Chapter 2549 Smoke and Mirror (15)

After    came to the kitchen, Pomona put on an apron and started cooking.

  There must be a dish at the opening banquet of Hogwarts every year, which is loved by both students and teachers.

   First take the boneless chicken thighs and cut them into bite-size pieces, season with salt and pepper, then dice the onion and celery.

Add a large piece of butter to the pan and then add olive oil, fry the chicken until golden brown on the surface, then add the onion and celery to the chicken fat and fry together with three bay leaves, when the onion is also a little browned, add it flour, add chicken broth and chicken and simmer for half an hour.

   Stir continuously while cooking, then add tarragon leaves until you can smell a strong aroma.

   To this extent, fry the mushrooms with butter until the surface is browned, put into the stewed chicken, add the cream and stir well, this is the filling.

  Because butter is used when making pie crust, and butter will melt quickly after touching human body temperature, which affects the taste of baking. Pomona usually uses magic to perform this step.

  The prepared puff pastry should be brushed with a layer of oil before baking in the mold to avoid sticking to the bottom, then put the filling in, and then weave a net with puff pastry strips to cover it, and bake for 40 minutes before it is fully cooked.

   Then came the tasting session. Professor Minerva McGonagall was responsible for the guest in this issue. I saw that after she cut the chicken pie and tasted it, she was instantly "happy petrified".

   "How?" Pomona asked expectantly.

   "How much butter did you put in?" Minerva asked, putting down her fork.

   "20% less than usual, I used olive oil instead." Pomona smiled and said, "I know, olive oil is a healthy food."

   "It's still too greasy, Pomona, even I think so, let alone foreign guests," Minerva said.

   "Oh~ you think the dishes I cook are greasy?" Pomona said dissatisfiedly.

   "Sometimes I worry about whether I have blood or oil in my veins." Minerva said relentlessly. "Guess why the kids go to Hogsmeade for dinner?"

   Pomona was angry.

   Carrying the rest of the chicken pie, she rode a Firebolt to the cellar next door and knocked on the door of Snape's office.

   "What?" He opened the door and growled impatiently above her head.

   "Try this." Pomona held up the chicken pie in his hand. "Tell me how you feel."

  Snape lowered his head, "You gave me something that other people have eaten?"

   "Taste~taste~taste~taste." She said word by word.

   Finally he picked up a piece and took a bite. "Did you put less butter this time?"

   "I knew it!" She roared, carrying the rest of the pie, and strode back to the kitchen.

  Minerva hadn't left yet. She was drinking the pumpkin juice that the house-elf gave her. After seeing Pomona's return, she was rather defiant and asked, "What did Severus say?"

  Pomona thumped the chicken pie on the kitchen table.

   "Substituting olive oil for butter will change the taste."

   "I don't want to worry about my heart just to enjoy the taste." Minerva took another sip of pumpkin juice. "I'm not young anymore."

  Pomona looked at the wrinkles on Minerva's face, as she would have been if she were a human female herself.

   Sometimes we sit in front of the mirror and wish we could go back in time, back when our hair was still shiny, our skin was firm, and we had a happy smile on our face.

   "You returned the time-turner to the Ministry of Magic?" Pomona asked.

   "Sure." Minerva reached for a Yorkshire pudding.

   "What did they say?" Pomona asked.

  Minerva didn't answer her question and left the kitchen with the pudding.

   She pouted in dissatisfaction, watching the rest of the pie in deep thought.

   "Dean." Honey, the house-elf, raised her head and said to Pomona in a high-pitched voice, "Honey thinks your pie is delicious."

   "Thank you, Honey," Pomona said with a smile, before leaving the kitchen with the rest of the pie.

  Without the little trolls, the castle was much quieter, and she didn't have to pretend to be prudent and mature. She found a cool place with a wide view and ate chicken pie while admiring the scenery.

  The giant squid in the black lake was swimming. She had a whim that she could bring a chicken pie with her next time she went to Scamander's house, maybe it would bring back memories of his school days.

   Snape suddenly appeared, he sat beside her, took a piece of chicken pie from the plate in her arms, and ate the pie while blowing like her.

   Albus asked her that day why she would tolerate Severus' obsession with dark magic.

   She gave him a reason, but that wasn't what she really thought.

She admires someone who can stand up to their beliefs and not follow the crowd like a rock, although many people think that black magic represents evil, and anti-dark magic represents justice, Pomona can't do it herself and don't care as much as Severus the opinions of others.

  A "Merlin knight" like Rohart is just a coat of justice. He just doesn't want to stand on the side of the minority. People who make a living by grandstanding certainly hope that the more people who have a good impression of themselves, the better.

   "Bang Bang Bang"

   She felt like she was about to have a heart attack, and it seemed that, as Minerva said, she should put less butter for health.

===================================================== =============

   Pomona put on an apron and prepared to cook a table of British dishes for the "losers".

  As she kneaded the dough, she seemed to see the artillery lieutenant who was looking for opportunities in the streets of Paris and watched him disappear into the smoke.

  Time is indeed a terrible thing, like a rushing river, and the rocks that fall into it eventually turn into smooth pebbles.

   What kind of person a person becomes is not what kind of ability he has, but his choice.

   There is only one correct path in the maze, should we turn left or right?

   Even if it is the first mover, if he chooses the wrong one and delays the time, and he doesn't know how to get lost immediately, then the time he wasted is enough for the latecomers to catch up.

The only thing in this world that can make her feel a little bit of nostalgic value is that book. She can not only find the original manuscript, but also find a translation that understands Arabic, so that she does not need to take a time converter and bring " Followers" spanned thousands of years together and asked the author to answer their doubts.

   These people are all dead, and Tom Riddle once thought he was a memory, not knowing that he was actually a fragment of a soul.

  Memory is like a movie in a Pensieve, outsiders can't interfere, but Tom in the diary can not only influence and control Ginny, but also create terror in the school.

  There are no deadly organs like the heart in the diary, and no blood vessels and blood to carry the venom to flow throughout the body, and the basilisk's fangs did not completely wipe out the Ravenclaw's crown like the blazing fire.

  The soul needs to be attached to the body. If the body is destroyed, it will also be destroyed, but the human soul needs to be immortal, so that the soul can be split and the Horcrux can be made.

   This is about religion and theology, but this topic is boring and not many people will be interested. She can only understand this temporarily, the venom of the basilisk will break the connection between the soul fragment and the body, which is the magic used by the despicable Hypor to make the Horcrux, but what is the specific reason, she needs more detailed information.

  Power is not only to make people obey, but also to make the other party do what they don't want to do. She knows that making St. Tyrell work is like finding a needle in a haystack, who asked the French to empty the libraries of Alexandria and the Vatican.

   is exactly the same, here is the place where they have the best chance to find the book, the chances of libraries in other cities being very low.

   She has found out where she is going next, and she needs to be ready to be entangled before leaving, after all, money is needed in human social activities.

   In fact, he didn't have to go through such a big trouble and hope she would forgive him. It's a waste of money to buy so many roses.

   (end of this chapter)