Hogwarts Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach

As night falls, Hogwarts has returned to its former tranquility. The moonlight shines on the corridors of Hogwarts, reflecting blurry but real shadows on the ground through the glass.

However...the silence and darkness disappeared without a trace in the utility room. The lights were brightly lit in the utility room, and there was even a little heat coming out.

"Hey hey hey..." The boy whose face he couldn't see clearly made an unknown voice. There was a large crucible in front of him, and under the crucible was a burning alcohol lamp.

"Jie Jie Jie..." The boy's laughter was particularly sharp and terrifying, startling Xiu Xiu who had just entered the utility room.

"Oh?" The young man heard Xiu Xiu's voice. He slowly turned around and tilted his head to look at Xiu Xiu: "Mane, are you here?"

"Did you...bring the stuff?"

"Woo... Wuwu..." Mane took a few steps back, seemingly frightened by Carlos's actions, but after thinking about it, she slowly handed the thing in her hand to Carlos.

"Good job..." Carlos nodded lightly, "I'll let you go tonight..."

Carlos said, turning around and continuing to look at the crucible in front of him. The black crucible was filled with brown liquid, which was boiling with the flames.

The sound of "Gululu" accompanied by rolling bubbles vividly portrays Carlos as a dangerous dark wizard who is researching black potions.

"Next, put in the cumin... and salt..." Carlos picked out a few small bottles from the bottles and jars that Mane brought.

"That should be these, right?" He looked at Mane and asked, "Did those house elves tell you?"

"Woooo!" Mane nodded, then put the silver fork in his pocket away.

"Uh-huh..." Carlos nodded clearly, then grabbed the bottle and poured a large handful of salt into the pot.

Well, it should be salt, right?

Looking at the brown powder, Carlos nodded slightly, then grabbed the white cumin, shook it, and added a large handful to the pot.

"Cumin makes food taste better!" Carlos explained to Mane as he put it away.

Today was still a day of confinement, and Carlos had to continue cleaning the utility room... This made his already bad mood even worse today.

First, he was criticized by Grandma Tina’s letter in the morning...and then in the afternoon flying lesson, Carlos showed off his "powerful" broomstick skills...

Fortunately, he didn't like Quidditch to begin with.

After experiencing multiple blows throughout the day, Carlos thought about it and picked up his cauldron when he came to the utility room.

Since there is no fun...then find some fun yourself.

Carlos was ready to give the cookbook a try.

"The brown one must be cumin, and the white one must be salt..." Carlos looked at the Sweet and Sour Pork page and nodded: "Look, it has so much salt, and only a little bit of sugar. "

"Woooo?"

"Yes, it's really magical!" Carlos nodded and agreed with Mane's statement: "You only need a little sugar to turn the sweet and sour pork into a sweet!"

“Great food!”

With that said, Carlos grabbed another handful of salt and sprinkled it in.

Of course, the salt he sprinkled wasn't even salt.

"What are the next steps..." Carlos frowned as he looked at the recipe. Next... the person in the picture held a big shovel and stir-fried vigorously in the pot...

"What is this?"

Carlos asked, pointing to the shovel.

"Woo!" Mane nodded immediately: "Woo, woo, woo."

"You said you saw it in the kitchen?" Carlos was a little surprised: "Then go and borrow it."

"Woo!" Mane nodded, then stood up and ran out.

Well done...sometimes it pays to have a Niffler.

Carlos nodded slightly, then covered the Galleons in his pocket.

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"Pap, tap..." Snape, who was dressed in black robes, walked slowly in the corridor. He had just finished refining his potion. Now, he wanted to be alone in the corridor of Hogwarts. Take a nice walk.

Since becoming a professor, he feels that his hair has turned gray, especially since the recent arrival of Mr. Pote...

Snape felt like he couldn't sleep well, his brows were furrowed as he thought about how to deal with the boy...

Oh, Severus, you have to learn to relax...relax...you shouldn't be thinking about that Mr. Bad guy right now...

Snape nodded, then showed a relieved expression.

Hogwarts is so nice at night...there are no annoying children or noisy people.

Even the air is filled with the smell of cumin...

"Huh..." He took a long breath and felt the unique smell of Hogwarts at night.

Wait... cumin?

The more Snape smelled it, the more he felt something was wrong. How could it smell like this so late at night?

Is it possible that some little wizard is brave enough to cook outside?

Snape immediately frowned, and his nose twisted slightly as he searched for the smell, which was getting stronger and stronger...

He followed the smell step by step to the outside of the utility room.

It should be here... Snape frowned... Looking at the "Utility Room" sign hanging outside the door, Snape instantly had a bad feeling.

He knew that this place should have been cleaned by Mr. Emmanuel...

He inhaled gently again, and as expected, he smelled something burning.

Damn it, wasn't there a fire in the utility room?Isn’t that damn Emmanuel still in there?

Thinking that there might be a boy inside, Snape immediately rushed in with his wand raised.

"Ah!" Carlos was startled when Snape burst into the door. Not long after Mane left, Carlos was filling the cauldron with discarded tables and chairs in the utility room.

As a result, Snape rushed in immediately.

"You..." Snape looked at the boy and the cauldron in front of him for a moment, "Are you brewing a potion?"

Involuntarily, Snape actually had such a ridiculous idea. He could still see it at the beginning... The boy in front of him was very interested in the crucible.

"Uh..." Carlos was stunned when he saw Snape. He didn't react until he heard Snape's question. He nodded quickly and said, "Yes, I'm just brewing the potion."

"Hmph..." Snape pursed his lips slightly and nodded: "Mr. Emmanuel, you have to know that potions must be brewed in a professional venue first..."

"But given your studious spirit..." Snape didn't say any more, but the meaning was obvious.

He slowly approached Carlos, then looked at the "potion" stirring in the pot and nodded.

"Polyjuice potion, right?" Snape asked slowly. The thick brown liquid should be polyjuice potion... Snape did not expect that a student as young as Carlos could actually learn this kind of work.

"Whose hair did you use?"

"Um...I..." Carlos thought for a while and was ready to explain, so as not to really let Professor Snape misunderstand.

"Is it yours?" Snape nodded after hearing this, then raised his head and looked at Carlos with his chin and said, "If it is your hair...then this pot of potion should indeed look like this."

Be aware that the appearance of Polyjuice Potion is closely related to whose hair is put into it.

Looking at Carlos who was still in a daze, Snape immediately frowned: "What are you still looking at? Get the potion out quickly!"

"Didn't you realize that the potion is almost gone?"

Ahem, actually this thing is called juice collection...

But Carlos looked at Snape's appearance and swallowed what he wanted to say for a moment.

"You don't even have a bottle, do you?" Snape frowned and said, "Hufflepuff gets three points..."

As he spoke, he took out a small bottle from his arms. Fortunately, he had just brewed the potion, otherwise, he would have wasted a pot of potion.

Carlos took the bottle in shock, and then slowly poured the sweet and sour wine he had made into it.

Snape took the potion from Carlos's hand, then held it up to his eyes and looked at it carefully.

"There's too much powder on the bicorn's horn," Snape said, "The color is too dark..."

Probably too much vinegar.

"Then there's the liquid weed. Didn't you use the full moon one?" Snape looked at Carlos and said, "The smell is too strong, and it also smells of cumin."

"Ahem..." Carlos coughed a few times. He must have put too much cumin...

Finally, Snape nodded, "But overall it's not bad... Have you ever learned potions at home?" With that, Snape opened the bottle, and then slowly dipped a drop into his hand.

"Professor!" Carlos quickly stopped Snape. He didn't want Snape to drink it. If he had tasted it, he would definitely know that this was not Polyjuice Potion.

"Hmph..." Snape snorted coldly. He didn't expect the boy in front of him to be so stingy...

Since you are stingy, I will try it.

Not content with a little potion, Snape raised the bottle slightly and poured some more into the small cup.

"No...no..." Carlos's voice became smaller and smaller. He watched Snape drink the potion into his stomach...

"Ahem..." Snape coughed hard. He didn't expect that the quality of the oozing grass this boy put was so poor...

The taste of cumin was even a bit harsh... but the taste... Snape suddenly realized something. The taste of this potion did not taste like Polyjuice...

Then there is a sour taste...and then a salty taste...

This salty taste...

"Cough cough cough cough..." Snape's coughing became more violent, and finally he realized what was wrong.

"Fluorescence!" He gritted his teeth and waved the wand. In an instant, the light of the wand illuminated the entire utility room.

Incidentally, it also illuminated a pile of spice bottles behind Carlos...

"Cough, you..."

"Woo?" came the voice of Sniff, and Snape turned his head and saw the annoying Sniff.

In its hand, it held a spatula.

"Hufflepuff gets a deduction of one...ahem, a hundred points!"