Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

"..."

Snape lowered his head and glanced at the half-baked snails, mushrooms, garlic, onion slices ... another look. Ai's face was thicker than the wall. Linna closed her eyes and took a deep breath, pressing down her heart. Rising fire.

He finally felt eye-opening. If nothing else, he should have met a student of the "genius" in the history of potions-did she really think it was a matter of configuring potions and cooking food? !

"Excellent! Very good!"

Snape narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Elena like an irritated snake, and his voice seemed to float out of the ice cellar, making him unable to shake.

In an instant, the entire classroom fell into a dead silence.

"There is no doubt ... I admit that the previous classroom rules are indeed somewhat sloppy ..."

Snape spoke slowly, but his voice was not loud, but there was a terrifying horror.

"After that, I will sort out a more detailed classroom discipline. For example, it is strictly forbidden to play with fire, knives, or potion materials in the potion class."

As he said, Snape turned around and swept his eyes in the quiet classroom, focusing on Albert Crew and El Disia, and satisfied all the little wizards. After nodding cleverly, she returned her gaze back to Elena-now, it's left ...

Ok? !

Snape's eyes twitched, and the green muscles on his forehead burst slightly.

It turned out that while he turned around to speak, Elena took out the large skewers of all kinds in her hand and placed them on the fire, rolling back and forth carefully, flaming her tongue over the surface of the skewers. , The more intense aromas slowly spread out in the classroom.

Compared to the French-style baked snails that were previously covered with a strong cheese aroma, this time, the scent roasted on the protein with the simplest fat is more likely to cause hunger-if you want to make an analogy, this It is more intoxicating than charcoal grilled scallops.

Not to mention, the mixed aroma of roasted mushrooms, roasted garlic, and roasted onion slices wafts in the air. Even if it is just inhaled into the nose, the wizards will begin to secrete saliva unconsciously.

Guru ~

Grunt ~ Grunt ~

A burst of bellowing bellows sounded in the classroom, like a frog field under a summer night.

After a busy morning, the little wizards who were already in the stage of physical development were already hungry. Everyone stared at Elena, and she swallowed frantically with every flip of the girl.

Even Snape felt a sour hunger in his abdomen, but with his extraordinary willpower and the bottom of the six cheese baked snails before, he didn't show the embarrassment of making people laugh.

"I say……"

Snape stared at Elena fiercely, saying one word at a time, the sound as if it was squeezed out from between the teeth, the feeling of making people feel hairy with the saw blade scratching the iron plate.

"Magic, medicine, class, class, ban, stop, play, fire!"

"But, but ... Professor Snape. I have already processed half of these skewers, can't they be discarded halfway?"

Feeling the near-substantial murderousness in front of him, the little hair on Elena's head counselled in fear, but her body turned out subconsciously, protecting the skewers in front of her, and carefully explained.

"Furthermore, you also said before that you can't waste food ... potions. And, I don't think it's completely unrelated to potions class, at least ... I use porcupine thorns in the cabinet for the barbecue sign."

"Porcupine thorn? Used as a meat picker ?!"

Hearing Elena's words, Snape turned her head and glanced at the potion locker that was opened when she didn't know when. Then she noticed what the dark meatballs were in Elena's hands and couldn't help laughing.

There is no doubt that the fired porcupine thorn cannot be used as a potion afterwards.

That is to say, this greedy little guy has just laid a pile of potion materials left in the classroom for roasting snails ... even if it is not worth much, but that is the last thing left after the whole potion classroom is looted Something.

"That ... Professor Snape, listen to my explanation. First of all, the porcupine thorn was originally the potion material that we originally planned to use in this lesson. If it is not used, it is purely wasted. So I just Try to find ways to make use of them. "

"Furthermore, grilling is the most tempering behavior of people's temperature control-think about it, what can be easier to grasp the subtle sense of time and distance than facing the flames?"

He raised his head and glanced at Severus, whose face had almost fallen to freezing point. Hungry Snape.

It seemed that he had accidentally skinned a little, and got angry with Professor Snape-but, in front of food, dignity, such an inedible thing, naturally had no place.

Elena put out her tongue in fear, and looked down slightly at the grilled skewers in her hand. She bravely put another layer of oil on the roasted snails and mushrooms and sprinkled a little black. Pepper powder, gently sniffed, and continued to whisper.

"And, even if you want to deduct points, or confinement, can you wait for me to roast them. I'm really hungry, I didn't eat any of the plate of cheese baked snails.

Huh, uh, uh ... the plate of cheese baked snails?

Snape's face stiffened, and he didn't even have to look back to feel the strange eyes of the little guys behind him.

"I said, that's because ..."

Snape frowned and waved his hand a little rashly.

"I didn't eat any of them." Elena pouted, and whispered.

The sound is not loud enough to be heard by everyone in the quiet classroom.

"The problem now is not the snail, but you shouldn't ..." Snape's lips shuddered, if not because it was his student, he even had the heart to cast the spell.

"I didn't eat any of them."

Ai repeating Ji Linna pouted, repeated again, silently flipping the skewers in her hand and sprinkling some salt.

"None of them."

"..."

"None of them."

"..."

"None of them ..."

"Okay! Only this time, you go to bake quietly! Okay?"

Snape's indifferent face finally appeared, and there was a trace of impatient shame.

"Hmm, I must be obedient." The approved Elena's eyes lit up, nodded quickly, raised her paws and swear, licked her lips excitedly, and immediately withdrew from the state of repeating Ji.

Humph!

Wait for a while to clean up this little guy-now deal with the lazy first-year freshmen.

Snape turned around, not looking at the nasty greedy little guy, looking at the group of smiling wizards behind him, squinted slightly, and snorted heavily.

"What's going on ?! Did I stop you guys, don't forget to turn in your work ten minutes before class and put it in the oven-then, UU reading books www.uukanshu.com each of you need to finish your work , One is not left! "

With the reprimand of the potion class professor, everyone in the classroom suddenly looked down, obediently lowered his head and continued to follow the steps of the parchment on the podium to prepare the French baked snails.

After going around the classroom again, Snape walked slowly to Elena.

"Wait, Miss Caslana ..."

Snape patted the girl's shoulder lightly, staring blankly at the roasted mushroom holding the scented, silver-haired witch who was about to choke, pulled out his wand and knocked thoughtfully in his hand, said softly .

"I just said that allowing you to complete the roasting process does not allow you to eat in class."

"Hey? What do you mean ..." Elena blinked, always feeling something was wrong.

Before waiting for Elena to respond, I saw that the middle-aged half-blood prince waved his wand lightly, and said softly indifferently.

"Clean it up."

At the next moment, Elena was left with a bare porcupine thorn.

"what?"

The mixed-race little Meiwa stared blankly at the porcupine thorn in her hand, and the expression on her face gradually changed from excitement to dullness, then from dullness to irritability.

"Huh huh huh huh? !!! rua!"

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rua ~

Chapter 2 ~ Adding and changing is complete ~! This is the chapter that I owed yesterday.

Zhang said that the blasting plan is continuing!

It is still five hundred chapters to say Gagen-it seems that there is still a chapter of 245 Gagan ~

I always feel that something seems wrong ~

Continue to code words ~

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