Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"This is a conch!"

Clark looked at the food served and almost complained. Fortunately, he also knew that eating French food was more about dining etiquette.

However, when Clark picked out the snail with a fork and stuffed it into his mouth with sauce, he realized that it was indeed a real snail.

It's hard to believe that Clark actually tasted the texture and taste of beef in the French red wine baked snails.

Compared with the crispness and chewiness of snail meat, the taste of snail meat should be soft, glutinous and smooth, and more juicy.

However, the red wine baked snail that Clarke tasted has the characteristics of snail meat, but also has a glutinous tenacity. That kind of feeling is like eating soft stewed beef tendon. .

And not only the taste is similar, but the taste is also very similar.

Clark raised his hand curiously, and immediately a waiter came to him.

"Hello, may I ask, what is this dish made of? How did I get the beef in it?"

The waiter had a standard smile on his face, and introduced Clark very skillfully:

"Hello, sir, the French-style red wine baked snails you are eating are made of a unique local magical animal - the big snail, which is artificially raised by a special magic process. The body is relatively large, and in terms of meat quality, it combines the taste of snail meat and beef..."

It seems that there are many strange diners like Clark every day, the waiter explained it very smoothly, and the situation of this dish is even more familiar. Not only did he introduce the practice of this dish, but also told them the origin of the magical animal, the big snail "cow".

After listening to the introduction of the waiter, Clark also felt that these French people's research on food is indeed a set, and they even incorporated magic into the food.

This is not the cooking magic that Clark's Aunt Molly likes to use. The kind that just uses magic to cook food quickly. The French wizarding world really organically combines magic and food.

From the selection and cultivation of magical ingredients, to the processing methods and cooking methods of different ingredients, just like the potions that Clark and the others learned, there are traces of magic participation in the whole process.

The magic food produced in this way will have a more magical taste and effect.

According to the waiter brother, in the magical food industry in France, top gourmet wizards can even make magical dishes that are comparable to top potions. Although he has never eaten it, he has heard from some colleagues who serve high-end restaurants that it is a shining dish that will really make people feel happy.

On the other hand, Hermione couldn't help but ask aloud after tasting the herb grouse: "Excuse me, what about my roast chicken? It has a very strong pine nut fragrance in it, and The taste of some mushrooms is really delicious."

The waiter brother smiled slightly, "This dish of yours is actually a vegetarian dish."

"what!"

Hermione looked at the herb roasted chicken in front of her and couldn't believe it. Although the chicken tasted a little different, it was definitely a chicken dish in terms of taste and appearance. How could it be a vegetarian dish? Woolen cloth?

When Clark heard this, he didn't have much reaction. In China, where he lived in his previous life, there were also some vegetarian food, which could make vegetarian food taste and taste like meat.

However, what the waiter said next opened his eyes.

"This kind of grouse is actually a fruit that grows on a magical plant. Because this magical plant is a bit similar to our common pine tree, and the fruit it bears is shaped like a chicken, and it also smells like a pine nut. The taste of matsutake mushrooms, so it is called grouse."

I see!

Hermione cut a small piece of grouse and tasted it carefully, as if she really tasted a little bit different from real chicken.

The delicacies were presented one by one, and then withdrawn one by one.

After finishing the last dessert, the two walked out of the restaurant contentedly.

"Clark, where are we going next?" Hermione asked curiously.

Clark took out a card from his arms and looked at it, then chose a direction, "Go, the sun is too big, let's find a place to sit."

The two circled around the wide Champs-Elysees, stopping from time to time to identify their direction. Soon, Hermione was soaked with sweat under the hot summer sun, but the little girl didn't say a word of complaint, and followed Clark obediently.

Just when she felt her mouth dry, Clark, who was leading the way, stopped.

"Okay, here we are."

It was an open-air coffee shop on the street. It was the kind of small shop that can be seen everywhere on the streets of Paris. There were only three or four tables, and occasionally it also sold some desserts and cold drinks.

The coffee shop is run by an elderly couple who seem to be very old. The wife with inconvenient legs is in a wheelchair and is responsible for collecting money, while the husband is hobbling over the coffee.

At this moment, because of the weather, there are still many tourists like Clark who are tired from walking and want to stop and rest. Therefore, even if the old man moves slowly, the coffee still has to wait for a long time, and several tables with umbrellas are already full.

"Is this place full?" Hermione reminded in a low voice, pulling Clark's clothes.

However, Clark smiled, "Don't worry, they'll be gone in a while."

With that said, Clark took Hermione to the old man who made the coffee. At this time, he was about to use his skinny palms to lift a cup, but the already atrophied muscles were simply not enough to support his movement.

"This gentleman, let me come~www.readwn.com~ Clark greeted him, took the coffee from the old gentleman very naturally, and brought it to the guests sitting next to him. Hermione was also very Eyesight, following behind Clark, helping the old man make coffee.

With the addition of two young freshmen, the efficiency of the open-air coffee shop has risen a lot.

At the end, the old couple even sat on the side, watching Clark and Hermione, two free laborers, busy in the store, ordering, making coffee, serving coffee, and checking out, their mouths almost closed with laughter. Not close.

But the strange thing is that the guests sitting in the seats drinking coffee all drank the coffee in the cup as quickly as possible, regardless of the fact that the coffee was still very hot.

And when the guests who had finished drinking coffee hurriedly got up and left, there was a rush of people around, and the seats in the coffee shop were all vacant, but no new guests came to take their seats.

"Eh!"

Hermione just watched this small open-air cafe, on the crowded Champs-Élysées, becoming deserted and deserted.