A sharp Hogwarts

At five past two in the afternoon, Dalia, Harry and Ron appeared on the edge of the forest farm.

Potions class lasted until after lunch as usual, so the three of them crossed the auditorium directly and headed to Hagrid's hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Hermione was not with the three of them this time. She seemed to have something to inquire about.

After leaving the Potions classroom, she hurriedly carried her schoolbag and ran towards the library upstairs.

"It's too scary. It's only the second week of school—"

Ron said that he didn't understand Hermione's enthusiasm for learning, and curled his lips with a strange expression.

"If it weren't for her ability to eat spicy food, she would definitely be more suitable for Ravenclaw - I heard that the library is called Ravenclaw's 'No. [-]' lounge."

"Gryffindor is not just about spiciness. Have you forgotten the boiled cabbage dish that Professor Dumbledore served at the beginning of school?"

Dalia shook her head. Professor Snape's class was very exciting and fulfilling.

However, she did not think that the other party fully interpreted the four academies.

Just like the personality test in the original book, the sorting into colleges based on taste preferences is also not very reliable.

"Well, Slytherin is actually salty - I thought they were 'not spicy' or 'light'."

Harry nodded and said in surprise, "And boiled cabbage...that seems more like Ravenclaw."

You know, a lot of "spicy" will be tied to "salty", at least in Harry's understanding.

In this respect, Slytherin and Gryffindor should be very similar, but judging from the situation in the school, the hostility between the two houses is the greatest.

"I know how to boil cabbage..."

Dalia was about to explain the origin of Sichuan cuisine when she suddenly turned her head and looked forward.

When Dalia and others walked about twenty steps away from Hagrid's hut, the door suddenly opened, and Hagrid stood at the door with a smile.

"I knew you were coming soon," Hagrid wore a big apron around his waist and looked at the three of them with a smile. "It's hard to eat well in Potions class, so I specially prepared some snacks for you -" He He winked at the three of them and said, "The game from the Forbidden Forest and the Black Lake, these are rare and good things that can't even be found in the Hogwarts kitchen—"

Following Hagrid's voice, the alluring aroma floated out from the crack in the door and penetrated into the noses of Dalia and others.

Hagrid was right. Unlike the richness of the first class, the Potions class that just ended was indeed a bit torturous.

The content of Snape's lesson is pufferfish and nettle soup. When cooked successfully, the magical effect of swelling will occur - the swelling will become larger in the true magical sense.

Although Snape prepared an antidote so that everyone could taste the decoction with confidence, the pufferfish and nettle soup was obviously not something that could fill the stomach.

The three of Dalia looked at each other, stepped over the threshold with bright eyes, and walked into Hagrid's hut.

There was a big bed in one corner, and a few pieces of deerskin that had not been processed were piled at the foot of the bed.

On the other side, the fire crackled merrily, licking the sizzling roast venison shank and grilled fish.

"Oh, maybe there are some places that are mushy, just pick them out when you eat - let me take a look, um, salt and chili powder -"

Hagrid wiped the boning knife leaning against the wall, cut a few pieces of venison and grilled fish for them, and poured some coarse salt and chili powder on each of their plates.

The dinner plates in Hagrid's hut were not as beautiful as those in the auditorium, and the venison and grilled fish did not show any signs of magic, but the three of them all ate happily - maybe the taste was not as refined as in the auditorium and the professors' classes, but Da Leia, Harry and Ron all agreed that this was the most comfortable meal they had eaten all week.

The fire roasted the deer skin which was dry, brittle, and even a little burnt. There was no trace of wasted meat juice, which showed its wildness.

Dipping into the coarse salt and chili powder beside the plate, Dalia closed her eyes in contentment and savored the satisfaction blooming on her tongue.

woohoo-

"Oh, I haven't forgotten you, little one."

Hagrid glanced at Little Yeqi, who was anxiously shaking his head from side to side next to Dalia.

He stood up, walked to the workbench by the window, cut a large piece of raw meat, and threw it next to Xiao Yeqi.

"The Thestral still needs to eat raw meat, and don't raise it too delicately - I heard that it gets goat's milk and oats every day - it is not a French silver pegasus."

"I think it shouldn't be picky about food. It seems that it prefers to eat meat." Looking at the piece of raw meat that kept disappearing, Dalia shrugged. "The Hogwarts kitchen will not give students unprocessed ingredients, Deng." Even the oats that Professor Bullydo requested can only be obtained from the kitchen through Professor McGonagall's note..."

Hagrid was busy making tea for them, and his big hunting dog Fang came close to Harry, drooling all over his robes.

Yaya seemed to prefer cooked meat to raw meat - Harry had to use a magic knife to cut some and throw it to Yaya.

"Can we hunt freely in the Hogwarts Forbidden Forest? Hagrid." Harry asked curiously while feeding his teeth.

"Of course not. That's what a gamekeeper does... to guard the hunting grounds."

Hagrid said gruffly, taking the extra plates from the clean table and setting out the teapot.

"There are many rare creatures in the Forbidden Forest and the Black Lake. If no one is watching, poachers can turn the Forbidden Forest into an ordinary primitive jungle within a year."

"There are people poaching in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts?" Ron said in surprise.

"There used to be, but they disappeared after Professor Dumbledore took office, so now there are too many creatures in the Forbidden Forest -"

Hagrid served them another pile of rock cakes and tilted his head towards the huge stone crossbow and hook at the door. "I have to clean it up every once in a while to maintain the natural balance. This is the duty of a wizard." , but not many people are willing to do this - rabbits will bite when they are anxious, and magical creatures are not easy to mess with when they are anxious. According to some ancient and troublesome rules, wizards cannot use many magics when hunting, and pure hunting can Make sure the ingredients are pure... these are what you will learn in the future.”

"Of course, you should have come into contact with some now," Hagrid shrugged, "For example, potions. All ingredients must be processed by hand, and magic cannot be used."

"Snape never talked about this. I think his focus should be entirely on how to make things difficult and deduct points from Gryffindor."

Ron said glumly. It was not good to speak ill of the formal professor behind his back, but it was really difficult for Ron to restrain himself.

"What's wrong?" Hagrid turned his head curiously, "Your points were deducted again in class today?"

"What happened after class was that Malfoy came over to provoke Dalia. We had a few arguments before Snape came over."

Ron was so angry that he even put down the barbecue and complained angrily to Hagrid. He was worried that he had nowhere to talk.

"Harry also got points deducted because he didn't stop the quarrel, and our homework after class was doubled——"

"But Malfoy is in solitary confinement, so it's not bad after all."

Dalia comforted her with a smile as she ate the venison.

"Confinement?"

Hagrid was stunned and said with a strange expression.

"Snape grounded Malfoy? Would he actually ground a Slytherin student?"

"Well, Professor Snape said it was Malfoy who took the initiative, but I guess it was because of the swearing——"

Dalia glanced at Hagrid and explained casually, "He called me a mudblood. Professor Snape's face immediately darkened at that time."