A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

You will know if you can eat it or not by trying it. Everyone looked at Roger with curiosity.

The flesh of the basilisk is elastic and contains traces of magic power. As for snake venom, there is none.

Roger placed it on the table and waved his wand, turning it into flakes.

The slices of meat were as thin as cicada wings, as if they would fly away with just a slight blow. Looking at the window, one can clearly see the blood lines inside.

"Is it really edible?" Neville looked at several plates of meat slices, worried.

"It should be possible." There was a hint of doubt in Malfoy's tone, but he still said excitedly: "You won't know until you try it."

Their family originally had a business of illegally selling magical animals, providing magic materials to the wizarding world. As for using magical creatures as ingredients, it is relatively rare.

After all, most magical creatures don't look good or taste good. For example, things like trolls are so smelly that no one wants to cut them into pieces and put them in the pot.

More importantly, many magical creatures are highly intelligent, such as fish-men and centaurs. Eating them is considered equivalent to eating human flesh.

However, the basilisk, a creature that hatches from a rooster's egg, is an exception in itself. So when everyone heard Roger cooking it, no one objected.

The water in the crucible quickly bubbled, and Neville quickly put the jumping mushrooms in.

"The mushrooms are very fresh, just right for the bottom of the pot." Rogge waved his wand to stir the crucible, and the aroma of the mushrooms soon spread.

Everyone is full of anticipation and curiosity, eager to taste the flesh of this creature.

"We use the crucible to cook, won't we be caught by the school? If Professor Snape finds out..." Susan stared at the mushrooms tumbling in the crucible, with a trace of anxiety on her face.

"Don't be afraid, we are already on vacation."

"That's right, we are taking the train, the professor has nothing to do with us." Daphne took out a bowl from nowhere, holding a spoon and looking forward to it happily.

"How about we finally eat the meat of the basilisk?" Theodore was not afraid of the dean, but he was a little hesitant about the meat of the basilisk.

He looked at Hermione and asked for advice: "Vice President, do the books in the library record the smell of basilisks? Will eating them cause a rash?"

Hermione shook her head, "I guess it smells like chicken since it hatched from an egg."

"Don't worry, I've done the test and it's not poisonous at all." Rogge picked up the plate, and the others looked at him intently.

"Why don't you wait any longer."

"Hesitation will lead to defeat." Rogge said as he pushed the pieces of meat into the crucible, and they were quickly cooked in the boiling crucible.

At first, the scene in the crucible was one of fiery chaos. The jumping mushrooms tumbled in the hot soup, quietly releasing a fresh aroma, slowly becoming softer, and the soup began to become turbid. The whole crucible was filled with a faint fungus fragrance, which made people couldn't help but smell it several times.

When Rogge gently pushed the basilisk meat piece into the crucible, the whole scene changed. The meat slices slowly soaked in the hot soup and began to turn golden and crispy. The liquid in the crucible gradually became thicker, like liquid gold. The aroma of the basilisk meat spreads, mixed with the smell of fireworks, which is intoxicating.

At this time, the color of the food in the crucible is bright and attractive, the mushrooms become more tender and smooth, and the basilisk meat becomes golden and crispy. The whole scene is like a magic experiment, the aroma and color are intertwined, showing a delicious and tempting scene, which is mouth-watering.

Such special cooking makes everyone look forward to it. Rogge scooped up the pieces of meat. Although previous verification showed that the basilisk meat was safe, the unique cooking method in the crucible still made him hesitate.

"Wow, why does it smell so delicious? It turns out you are making food!" Marcus rushed in carelessly. When he saw the meat on the plate, he took it over without ceremony.

"Don't..." Hermione reminded hastily.

"Just a few pieces of meat? Miss Granger, don't be so stingy, I'll treat you to candy when school starts!" Marcus said, putting the meat into his mouth.

His lips were slightly hot, and the meat melted instantly on the tip of his tongue. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the delicious taste.

"It's delicious, but a little bland!" Marcus said and was about to fish it, but was stopped by Roger.

"What does it smell like?"

"Well...it's impossible to eat such a small amount of meat. Let me have another piece!" Marcus started to fish it out. Everyone looked at each other and did not stop him.

He scooped up half of it, and although his lips felt hot, he still ate it with gusto.

"It's delicious, so delicious! It tastes like chicken. But..." Marcus said and stuffed in another piece.

"But what?" Hermione picked up the quill and began to record Marcus's feelings.

"But it's very tough and has a good bite. Roger, what kind of meat is this? Are the mushrooms too chewy? I have to go home and tell my mother to buy some and cook it for me every day."

"Snake meat."

"What?" Marcus froze, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He turned his head and covered his mouth, trying to spit out what he had eaten. The British don't even eat animal offal, let alone things like snakes.

Marcus began to imagine those slippery creatures with triangular eyes and snake cores spitting out of their mouths. It was as if he had been attacked by a creature and his face turned pale.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"It's too fast." Rogge saw that Marcus was fine and started to eat.

He carefully tasted a mouthful of basilisk meat. As the meat slices entered his mouth, he felt a unique chicken flavor blooming on the tip of his tongue, but at the same time, it was also accompanied by some surprising chewiness.

This chewiness seems to be a deep impression, a strange and fascinating feeling.

The magic in the meat slices blooms in the mouth, activating all the taste buds instantly. The tender texture creates an interesting contrast with the slightly elastic mouthfeel.

Paired with the delicious mushroom soup, this unique flavor made him close his eyes and concentrate on feeling the wonderful taste.

The jumping mushroom soup base, the basilisk meat slices, and the cooking in the crucible really make for a delicious combination.

"It does taste like chicken, everyone hurry up." Seeing Rogge enjoying his meal, others started to try it too.

Daphne's eyes were shining. She couldn't wait to reach out with the spoon to the crucible, dive into the soup and pick up the hot mushrooms. She tasted them in small bites, with a happy smile on her face.

Others couldn't help but take a bite, their eyes narrowed because the delicious taste of the mushrooms made everyone intoxicated.

As the basilisk meat slices were cooked slowly, the soup in the crucible became thicker and richer, exuding an intoxicating aroma.

"Roger lied to you." Daphne saw that Marcus was hopeless, so she had no choice but to tell the truth.

"I knew it! Where can there be such a big snake!" When Marcus heard this, he instantly became energetic.

"It's not like snake meat, it's like basilisk meat." Neville had a large piece of mushroom stuffed in his mouth and his words were slurred.

"Basilisk?" Marcus blinked and fainted.

"The side effects of basilisk meat?" Hermione held the notebook and wondered whether to write it down.

"We're all fine. We must have scared ourselves." Malfoy nodded to the food and poured in the second plate of basilisk meat.