This Hogwarts is not normal

The students sitting by the small lake in the Forbidden Forest, the two largest ethnic groups did not have the slightest opinion.

As long as they don't violate the territory of the centaur, they can tolerate two days and one night.

The acromantula has encountered many natural enemies recently, and many unborn spider eggs have been eaten, and the search for the source will be driven back by the fire.

"You mean the group of wizards?" Aragog's claws kept opening and closing in the lair.

Of course Hagrid had ordered him not to go out for these two days, but he didn't expect that the reason was that nearly a thousand students came for an outing.

Living people, fresh and young living people.

Mosag rolled his eight big eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

The two of them have almost zero constraints on their offspring.

On Halloween, it was the leader of one of the regions who received the Imperius Curse, which made him rush to the castle in mighty force.

But that's only one-eighth.

Heartbeat is heartbeat, the weird firearm in the hands of a certain little wizard is not easy to solve.

Animals are afraid of fire, and magical creatures are no exception.

Adult acromanders have a shell, and the outside is densely covered with hair.

Once the fire goes down, there is no need to support the combustion.

Thank goodness there were no casualties, otherwise the children of the two of them would definitely not be able to bear it.

"I'm old, Mossag.

The children can do whatever they want, and we can't control it anyway. "

An adult acromantula can reach a length of fifteen feet.

As carnivorous creatures, they will even eat the dead of their own kind.

This fire comes every now and then, and if it lasts for a year or so, cannibalism is likely to occur.

"The children will attack the wizards."

Aragog raised his big head slightly, then lowered it again as if expressing sorrow.

"They are wizards, existences at the top of the magic world.

I'm grateful Hagrid brought me here, but we'll never beat them. "

Its chelicerae stopped moving, "Maybe after I die, the children will gradually become their captive tools."

Mosag's eight legs curled up slightly, and his voice trembled in horror: "That person—that person has always only used species like us."

If they were to side, they would both be on Hagrid's side.

But their offspring are hard to say.

Just a promise to eat a living person...

"It's good to let the children hit the wall." Aragog's big body fell to the ground, straightening all his legs.

"I can neither stop our reproductive nature nor our brutal character."

"Everything will be fine." Mosag turned and walked out of the cave.

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Since it is survival in the wild, of course no lunch will be prepared in advance.

With the help of hundreds of house-elves, all the ingredients are piled together to form a thirty-foot-high hill.

When the professors took them back equally, the students were all excited.

"Leave on time at three o'clock in the afternoon, and we will rest on the mountain next to the Forbidden Forest at night!"

Hufflepuff students became the most popular existence.

The professors have Sprout.

"Control the knife lightly, don't use too much force."

Under the control of her mana, every ingredient was processed.

The students nearby immediately followed suit.

How about magic?

Food cannot appear out of thin air.

Even though there are many spells that can automatically make delicious food, it is still too difficult for students who have not graduated.

Not to mention the taste is not good.

Precise and delicate mana control is the first point;

Focused and serious attitude is the second point;

The third and most important point is timing.

"In order to ensure the best taste of the food, I suggest that it is best to use less healing spells."

Sprout adds blanched beef cubes and potatoes to the pot, along with toppings like onions and carrots.

Flitwick operated in a decent manner, even much smoother than her.

Cook on high heat for 15 minutes, then simmer on low heat for half an hour.

But the works presented by the two are quite different.

The royal taster "disappeared", and as a substitute, Vincent took a small bite of everything under the eyes of countless envious eyes.

Flitwick's is pleasing to the eye, but the beef stew made has a strong industrial flavor.

The food he cooks with magic is very similar to the products of the assembly line in the factory.

Sprout's was different.

It was a goulash with soul, and Vincent could feel the emotion she poured into it.

A passing mark, a full mark.

"Cut, what's the big deal—" Blaise below used fire all the time.

The ingredients in the stew pot were oddly shaped and the seasoning was messy.

When the time was up, he pointed his wand up.

As soon as the pot lid opened a gap, the extremely strong burnt smell rushed out.

Let alone eating this thing, it is not even worth restoring it with a repair spell.

"Wow~ Zabini made a pot of shit~"

The twins squeezed their noses and leaned forward, then retreated with extreme disgust.

"Fred, even ghosts don't like to smell this food."

"George, this is not food."

Blaise, whose face was blushing for a while, poked his neck, "I don't need the skill of cooking at all!

I want to eat something, just open my mouth and the finished product will be delivered! "

"Then what are you waiting for?" The twins ran back grinning.

This is the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, and the owls have to go back and forth at night.

There were house elves in Draco's house, but it was almost three o'clock when they were delivered.

How to do?

Have a little snack first.

Blaise wised up the second time around and simmered the whole thing over low heat.

But the stew pot was stuffed to the brim, and all kinds of ingredients were squeezed into a ball.

Still a familiar color, or a familiar taste.

Draco stared proudly at his constantly shaking saucepan.

He didn't cook the goulash, but rather confidently opted for lamb that hadn't been de-flavored.

Almost one-third of the pot is filled with rosemary.

It seems that in his mind, as long as the fragrance is strong enough, it can cover up all the weird smells.

The result is...

Draco, who had just vomited for a short time, vomited it out again after taking a bite.

Of course, these two failures are just one example.

Most of what the students cook is edible.

It's nothing more than good or bad taste.

Hufflepuffs are generally above the standard, and many students have the cheek to go over to eat.

The most conspicuous among them is a chubby owl.

"Cuckoo is coming—" Vincent's ruthless iron hands grabbed it.

"Those are so hot, you need some of this."

This vegetable salad made of tomatoes, lettuce, corn, etc. is Gu Gu's long-awaited lunch today.

"Eat it, it's all cold."

Cuckoo kicked his paws and turned his back on him.

Vincent grabbed it again, "After eating this, I'll take you to find the little vole at night?"

"Cuckoo!"

"Who am I, I will definitely not regret it!"

"Cuckoo!"

"All right, all right, whoever repents is a puppy."

Gu Gu stood in front of the vegetable salad again, and picked up a small piece of lettuce.

No oil, no salt, not even salad dressing.

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