly a temporary loss of night vision caused by a lack of vitamin A."
Elena smiled slightly and elegantly cut into the juicy Wellington steak on the plate.
"As for the solution, it's quite simple - eat meat! In the early stages of the development of this disease, you only need to be able to eat a few more meals of meat, and you can quickly recover from temporary night blindness."
"It's just that compared to the magical world, it's not easy to eat meat in the non-magical world."
Elena glanced at Newt meaningfully and said softly.
"If the remaining internal organs of animals cannot be used efficiently, then the only way to solve this problem is to find ways to expand the channels for obtaining livestock meat... Although in today's economic environment, many places in the non-magical world
Even the food that people eat is a bit tight, let alone having enough energy to feed large livestock..."
"Is that so? Okay...I understand."
After being silent for a while, Newt nodded calmly.
Before his wife sitting next to him could ask, Newt took a breath, as if he had finally made up his mind. He turned his head to look at Tina Scamander, showed an apologetic smile, and said softly.
"I'm sorry, Tina, for worrying you these days... I have something I want to tell you after dinner is over."
The devil's contract, the minions of the Dark Lord - these are not things he needs to consider. After so many years, sometimes he is not even as good as some eleven or twelve-year-old little girls. Some things can only be known after doing it personally.
future……
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Today is a small chapter...I didn’t code out the 10,000-word QAQ, sorry~