[Comprehensive] There is a small beggar among us

The auditorium presents traditional Russian cuisine, piles of traditional small pancakes, salty eulogies such as zucchini, pig or beef liver, and Bollinger cakes of various shapes.

Sewell took the caviar for himself to taste, but he didn't like the taste, and he didn't like the pancakes either, so he finally gave up and continued eating, curling his lips.

As a result of not eating much, his stomach started to growl before going to bed at night. After Draco laughed at him, he asked the house elf to bring a glass of milk, and Sewell drank the milk , went to rinse his mouth again, and finally climbed onto the bed.

Draco was already on the bed, reading a book in his hand, when Sewell got under the covers, he felt surrounded by the scent of Draco, he sniffed and closed his mouth Eye.

"Did you really study hard?" Draco sighed, turned off the light, and lay down to sleep.

Sewell sleeps very lightly, and is very easy to wake up in the middle of the night. He wakes up every night, wakes up and continues to sleep, tossing and tossing three or four times, and this is the first time he sleeps on a new bed. Reach out to touch Draco next to him, or stretch out your feet to feel the warm temperature next to him, and then fall asleep again.

Although Draco's sleep quality is very good, he is very alert. He wakes up early when he is touched by someone, but his brother who is not worried always touches him and then continues to sleep. He watched That face, which was soundly asleep, couldn't even get angry.

After being knocked awake again, Draco angrily stretched out his hand to wrap Seville in his arms. He tried very hard like revenge, but Sewell snorted contentedly, grabbed his arm and continued to sleep.

"Like an unweaned child—" Draco couldn't help muttering, and finally fell asleep in this position.

Sewell not only slept lightly, but also for a short time. When he woke up in the morning, it was less than five o'clock. He found himself nestled in Draco's arms, and the two hugged each other tightly.

He felt that his face was red again, Sewell let go of Draco gently, and then slowly broke away from the other's arms, Draco was sleeping soundly, Sewell broke free completely and only frowned , did not wake up.

Sewell heaved a sigh of relief, went to the bathroom to wash his face, brushed his teeth, changed his clothes and went out.

It was still dark at this time, and Durmstrang's lights were not turned on, and the ceiling, which used to be a light source, was also pitch black.

"lumos (fluorescent flashes)—" He held the wand in his right hand to illuminate, and touched his empty stomach with his left hand. He didn't eat much last night, and now he was dying of hunger.He went around to the third floor first, and found that the bar and coffee shop were not open, and then ran to the lobby, not surprisingly, he found that breakfast hadn't been served yet.

Sewell sighed and came to the notice board at the back of the hall, and began to look on the map to see if there was any place to forage, and then happily found the location of the kitchen.

Unlike Hogwarts where the kitchen is a secret, Durmstrang's kitchen is just below the hall, directly down the stairs.The kitchen was clean, with a high ceiling and bright white lights. Countless wooden barrels were piled up at one end of the kitchen, and hundreds of house elves were working in full swing.

Probably because some students came here often, the house elf was not excited to see him, an elf with a long beard on his chin appeared in front of him with a "boom" and bowed deeply: " Hello, sir, is there anything I can do for you?"

Sewell quickly glanced around, then pointed to a turkey that had just been slaughtered and was being bled: "I want one of these."

A plate of roasted turkey appeared in the house elf's hand: "This sir?"

"No, no, that one is fine. Just give it to me when you go to Maosheng. Just put it in a bag and take it away. Well, I want some seasoning, and give me two lotus leaves."

The elf looked puzzled, but didn't question it, and quickly packed what he needed into a bag and sent it to Sewell.

"A Galleon." The house-elf lowered his head. This custom had been going on for decades, but every time he asked a wizard for money, he felt very guilty.

Sewell fished a Galleon from his pocket, handed it to him, and left the kitchen with the bag.

When he felt that it was difficult for him to get used to Russian food yesterday, he thought about making some by himself. The first one to bear the brunt was naturally the beggar's chicken. When he was playing games back then, he had to do this school task every day.

"Smear the depilated and washed steamed chicken with spices, fill the abdominal cavity with shiitake mushrooms, wrap it with lotus leaves, and then spread it with nitu, put it in the fire and bake it. The fire is burned until the soil is hard, and then the fire is simmered, and this is repeated three times."

Sewell walked out of the castle while carrying the cookbook.

The wind and snow outside the castle was still very strong, and the snowflakes blew on Sewell's face and quickly turned into water.

He wiped the water that covered his face, sighed, and held the bag containing the chicken in his right hand. With a push on his leg, he flew up like a kite.

Sewell wanted to find a leeward place where he could start a fire, and it would be better if he could find a little bit of earth that was not frozen hard, or some water.

After flying in the sky for about ten minutes, Sewell found a valley. The three sides of the valley were surrounded by mountain peaks, which blocked the wind and snow. In the middle was a quite large lake, which was not frozen.Sewell fell to the side of the lake, obviously feeling that there was basically no wind and snow here, and the temperature was much higher. He stepped on the soil on the ground - it was not frozen, it was still soft.

He observed the lake carefully for a while. It was like a big pit dug down by people. The distance from the shore to the water was two meters, and the bottom dropped seven or eight meters. The lake was green and green. There are a lot of aquatic plants, but it is also because of the aquatic plants that the line of sight is blocked so badly that Sewell even thinks he saw a shark.

How can it be?

He laughed at himself, seeing sharks in freshwater lakes, he must be crazy.

He stopped studying the lake, took the chicken out of the bag, washed it, and started to cook it according to Jiansan's recipe. After half an hour, he felt that it was almost ready, so he broke the soil, and it was fragrant.

"Sure enough, it's the art of foodie," Sewell said to himself, then reached out and tore off a chicken wing and stuffed it into his mouth. Just as he was eating the chicken wing very comfortably, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the lake.

"My God," Sewell stared wide-eyed, looking at the huge gray fish in the lake: "It's really a shark?!"

The shark seemed to have heard his words, turned its tail around in the water, then raised its huge head, opened its bloody mouth, and stared at Seville with black bean-like eyes.

Sewell's back felt cold from being stared at, and he tentatively raised the half-eaten chicken wing in his hand: "Do you want this?"

The shark didn't move.

Sewell thought for a while, and threw the chicken wings in his hand into the water.

As soon as the shark turned around and flicked its tail, the chicken wings that hadn't landed in the water, together with the water thrown out by the shark, hit Sewell's face.

"Hey—!" Sewell jumped up, and he was drenched in water: "If you don't eat, you don't eat, is it necessary?"

The shark flicked its tail toward Sewell's left hand.

Sewell looked at the ungnawed chicken he was holding in his left hand, and twitched the corner of his mouth; "You want to eat this? Don't you think I have eaten the chicken wings?"

The shark opened its huge mouth.

"You're just a shark—don't be so picky." Sewell looked at his chicken, then at the shark in the water with its bloody mouth open, and finally compromised, tore off a chicken leg and threw it into the lake.

This time the shark ate it into his mouth with dignity.

"Well, maybe you're not an ordinary shark. After all, ordinary sharks don't live in shallow water." Sewell tore off another chicken wing and ate it himself.

The shark chewed the chicken in its mouth in the water, and ignored him until it finished eating the chicken legs, and opened its mouth again.

Sewell sighed and tossed him another drumstick.