Fantastic Beasts Cooking Masters At Hogwarts

The appearance of Harry Potter means the official start of the plot, and it also means that Voldemort, who is seeking the Philosopher's Stone, is about to take action.

But what does this have to do with Allen? He's just a young and handsome cook. He hasn't even paid attention to Quirrell for a long time. He doesn't know what this guy has been doing recently, but every meal is on time. Basically every time Allen sells dishes, he is on time. Appear.

Today is no exception.

Outside the kitchen, the wizards lined up neatly, waiting for today's delicious food to be cooked. Not only wizards were in this queue, there were even many house elves waiting in the queue carrying elegant silver plates.

These are house elves waiting to bring dishes to their masters. With the abilities of these house elves, even if their masters live in other cities, they can taste the freshly cooked delicacies in time.

In the kitchen, Allen was busy in an orderly manner. Today, his kitchen utensils were quite special. It was a round iron pot. Its rounded arc was completely different from the pan used for frying.

That's right, this is a wok. It was not transformed by Alan using a transformation spell, but Alan asked Tom to buy it in Chinatown, London.

In addition to this iron pot, Allen also asked him to buy some Chinese and Asian spices.

For example, ginger, Sichuan peppercorns, garlic with sprouts, etc., and of course the most important ones, bright red dried chili peppers, and a bottle of Pixian red oil bean paste, a classic Sichuan cuisine.

The former is okay, but the latter is really difficult to buy. After all, this thing is really not to the taste of the British. Alan can imagine Tom's pain when he repeated the place name "Pi County" in a bad accent.

In view of Tom's hard work, Alan decided to give Tom a big bowl as compensation today.

This is definitely Chinese food today.

Mainly because Allen felt that the characteristics of dragon's blood did not match well with the blood sausage on the taste list, so he wanted to use some special cooking techniques.

At Alan's instruction, Tom waved his wand and turned on the magic exhaust function in the kitchen to the maximum. If today's dishes were to let those wizards enjoy the smell of new dishes as before, Alan suspected that St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries ( The best hospital in Diagon Alley) will have multiple respiratory departments today.

After making preparations, Alan started today's cooking.

Heat oil in a pan, add onions, ginger, garlic, and peppercorns and stir-fry until fragrant, then add bean paste and stir-fry until red oil comes out, and then add the diced dragon's blood that has been prepared.

The dragon's blood this time is of course not the dragon's blood batter mixed with flour, but the special ingredient jelly grass that Tom bought from Chinatown.

That's right, this is still not the normal dragon blood jelly. If I have to say it, this is actually dragon blood jelly.

Quickly stir-fry the springy dragon's blood jelly in the pot. The absolute control brought by God's hand and the body's nerve reflexes keep the dragon's blood jelly intact.

Then Allen added seasonings. In order to take care of the taste of those fans who supported him, Allen specially added some more sugar to reduce the irritation of the spiciness. Finally, water starch thickened a pot of special spicy stir-fried dragon blood jelly. Pot.

Allen fried a lot of it, almost a full pot, and the oil was bright red and the color was particularly attractive.

As for the scent, the pungent and spicy scent could not be completely eliminated even if Tom kept using magic exhaust. Many people were choked by the scent and sneezed constantly, but the alluring scent made them unwilling to give up, even if their noses Even when it's red, you have to keep twitching your nose.

After the stir-fry came out, Allen first served a portion for himself and Black, then took off his apron and said to Tom, "Limited one portion per person, 5 Galleons per portion."

Tom was not surprised when he heard the price, because he had been used to it for a long time, but he was a little worried when he saw the bright red oil color and the pungent smell. "Mr. Cecil, will this taste be too pungent?"

"Then do you want to eat?" Alan asked.

"I think so," Tom said, swallowing. "I'm just a little scared."

"Don't be afraid, spicy food can be addictive." Allen smiled evilly.

This time he used a lot of ingredients, and at the same time, he added too much sugar in an insidious way. This will of course reduce the spicy stimulation, but spicy is spicy...

The chrysanthemum means that I have no taste buds. No matter how much sugar you add, I can only feel pain.

So, feel the pleasure of spicy two ends!

Allen, who was very unhappy because he was woken up to sleep last night, put down his apron and smiled happily.

As for the taste, Allen has never worried about it. The absolute deliciousness produced by the hand of God cannot be resisted by just saying it does not suit the taste.

But for Allen, the spiciness is not too exciting.

After giving Black a little taste, Allen stopped giving it to eat. Just this little bit had already made Black all over the room jumping up and down asking for water.

As for Alan, he felt a bit regretful when he felt the burning sensation in his mouth after taking a sip.

It would be nice to have a bowl of steaming rice. It's spicy and hot. It must be very enjoyable to eat.

Although it is very enjoyable to eat, it is a pity that this method still does not reach the ultimate level.

It's a bit of a pity, but Allen doesn't feel it is a pity, because today's dish is still very good, and there is only one ultimate dish that he will discover sooner or later.