Hogwarts Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach

"What's wrong, Professor?" Carlos looked at Rozier who looked thoughtful and was confused for a moment: "Isn't it not delicious?"

"I obviously think the taste is okay..."

"No..." Rozier shook his head and looked at Carlos with complicated eyes: "What... did you add in it?"

"Um..." Carlos thought for a moment and said, "The essence of datura grass, aconite, and eight-eyed spider..."

"The essence of the eight-eyed spider?!" Rozier frowned and immediately waved his wand: "Quick, let's get the bezoar."

"Why?" Carlos looked at Rozier in confusion.

"Eight-eyed spiders are poisonous." Rozier collapsed for a moment. How could he be poisoned after eating something made by a student, and he thought it was some strange medicinal effect...

"But... we've eaten it several times and it's fine." Carlos looked at Rozier strangely: "I have taken care of the poisonous glands..."

"Have you eaten it many times?" Rozier was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it carefully, he didn't seem to feel anything... He didn't feel that his body was numb and his mind was confused. On the contrary, his thinking became sharper. This is what happened?

"That...isn't an illusion?" Rozier frowned and picked up the spoon again, then took a gentle scoop.

"..."

After drinking the liquid, Rozier felt the strange feeling of emptiness again, and the rapid rotation of his thoughts made him feel a little relaxed.

It must be a problem with the liquid...

Rozier looked at Carlos and nodded lightly: "Carlos, have you ever given these things to others? What did they think of them?"

"They tried it for Harry." Carlos recalled and nodded: "They all thought it tasted very good." Except for Ron, he was unwilling to take another bite.

"What about feelings? Except for taste."

"It seems...no more?" Carlos shook his head and asked, "What, Professor, do you think we need to add something more?"

"No...no more..." Rozier shook his head slightly and stood up. He took out a small bottle from his arms and scooped a spoonful of soup into it.

"Professor, owls don't eat these things." Carlos quickly grabbed Rozier and said, "If you want to feed the owls, I have dried fruits here."

"Not feeding the owls." Rozier shook his head and put the small bottle into his arms: "I have something I want to understand."

Rozier was wondering what that sudden sense of sharp thinking was... because that feeling seemed to only last for a short while, and now he couldn't feel it anymore...

But...no one has ever cooked magical animals. You know, magical animals are poisonous...and most magical animals have magic power in their bodies. Eating them casually can kill people...

But why does this soup make people's minds active?

Rozier was puzzled. He had never seen such a magical thing.

"Professor, where are you going?" Carlos was a little surprised when he watched Rozier turn around and leave. It was because the food he made was so delicious, and the professor wanted to go back to study the formula?

But you have already told me all the formula?

Does this count as the professor infringing on my academic copyright?

The book "Walking with Werewolves" that Carlos recently read talked about someone infringing Mr. Lockhart's academic copyright.

However, Carlos' call only made Rozier shake his head slightly, and he left as quickly as the wind, leaving only one sentence: "Go to the office and study some things."

"It's really strange..." Carlos patted Mane, who was drinking secretly at the side: "What do you think is the reason?"

"Woo?" Mane shook his head, and then patted his stomach. The sound of lumps rubbing against it showed that it was very full.

"But it's true..." Carlos also nodded: "Today's soup tastes really good."

"It's a pity that Ron and Harry went to find Professor Snape, otherwise, they could have enjoyed it with us." Carlos smiled, patted Mane's belly and waved his wand to put away the cauldron.

"You really need to lose weight, Mane." Carlos would think about the feeling of his newly bulging belly and say, "It's all fat and it doesn't taste good."

“Sweet and sour pork says lean meat.”

"Hiss?" Luo Lizard put his head out and shook his head to express his idea.

"No, no, no, Luo Lizard, that's too cruel." Carlos rejected the Salamander's idea. He said that the fat would not taste greasy if it was burnt.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Mane also poked Luo Lizard angrily. It was obvious that this lizard made it feel that its status was being challenged.

"Okay, okay..." Carlos lifted Mane and put it on his shoulders: "But you really need to lose weight, your belly is bulging."

"It can't be that there are too many treasures, right?"

"woo woo woo woo."

"Well, still thinking about blaming others has nothing to do with Principal Dumbledore."

As the sun set, Carlos slowly walked on the grass with his cooking manual on his arm, his jokes carried by the wind to the distant place.

…………

"Damn Snape!"

"boom!"

A book was thrown to the ground by Quirrell. His face was covered with resentment, and he didn't look as calm and calm as he used to in class.

"You messed up..." A sinister voice sounded on him: "You shouldn't have involved Harry."

"Sorry, I, my great master..." Quirrell's voice immediately sounded frightened. He lowered his head and said, "I should follow your plan. A giant monster may be a good choice."

"That's all... I don't have high expectations for you, a loser." The sinister voice echoed in the office: "Now, your goal is to find... unicorn blood... We need that..."

"Yes, my great master..." Quirrell's voice became more humble.

"Hmph..." the sinister voice continued: "Also, pay attention to the Professor of Defense Against Dark Arts."

"You mean, Rozier..."

"Don't interrupt me."

"Sorry, master..."

Quirrell quickly knelt on the ground, and his rather humble look satisfied the sinister voice: "Pay attention to that guy... He must have something to do with the two guys who were captured."

Quirrell nodded slightly and waited for the voice to shut up completely before speaking slowly: "You mean, he is not an ordinary professor?"

"Of course... of course not?" The sinister voice laughed: "Jie Jie Jie, I want to see how Dumbledore will deal with them..."

"I smelled a rotten smell on their bodies. This smell should have entered the graves with time."