Hogwarts Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach

"First...a little datura, and then a piece of aconite..." Carlos muttered their names while taking things from his pocket.

But actually he wasn't making a potion, he was making afternoon tea... Well, it's not that the record in that cooking manual was a bit strange, because Carlos didn't actually make afternoon tea according to the content in this or that book. .

This is Carlos' free time.

Well, that's what he said anyway.

Carlos poured a large amount into the cauldron and spread out the cooking manual.

"The eight-eyed spider is coming!"

With a flick of his wand, a small eight-eyed spider was lifted back by him. Yes, although two months had passed, Carlos's favorite food was still the eight-eyed spider.

"Woooo!" Mane struggled to get out of Carlos' arms when he grabbed the spider.

"Woooooooo!" It pointed at Carlos's nose with a dissatisfied look on its face.

"Okay, okay, I promise you..." Carlos easily cut the eight-eyed spider in the middle with a knife on the ground, then looked at Mane with a smile: "I'll try it first this time, okay? "As he spoke, he poured some mixture from the eight-eyed spider's body into the small bottle in front of him.

"This is the essence of the eight-eyed spider." Carlos explained to Mane who was far away: "It is said that some dark wizards will eat the blood of magical animals."

"They think this can enhance their power." Carlos said, shaking his head: "By the way, they can gain the abilities of magical animals."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu?" Mane scratched his face and asked his own question.

"Don't worry." Carlos smiled and shook his head after hearing what it said: "But no one wants to drink your blood."

"After all, there seems to be no use in becoming fond of treasures."

As Carlos spoke, he collected the essence of the eight-eyed spider and poured it into the crucible lightly.

"Luo Lizard, it's time to work..." Carlos stretched out his left hand, and Luo Lizard slowly poked his head out of it.

"Sgas Ska!"

"boom!"

The flames spurted out and easily ignited the pile of wood under the crucible. With the arrival of the flames, Carlos gently stirred the crucible with a spoon.

He nodded with satisfaction as he watched the liquid inside mix together.

Next comes the other component of this mixed soup.

Carlos said as he washed the spider remains clean and flicked them away.

Carlos wasn't going to eat this eight-eyed spider right away. He had read an interesting book in the library before, which said that people in many places dry spiders to become dried spiders.

I have to say, Carlos found this idea very creative.

Ron doesn't like spider soup, maybe he would like spider jerky?

Carlos nodded happily when he thought of his friend, then picked up the salt at his feet and lightly sprinkled it on the spider corpse. The next step was to take it back and dry it...

Carlos nodded slightly and put the spider away. He still had some business to finish.

As Carlos poured all the green onions and clear oil into the crucible, the color of the spider essence slowly changed, from the black-red state to golden yellow in an instant, like a puddle of honey inside. Floating.

Don't tell me, I don't have much appetite.

Carlos picked up the spoon and took a scoop, then tasted it carefully...

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." He smacked his lips. He didn't know if it was his imagination, but he felt that his thinking had become sharper...

Maybe it’s because the smell is rather pungent?

Carlos felt that he could add more spices next time, which might reduce the fishy smell. This golden liquid only looks good, but doesn’t taste like that...

Carlos stirred again with a spoon, and then slowly took out the soup and put it in a bowl. After all, he couldn't hold a crucible and drink soup, right?

It was this action that made him see the professor walking towards the Black Lake with his peripheral vision...Professor Rozier?

Carlos looked at him a little surprised. He thought Professor Rosier should be busy preparing for the Wizengamot Tribunal. Who told Principal Dumbledore to act so seriously when he said it?

As a result... looking at Rozier's rather relaxed look, he felt a little bit that Dumbledore was lying to him...

"Good afternoon, Iman... Carlos." Rozier looked at Carlos and was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect to meet this boy here.

Now he is not ready to take any measures against Carlos. One is Dumbledore's warning, and the other is that he is still waiting for the letter from Paris.

Of course, he was more or less grateful to the child... Every time he thought about this, Rozier felt uncomfortable. You know, it was all Newt's fault... Newt Scamander. This damn guy...

When he thought about this, Rozier had no choice but to use the reason that he was not his biological child to tell himself why the gap between them was so big...

"Good afternoon, Professor Rozier." Carlos nodded gently to him. This knowledgeable and gentle professor in front of him was also deeply liked by Carlos. Carlos could always use his blue eyes that could see through animals. His beautiful eyes saw the gentleness in Rozier's eyes.

This is enough for a child.

"What are you... doing?" Rozier looked at the small pot in front of Carlos curiously, and had a bad feeling for a moment.

"You're not going to stew your Niffler, are you?" Rozier said subconsciously, but fortunately, when he looked behind Carlos, he still saw the Niffler at his feet, even though it was in his hand. Holding his own necklace.

"How could it be, Professor?" Carlos chuckled quickly: "Mane must stay with me and wait for a good opportunity."

“Or after I learned how to make sweet and sour pork.”

Looking at Rozier who was thinking, Carlos immediately handed him his bowl: "Professor Rozier, aren't you going to try it?"

“Fresh soup!”

"Um..." Rozier subconsciously took a step back. Although it looked good...but when he thought that there was a boy and even a squirrel in front of him, he was preparing to use it to make soup, so what was in front of him... made people think a little. .

"I'd better forget it." Rozier waved his hand: "I've had lunch."

"It's okay, Professor, it's already past three o'clock, it's tea time!" Carlos said with a smile: "The traditional British tea time!"

"Hmm..." Rozier looked at Carlos's "sincere" eyes and couldn't refuse for a moment... Forget it, just drink some soup... And from the look on his face, he should have already tasted it. …

Rozier nodded slightly, then waved his wand, turning the handkerchief into a spoon.

He gently took a spoonful of soup, then brought it to his mouth and took a sip...

The taste at the beginning was pretty good... Rozier nodded and drank the whole spoonful of soup...

Then, he immediately felt a little emptiness, and his originally chaotic thoughts slowly became clearer... For a moment, Rozier felt that his reaction was much faster...

What is this?

Rozier's eyes widened and he took another spoonful... Could it be that this is really some kind of magic potion?