Hogwarts Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach

"Hmm..." Carlos looked at Nicoléme in thought. He didn't know...whether cooking with magical animals was considered...well, a magic potion.

"It seems like you have a lot of questions..." Nicoléme's voice was hoarse and he coughed: "Maybe we should stay until after the meal?"

"Yeah." Carlos nodded quickly. He felt that talking about magical cooking in front of Nicoléme... was always weird, especially with Newt still around. Carlos didn't know if Newt agreed with his idea. .

Looking at Nicoléme who was chatting with Newt again, Carlos nodded slightly and focused on eating. Lunch was very simple, it seemed because Tina left the roasted chicken and other things until the evening.

After all, the best part of Christmas is the dinner party.

Not long after eating, Carlos, as a child, was full, mainly because he was still thinking about magical cooking. Carlos brought back some eight-eyed spider cubs, and he was going to make a complete meal during Christmas The right recipe for spider soup that's responsive but not sluggish.

Well, Ron came up with the name, claiming that in countless comics, things with longer names tend to be more powerful.

"For example, Albus Dumbledore!" Ron said: "His name is longer than Voldemort!"

I have to say that Ron's argument makes some sense.

"I'm done eating." With that, Carlos jumped off the dining table, then took his cooking manual and ran to his room on the second floor.

He is going to cook again and then organize and perfect these processes.

"First, Aconitum and Datura...five ounces each is best..." Carlos took out these materials from Mane's belly pocket, and then took out a small scale for measurement.

These are the most suitable amounts that Carlos has come up with over a month. They will neither give the user a headache due to thinking too fast, nor will the effect be too small and only last for a few seconds.

Carlos expertly put datura and aconite into the crucible.

"Then three hundred grams of water..." Carlos took down the cup from the table. If he remembered correctly... the capacity of this cup is three hundred grams.

There happens to be a full glass of water inside...even though I picked it up last night, it's okay.

"Tons, tons, tons." Along with the sound of water waves, the small crucible was filled.

Seeing that the water surface had met the requirements, Carlos nodded slightly, then took out his wand and flicked it at the cooking manual.

"The eight-eyed spider is coming!"

A mini eight-eyed spider was held in Carlos's hand. Carlos had taken care of this eight-eyed spider. After all... he didn't want to take the eight-eyed spider to his house and kill it... that would be a bit cruel.

Well, cruelty is to other magical animals.

Mane is not afraid at all. He is eagerly waiting to drink the quick-responsive but not slow spider soup.

"Isn't this thing addictive?" Carlos muttered and put the eight-eyed spider into the soup, but neither he nor Professor Rozier felt addicted...

As the eight-eyed spider was put into the crucible, Carlos opened the curtains and took the crucible to the edge of the bed.

"Fire is blazing." He whispered the magic spell. Ever since the lizard hibernated in winter, Carlos felt that he had to learn this spell.

After practicing for a month, Carlos was still not very proficient in casting spells.

For example, there is no flame appearing now. On the contrary, only a string of black smoke appears...

"Merlin bless you..." Carlos muttered and waved the magic spell again: "The flames are blazing!"

This time it seemed that his posture was right, a spark erupted from the tip of the wand, and then ignited some dry grass under the cauldron.

"Succeeded..." Carlos nodded slightly and wrote all these contents in his notes.

"There seems to be no requirement for the heat..." Carlos muttered, "As long as it is boiled, the spider essence can be eaten, and there will be no problem..."

"Gudong dong." It didn't take long for the crucible to get hot. It exuded temperature and then vibrated slowly. It was obvious that the soup inside was almost good.

Carlos put his nose to it and smelled it, "Hmm~" Carlos smelled the familiar disgusting smell... This meant that this bowl of spider... this bowl of spider soup that was agile, fast and non-sluggish was ready.

Carlos smelled the smell of success again...

"Ugh..." He retched and shook his head, but still stopped smelling.

As Carlos poured the last bit of soup into the small bottle, the bottle of magic soup was completed.

"And then..."

"Ahem." Suddenly, Carlos heard a cough. He was stunned for a moment, and then turned his head and saw a smiling Nicoléme.

"Mr. Flamel!" Carlos subconsciously took a few steps back to block the crucible, but he accidentally leaned on the crucible, causing the crucible to fall directly from the edge of the bed.

"Cack!" The falling crucible accurately hit a young poison horned beast that was basking in the sun in the yard, causing the beast to flip over.

"Ahem, sorry, sorry..." Carlos muttered an apology, but the smile on Nicoléme's face became even bigger.

He smiled and approached Carlos and said, "What an interesting thing... Carlos, can you show it to me?"

Carlos was silent for a few seconds, and then handed his small bottle to Nicole Flamel with a bit of embarrassment.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Nicoléme looked at the bottle and couldn't help but smacked his lips: "C'estmagnifique (so beautiful)" He even said a sentence in French.

"Monsieur Flamel?"

Hearing Carlos's voice, Nicoléme calmed down and said excitedly: "This is a discovery that has never been made before, even if it is used..." At this point, his eyes glanced at Manet, He paused and then said: "Even with magical animals..."

"You mean..." Carlos was also stunned. He was surprised by Nicoléme's comment.

"That's right..." Nicoléme gently touched Carlos' curly hair with his skinny hands: "This is a great discovery."

"Carlos... maybe you have a talent for alchemy."

"This is not alchemy." Carlos shook his head: "I didn't use metal."

"Oh...child." Nicoléme laughed: "It's not just using metal that counts as alchemy..."

"I call this magic cooking." Carlos thought for a moment and said.

"Magic cooking?" Nicoléme nodded slightly: "That's quite appropriate..." He said and slowly sat on Carlos's chair. With the sound of crisp bones, he leaned back on the chair.

"To be honest, I usually don't accept apprentices..." Nicoléme looked at Carlos and said with a chuckle: "But you, I think you are very good!"

"But..." Carlos was stunned for a moment. He instinctively wanted to agree, but... rather than an alchemist, he wanted to become a magical animal conservationist like Grandpa Newt...

But magic cooking is also very interesting...especially the feeling of the unknown...While Carlos was hesitating, Nicolas Flamel smiled and spoke.

"Alright alright."

Nicoléme seemed to see Carlos' embarrassment. He nodded slightly and said, "It doesn't matter even if you are reluctant. If you have any questions, you can ask me..."

"I'll be happy to answer."