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 pays more attention to dining etiquette.

But when Clark picked out the snail meat with a fork and stuffed it into his mouth with the 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 red wine baked snails in French cuisine.

Compared with the crunchy chewiness of snail meat, the texture of snail meat should be softer, smoother and juicier.

However, the red wine baked snails that Clark ate had the taste of the snail meat itself, but also had a glutinous toughness. It felt 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 a waiter came to him immediately.

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

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

"Hello, sir, the snail baked in French red wine that you ate is made of a unique local magical animal - the big snail. It is relatively large in size, and in terms of meat quality, it combines the taste of snail meat and beef..."

It seems that there are many diners who feel strange like Clark every day. The waiter explained it very smoothly, and he knows the situation of this dish very well. Not only did he introduce the recipe of this dish, but he also told them about the origin of this magical animal, the big snail "cow".

Listening to the waiter's introduction, Clark also felt that these French people really had a way of researching food, and even integrated magic into 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 integrates magic and food.

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

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

According to the waiter brother, in the magic food industry in France, top gourmet wizards can even make magic dishes comparable to top potions. Although he has never eaten it, he heard some colleagues who serve high-end restaurants say,

It is a glowing dish that really makes people feel happy.

On the other hand, after Hermione tasted the herb grouse, she couldn't help asking: "Excuse me, what about my grilled chicken? It has a very strong fragrance of pine nuts in it, and it's also delicious." The taste of some mushrooms is really delicious."

The waiter 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 taste of the chicken was a bit different, it was indeed a chicken dish both in terms of texture and appearance. Why did it become a vegetarian dish? Woolen cloth?

When Clark heard this, he didn't react too much. In China, where he lived in his previous life, there were also some vegetarian dishes that could make vegetarian dishes 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 magic plant. Because this magic plant is somewhat similar to our common pine tree, and the fruit it bears is shaped like a chicken, and it also has the fragrance of pine nuts and The taste of matsutake, so it is called grouse."

I see!

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

The delicious food was presented one by one, and one after another was withdrawn.

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 pocket, looked at it, and then chose a direction, "Come on, the sun is too big, let's find a place to sit."

The two turned around on the wide Champs-Elysees Avenue, stopping from time to time to identify the direction. Soon, Hermione's back was soaked in sweat under the scorching summer sun, but the little girl didn't say a word of complaint, and obediently followed behind Clark.

Just as she felt her mouth dry, Clark, who was leading the way, stopped in her tracks.

"Okay, here we are."

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

The coffee shop is run by an old couple who seem to be very old. The wife with handicapped legs sits in a wheelchair and is responsible for collecting money, while the husband hobbles and makes coffee.

Due to the weather at this moment, there are still many tourists like Clark and the others who are tired and want to stop and take a rest. Therefore, even if the old man moves slowly, the coffee still needs to wait for a long time, and the few tables with parasols are already full.

"Is this place full of people?" Hermione reminded in a low voice, tugging at Clark's clothes.

However, Clark smiled, "Don't worry, they will leave in a while."

As he spoke, Clark brought Hermione to the old man making coffee. At this moment, he was about to hold a cup with his skinny palm, but his atrophied muscles were simply not enough to support his movements.

"Sir, let me do it."

Clark greeted him, took the coffee from the old gentleman's hand very naturally, and served it to the guests sitting beside him. At this time, Hermione was also very discerning, following Clark's example, helping the old man make coffee.

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

In the end, the old couple even sat aside, watching Clark and Hermione, the two free laborers, busy in the store, ordering, making coffee, serving coffee, and paying the bill, smiling so much that their mouths almost closed Not close anymore.

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

And when the customers who had finished their coffee got up and left in a hurry, it was clear that there was a lot of people around and the seats in the coffee shop were all vacant, but no new customers came to sit down.

"Eh!"

Hermione just watched helplessly as this small open-air cafe became deserted on the crowded Champs-Elysées Avenue.