This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The small lake in the Forbidden Forest was full of students, and the two largest groups had no objections at all.

As long as the horse people's territory is not violated, they can tolerate two days and one night.

The Acromantula has encountered many natural enemies recently. Many unborn spider eggs have been eaten, and the search for the source will be forced back by fire.

"Are you talking about that group of wizards?" Aragog's chelicerae in the lair kept opening and closing.

Of course Hagrid had ordered not to go out these two days, but he didn't expect that the reason was that nearly a thousand students came over for an outing.

Living people, fresh and young living people.

Mossag's eight big eyes moved as if he was thinking about something.

The two of them have almost zero constraints on their heirs.

On Halloween, it was the leader of one of the regions who was hit by the Imperius Curse, and that's why he rushed to the castle in a mighty manner.

But that's only one eighth.

My heart is racing, and the weird firearms in the hands of a certain little wizard are not easy to solve.

Animals are afraid of fire, and magical creatures are no exception.

The adult Acromantula has a shell, and the outside is densely covered with hair.

Once the fire is going down, there is no need to support the flames.

Fortunately, there were no casualties, otherwise their offspring would have been unable to bear it.

“I’m old, Mossag.

The children can do whatever they want, and we can’t control them anyway. "

Adult Acromantulas can reach up to fifteen feet in length.

As carnivorous creatures, they will even eat their own dead.

This fire comes every three to five and lasts for a year and a half, so cannibalism is probably about to happen.

"The children will attack those wizards."

Aragog raised his big head slightly, then lowered it as if expressing sorrow.

“They are wizards, beings who stand at the top of the magical world.

I'm grateful to Hagrid for bringing me here, but we will never defeat them. "

Its chelicerae stopped swinging, "Maybe after my death, the children will one after another become the tools they keep in captivity."

Mossag's eight legs curled up slightly, and his voice trembled with fear: "That person - that person has only ever taken advantage of species like ours."

If they had to take sides, both of them would definitely side with Hagrid.

But their descendants are hard to say.

Just promising to eat living people...

"It's okay to let the children hit the wall." Aragog's big body fell to the ground and straightened all his legs.

"I can neither stop our reproductive nature nor our cruel character."

"Everything will be fine." Mosag turned around and walked out of the cave.

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Since we are surviving in the wild, of course we will not prepare lunch in advance.

With the combined efforts of hundreds of house elves, all the ingredients were piled together to form a thirty-foot-high hill.

When the professors took them back equally, the students all became excited.

"We will set off on time at three o'clock in the afternoon. We will rest on the mountain next to the Forbidden Forest in the evening!"

Hufflepuff students became the most popular.

On the professors' side was Sprout.

"Control the knife gently and don't use too much force."

Under the control of her magic power, all the ingredients were processed.

The students nearby immediately followed suit.

What can you do if you know magic?

Food cannot appear out of thin air.

Even though there are many spells that can automatically make delicious food, it is still too difficult for students who have not graduated.

What's more, the taste isn't very good.

Precise and delicate mana control is the first point;

A focused and serious attitude is the second point;

The third and most important point is timing.

"To ensure the best taste of food, I recommend using less repair spells."

Sprout puts the blanched beef cubes and potatoes into the pot, plus onions, carrots and other ingredients.

Flitwick operated in an orderly manner, even much more smoothly than she did.

Turn on high heat for fifteen minutes, then simmer on low heat for half an hour.

But the works they presented were worlds apart.

The royal food taster "missed", and Vincent, as a substitute, took a small bite of everything under the eyes of countless envious eyes.

Flitwick's was pleasing to the eye, but the beef stew made with potatoes had a strong industrial flavor.

The food he cooked with magic looked very much like the product of an assembly line in a factory.

Sprout's was different.

It was a goulash with soul, and Vincent could feel the emotion she put into it.

A passing mark and a perfect mark.

"Tch, what's the big deal -" Brace underneath was using fire all the time.

The ingredients in the stew pot were in weird shapes and the seasoning was messy.

When the time was up, he pointed his wand upward.

As soon as the pot lid opened a crack, the extremely rich smell of burnt lake surged out.

Let alone eating this thing, it is not even worth restoring with a repair spell.

"Wow~ Zabini made a pot of shit~"

The twins pinched their noses and leaned forward, then stepped back in disgust.

"Fred, even ghosts wouldn't like to smell this food."

"George, this is not some kind of food."

Blaise, whose face turned red for a while, scratched his head, "I don't need the skill of cooking at all!

If I want to eat something, just open my mouth and the finished product will be delivered to me! "

"Then what are you waiting for?" The twins ran back with a smile.

This is the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, and it takes an owl to go back and forth at night.

There was a house elf at Draco's house, but it was almost three o'clock when it was delivered.

what to do?

Let's have some snacks first.

Brace learned the wiser the second time and kept it simmering the entire time.

But the stew pot was filled to the brim, and all the ingredients were squeezed into a ball.

Still a familiar color, still a familiar taste.

Draco stared proudly at his shaking stew pot.

He did not cook beef stew with potatoes, but rather confidently chose mutton that had not had the mutton removed.

Almost one-third of the entire pot was filled with rosemary.

It seems that in his mind, as long as the fragrance is strong enough, it can cover up all weird smells.

The result...

Draco, who had just vomited, took one bite and then vomited it out again.

Of course, these two failures are just isolated cases.

Most of what the students cook is edible.

It’s nothing more than a matter of taste.

Hufflepuff is generally above the standard, and many students shamelessly go there to take advantage of it.

The most conspicuous among them is a chubby owl.

"Cuckoo is coming -" Vincent's ruthless iron hand caught it.

"Those are too hot, you need some of this."

This vegetable salad made of tomatoes, lettuce, corn, etc. is Gugu’s long-awaited lunch today.

"Eat it, it's all cold."

Gugu kicked her paws and turned her back to him.

Vincent grabbed it again, "After eating this, will I take you to find the little field mouse at night?"

"Goo!"

"Who am I? I will never regret it!"

"Goo!"

"Okay, okay, whoever regrets it is a puppy."

Gugu stood in front of the vegetable salad again and picked up a small piece of lettuce.

No oil, no salt, not even salad dressing.

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