Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

Even though the big fish had spent a lot of energy in the water, it was still very lively when it came out of the water, and almost jumped back from the net into the river.

As a veteran of fishing for many years, Dearborn would not let this happen.

"The force is loose and the force is released!" He pointed at the struggling and flapping big fish with his wand and cast a force-relieving spell.

The big fish that was uncontrollable a second ago calmed down in the blink of an eye.

Dearborn carried the fish back to the shore where the current was shallower, found a sharp-edged stone on the ground, and scratched the soft belly of the fish.

He had gone through this process of processing the internal organs of live fish countless times in the past ten years. Practice made him perfect, and he could clean up a big fish in no time.

"I have never had any talent for housework magic. I can only handle these tasks by myself. Over time, I will become familiar with them." He shook off the fish scales on his hands and said to Glenn, "In the beginning, I always didn't

Carefully scratch the fish gall, the smell... is really hard to describe."

As he spoke, he washed his hands in the river, broke off two branches of suitable thickness from a small tree nearby, sharpened them and inserted them into the body of the fish from both sides of the gills, fixing the whole fish in place.

Under his arrangement, Glenn brought back a lot of branches and dead wood suitable for firewood while handling fish, and built a pyramid shape with a pointed top and bottom section on a flat piece of grass.

Compared with Muggles' survival in the wilderness, the difficulty of survival for wizards is obviously much lower.

For example, if you were a Muggle, without matches, lighters or flints, you would have to rely on drilling wood to make fire.

It is normal for novices to see no fire even after drilling for an hour or two. Even experienced veterans will have to work hard to light a fire on a humid and rainy day.

Care must be taken to keep the fire from going out.

But the wizard has no such worries at all. He only needs to draw out his wand, point it at the pyre, and say one sentence -

"The flames are blazing!"

Of course, if you are good at silent spells, you can even omit the spell part.

The fire quickly started, and Dearborn also set up the prepared tilapia on the fire, and then transformed into a picnic table and two chairs with backrests.

Glenn also took out the box Dumbledore gave him again and placed the delicacies prepared by the house elves on the table.

Anyway, the fire has been lit, and it is also very convenient to heat meat such as steaks and roast chicken.

Then, under Dearborn's surprised eyes, he took out another bottle of Ogden Aged Fire Whiskey.

"Professor Dumbledore put this in the box specially. He said this is your favorite alcoholic drink. You must miss it very much after not having it for so many years."

"I didn't expect that Dumbledore would still remember such a small thing after so long." Dearborn took the wine bottle and gently touched the gold-plated decoration on the bottle, almost moved to tears.

Glenn waved his hand and conjured two classical cups, and added an ice puck to each cup.

If there is any liquor in the world that is best paired with ice cubes, it must be Firewhiskey.

This kind of spirit can give people a burning sensation like a fire, just like swallowing a fireball, burning all the way into the stomach. Coupled with the cold stimulation brought by ice cubes, it is like a combination of ice and fire.

The feeling of heaven.

Open the bottle cork lightly, and the amber liquid flows slowly, spinning and jumping in the frost-covered glass, gently wrapping the ice ball that is exuding a hint of coldness.

Although Dearborn couldn't wait, he didn't rush to raise the glass and drink it all. He just watched quietly as the ice ball melted little by little and dispersed in the glass.

Glenn turned over the grilled fish on the campfire that had begun to smell fragrant, and sprinkled it with a few pinches of fine salt and black pepper brought from the box.

This tilapia was quite plump. Under the heat of the flames, the fish's skin curled slightly, and there were even dripping oils, which fell on the red-burning firewood and turned into blue smoke with a "chi" sound.

The tongue of fire gently licks the fish body, and the oil, protein and carbohydrates in the fish meat are quietly undergoing a strange chemical reaction under the action of high temperature.

This is the famous Maillard reaction in the food industry.

It was almost time for the fusion of Firewhiskey and ice cubes. Dearborn raised his glass and touched it lightly with Glenn.

"Thank you for coming, and thank you Dumbledore for preparing the wine for me."

As he spoke, he brought the wine glass to his lips and took a big sip.

His Adam's apple slid up and down, and he frowned for a moment. It was obvious that his throat was burned by the strong liquor. This is also a common reaction that every fire whiskey taster will have.

His brows quickly widened, Dearborn opened his eyes, breathed out a breath of alcohol, and showed an obvious expression of enjoyment on his face.

"Is it still a familiar smell?" Glenn asked casually, threading a piece of steak on a wooden skewer and placing it on the campfire to heat together.

"It's exactly the same as in my memory!" Dearborn said with emotion, "This long-lost taste is really nostalgic."

Glenn looked at his sighing look and said with some regret: "It's a pity that the things I can bring are limited. I only prepared a bottle of fire whiskey for you. I'm afraid you won't be able to drink it for too long."

"Don't worry!" Dearborn waved his hand, "Now that you are here, it means that we will be able to leave this ghost place in a short time."

Glenn's eyes lit up and he couldn't wait to ask: "What do I need to do to break this seal?"

"Don't worry, I don't know the specific method. I still have to wait for Mr. Merlin to explain it to you personally."

Dearborn said, taking another sip of firewhiskey, and then stood up to check on the grilled fish on the bonfire.

The fish meat was fresh and tender, and it was quickly grilled to the right temperature. He gently lifted the branch and placed the whole grilled fish on the dinner plate handed over by Glenn.

With a wave of the knife and fork, the fish meat and the crispy fish skin are divided into small pieces of even size.

For wizards, using the Transfiguration Spell to turn branches into sets of dishes is the most basic operation. Even first- and second-year Hogwarts students can easily perform this difficult Transfiguration Spell.

Glenn took a piece of fish and gently put it into his mouth. The grilled fish was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It melted in your mouth and the oil remaining on the skin brought a mouthful of aroma.

Although there is only salt and pepper for seasoning, fresh ingredients often only require the simplest cooking methods. This is a gift from nature.

Thanks to Dearborn's experienced processing methods, coupled with the masking of the oil aroma and pepper, the fish meat has almost no fishy smell. In addition to the fresh and tender taste, it also has a faint sweetness.

In this natural environment, it really brings people a feeling that they have never experienced before.