Fantastic Beasts Cooking Masters At Hogwarts

Alan, who was still thinking about whether to let the mink go, lost his patience amid the mink's curses.

In the mink's horrified eyes, Alan used the Transfiguration spell to conjure a sharp knife and stabbed it into the mink's throat skillfully.

Then he bled and skinned it quite skillfully.

Having survived in the wild for a year, Alan was quite skilled in these preparations. Although the knife in his hand that was conjured by the Transfiguration spell was not sharp, Alan, who had been using the "Tetanus Blade" in the wild, did not care about it. He skillfully split the fascia and peeled off the snow-white mink skin completely.

The process was very smooth, and not even a drop of blood fell on the ground.

Under normal circumstances, the mink skin that Alan got, which was flawless except for the damaged left hind leg, was also worth a lot of money, but it was a pity that the mink's origin was unknown. Alan did not want to be noticed, so he did not plan to sell it. He threw it into the basin of blood and planned to deal with it later.

After finishing the work, Alan wiped the knife in his hand, watching the knife transformed by the Transfiguration Spell slowly return to its original shape as time went by. While thinking about the shortcomings of his Transfiguration Spell, he distractedly looked at the meat on the chopping board.

How to cook it?

At the same time, Quirrell, who was waiting for the mink to come back from a walk, looked at his pocket watch strangely.

Today, the mink was out for an unusually long time.

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In the end, Alan decided to use fruit wood baking to process the mink meat.

There was no way. Although the mink was a magical animal, it was not much different from ordinary minks except for its magical power. It had a great odor like ordinary mink meat.

There were many ways to get rid of this odor, but most of them were complicated or expensive.

So he could only choose the simplest method, which was to borrow Tom's kitchen.

Alan packed the garbage, took the bag of mink meat, and went out with a black bag on his shoulder. When he reached the stairs, he happened to meet Quirrell who was going downstairs to look for the mink.

Quirrell did not pay attention to the child passing by him, frowning and looking around.

"Sir, have you lost anything?" Alan, who was passing by, was in a good mood because of his unexpected gain. Even Quirrell, the villain, was willing to pay attention to him and asked enthusiastic questions.

"No... nothing." Quirrell's expression changed slightly, and then he smiled again, pretending that nothing had happened.

The marten itself is a magical animal that is prohibited from being sold. In addition, Quirrell himself had ill intentions towards Gringotts, and he was feeling guilty. How could he tell others that he was looking for a marten.

"You're welcome. If you need help, just let me know." Alan said with a smile, and Xuanse on his shoulder tilted his head and called out.

Watching Alan leave, Quirrell breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to continue looking, he suddenly heard a cold and piercing voice.

"That child... he smells of blood!" A snake head poked out from Quirrell's collar, and the dark snake tongue swayed in the air. "And the smell of a marten!" As part of his plan, in order to prevent the marten from having an accident, Voldemort specifically let the snake he possessed remember the smell of the marten. "What? Damn, what did this guy do!" Quirrell was furious, especially when he thought of the child smiling so brightly in front of him just now, as if he was laughing at him. "Obviously, he killed the marten," Voldemort's cold snake eyes showed no emotion, staring at Allen's back. "Crows are also on the marten's menu. Obviously, this greedy guy has run into a tough guy." Quirrell's heart was broken, that was one-third of his savings! No, he must ask for an explanation! "What do you want to do?" The cold snake scales slid across Quirrell's neck, and the venomous snake had wrapped around Quirrell's neck without knowing when. "Do you think you are here to do good things? To cause trouble for Hogwarts students? Do you want to attract everyone's attention?"

"No... No, Master!" Quirrell said in horror.

"Put the plan on hold. If there is no marten, then we will try another method." Voldemort snorted coldly, "Put away your temper. The other party is a student of Hogwarts. Are you still worried that you will not have the opportunity to retaliate against him?"

"Yes, Master, I understand." Quirrell stared at Alan with resentful eyes, and he didn't know what vicious method he was going to use to torture Alan.

"Hiss... Why do I feel so cold in the summer?" Alan, who had just walked downstairs, shuddered and felt goose bumps all over his body.

Fortunately, this feeling came and went quickly, and soon the lively atmosphere in the Leaky Cauldron infected him.

It was already evening, the peak time for customers in the bar. Wizards gathered in groups of three or four to drink. The number of wizards in the store could be counted with two hands, creating a lively atmosphere.

Alan did not disturb the customers crowded at the counter. He just greeted Tom from a distance and went into the kitchen.

Unexpectedly, not long after Alan entered the kitchen, Tom left the customers outside and followed him into the kitchen.

"Hey, Cecil, are you going to make a new dish?" Tom asked with anticipation, rubbing his hands.