Fantastic Beasts Cooking Masters At Hogwarts

A group of owls shivered and watched, Allen skillfully mixed water and mud, adding various spices.

Then Allen wrapped the cleaned owl with large leaves, made a mud ball with mud paste, and then directly summoned the flame to heat the surrounding firewood.

When the temperature rose to a certain level, Allen stopped and planned to keep warm after the temperature dropped.

The preliminary work has been done, and now we just need to wait for the meat.

But Allen didn't come here specifically to eat meat, he came to support his pet.

"You, I know you understand." Allen pointed at the owls with his fingers.

The owls were silent. They were still complaining loudly before, but they kept silent after Allen said that all the teachers and students in the school went to the Quidditch field to watch the game.

They shouted their throats out, but no one came to speak for them.

"Next time you bully my birds, I'll stew you all." Alan threatened loudly, "Did you hear me?"

Alan didn't know whether they understood or not, but a few owls had already started plucking their feathers anxiously, staring at the fire with their eyes wide open, their emotions and stress were off the charts.

Alan didn't care about that, and continued to keep the fire warm, throwing out a ball of fire from time to time. Every time he threw a ball of fire, the owls would shrink their heads, almost becoming a conditioned reflex.

In addition, Alan stared at them from time to time, and the fear that seemed to be in the root of their genes had made most of the owls hide.

About an hour later, Alan pushed away the ashes of the fire with his bare hands and took out the ball at the bottom of the picture.

The moment the soil was knocked open, a strange fragrance spread.

The owls who dared to stick their heads out couldn't help but tremble the moment they smelled the smell, and they couldn't stand it anymore, leaving a pile of feathers on the ground and shivering in the owl shed.

Xuanse stood beside Alan, arrogant and hooting non-stop. The unpleasant cackle seemed to... no, it was mocking those owls.

"Stop hooting, eat meat." Alan patted Xuanse's head, tore off the breast meat and put it on Xuanse's face paint.

Xuanse lowered his head to peck at the fragrant meat, while Alan looked at the owl dish in his hand.

[Beggar Owl]

Effect: After eating, you will get [Magic Tracking D] The effect lasts for ten minutes. After using it, the host will get an additional 10 points of reinforcement points and obtain the special ability [Solidification of Human Traces Spell E]

[Magic Tracking D] can allow the caster's magic to have a certain degree of tracking effect. Alan tried it, and this effect was not obvious. It can only play the role of correcting the trajectory. If the deviation of the aiming exceeds 30 degrees, it cannot track the target.

As for the Solidification of Human Traces Spell, it is an ability that all magical animals that can act as messengers, including Xuanse, have. Just knowing a person's name and identity can feel the approximate location of the other party, which is quite domineering.

The owl's [Solidification of Human Traces] is level A, and it can sense the location of a person with a confirmed name and identity within Europe, but that's all it can do. If the opponent uses the Anti-Human Traces spell, the owl won't be able to find the opponent.

"This ability... is better than nothing." Alan bit a piece of leg meat, and the meat, which was evenly soaked in spices, bounced like a spring between Alan's lips and teeth. The meat was so elastic that every time he chewed it, except for the elastic meat fibers... it was just like that.

"It's delicious, but it doesn't have any special features." Alan defined this ingredient while chewing the meat in his mouth.

"It's meaningless, and there's no special fragrance. It's delicious because of my own craftsmanship. There's no need to continue eating it except to gain a special ability after eating it once."

No wonder wizards don't raise owls for meat. This kind of meat without any special features is meaningless to Alan.

The calling owl is not even as distinctive as the marten it ate before.

"You're lucky, it's not delicious. Otherwise, I'd come here a few more times and eat your fellow humans in front of you." Allen said and quickly finished most of the owl, gaining a meager mosquito leg and strengthening points. 10 O'Clock.

The owl had not been eaten, and there was still one leg left. Allen thought for a moment and did not eat this featureless meat. Instead, he tore it off completely, wrapped it up, and put it away. Then Allen packed up the garbage he left behind, He stood up and looked towards the Forbidden Forest.

"It's almost time to explore the Forbidden Forest again. The soft-clawed land shrimp last time ate a paper [I don't know what other surprises there will be later." Allen thought with his chin.

Allen thought that he was perfectly fine eating owls in front of owls, but he didn't expect that these owls would actually complain.

Not long after the Quidditch match ended, Alan was called to the office by Professor McGonagall who had returned.

"Mr. Cecil, did you go to the Owlery today?" Professor McGonagall asked sternly.

"That's right." Seeing that Professor McGonagall already knew, Allen simply said calmly, "I roasted an owl over there today, but I guarantee that it was an owl I bought myself.

"That's not okay, the owl is the wizard's best friend, how can you do this!" Just when Professor McGonagall was about to get angry, Allen placed a oil paper bag in front of Professor McGonagall.

"What is this?" Professor McGonagall's expression changed, and he felt that the faint fragrance seemed to be teasing his taste buds.

"Oh, I left the barbecue specially for you." Allen's face was full of innocence.

"What kind of meat is this?" Professor McGonagall took a deep breath. He was about to scold Alan for his cruelty, but he unexpectedly took in a breath of fragrance and almost drooled out, so he quickly stopped his mouth.

"Ahem...probably, chicken?" Allen coughed dryly and said, "Try it.

Professor McGonagall hesitated. She felt that she had endured a great test. The paper bag placed in front of her seemed to be a devil tempting her to fall!

But she really couldn't help it!

Professor McGonagall involuntarily reached out his hand, grabbed the still warm paper bag, and opened it by accident.

A complete leg was placed in front of 080 McGonagall. Judging from the shape, it could be confirmed that this was definitely not a so-called chicken leg.

But after opening the paper bag, the strong fragrance hit his nostrils and almost suffocated Professor McGonagall.

Isn’t this too fragrant? Owls are a wizard’s best friend, so how can they smell so fragrant?

Seeing Professor McGonagall about to open his mouth to eat, suddenly Professor McGonagall stopped with a firm will.

"You should go out first." Professor McGonagall said calmly. "From now on, you are not allowed to roast owls near the owl hut. Do you understand? They are good friends of wizards [poor them, they have all been plucked!"

"Rat is also a good friend of wizards. Don't owls also eat rats?" Allen said casually.

Not only that, in fact, most of the time, wizards' pets are just experiments for magic potions.

"So wizards can't hurt them casually... In short, you can eat them, but don't eat them in front of the owls. Let's go." Professor McGonagall glared at Allen, mainly because the smell of roasted legs was too appealing. She couldn't help it.

"Okay, Professor, I won't eat owls anymore." Allen said politely, "For me, they are not a good food.

Allen left. Professor McGonagall's eyes fell on the roasted leg again. He was about to enjoy it when suddenly Allen poked his head in from outside the door.

"I wish you a good appetite." Allen looked at Professor McGonagall's outstretched hand with a successful smile, blinked, and ran away before Professor McGonagall got angry.