Chapter 1163: Suspicious cuisine

"... Fried Wool Crab-How about the taste! They are the little guys I kept exclusively in my old crucibles. I usually eat all kinds of magical medicine residues and become big and big. fat……"
Maca walked out with her hand directly on the tray and happily laid it on the dining table.
Since there were only a few people in total, he did not let everyone wait in the cold auditorium, but took them directly to the outside of the kitchen.
Hogwarts prepares three meals a day for domestic elves, and when they are done, they will all be neatly arranged on this large table so that the principal can directly serve delicious meals. Take them to the four academy tables outside.
However, it must be said that because the table is too large, the outside is a bit crowded.
"By the way, I think you have also learned in textbooks-hairy crabs are not real crabs, they just look a lot like them. Their shells are soft and soft, and they just fit well after being grown up. Breadcrumbs are fried ... "
"Maca ..."
Hermione looked at the large pot, which was golden and steaming, and the surface was evenly sprinkled with black pepper, and her face looked a little delicate.
"Hair crab? Isn't that a harmful parasite?"
She couldn't help but feel a little nervous:
"It is said that ... especially when there is a pest disaster, you must contact the Pest Consultation Office of the Department of Wonderful Animal Management and Control, and let the special pest control personnel come to the door to solve it. Otherwise ... they can bring all the magic in your house Everything is gone! "
"Oh, this is it." Maca nodded. "Although hairy crabs are usually small in size, once they eat something with magical power, they will begin to swell and grow. A large group of hairy crabs will It ’s a bit difficult for the average person—

As he was talking, he shrugged suddenly and smiled softly:
"But no one says they can't eat it?"
Having said that, Maca reached out and took a fist-sized fried hairy crab from the inside. He took a big bite in front of everyone's face, and even the sauce and lemon slices on the side were useless.
As he chewed, he vaguely urged:
"Eat! While it's hot! It's fragrant and crispy, it tastes much better than fish and chips ... you eat it first, and there's another dish being steamed! I'll see if it's okay ..."
Watching Maca go inward, the big guys looked at each other for a few moments, and began to worry about what the last dish would be today.
I have to say that the first few dishes were quite normal, at least most of you have heard of it, even if you have n’t.
But who knows, Maca sent a large pot of pests out of the magic!
Everyone is hesitating! But when she saw that Luna had reached out her fork and lifted one, she turned it over and looked into her mouth.
"Click ---"
A crisp sound made everyone's attention followed.
"Oh! This ..." Ron grinned and couldn't help asking. "Luna, how is it?"
With a sound of chewing and clicking, everyone stared at Luna's mouth, expecting her to give an evaluation-Honestly, it ’s not bad just to look at the salesman, after all, it is wrapped in bread crumbs and fried. It's basically the same.
No one knows, what exactly is this stuff?
"Well……"
After Luna swallowed the contents of her mouth, she nodded, and said concisely:
"Fragrant!"
"really?"
In fact, anyone who knew Luna knew that she would never lie. It is just that the past experience with her has made everyone understand that sometimes the more she firmly believes in unquestionable things, the lower the credibility.
However, regarding the feeling of a good food, can you always refer to it?
"I'll try one too ..."
Ron said as he raised the fork in his hand.
To be honest, Ron was lucky this time. Because Luna's preference for food is also a bit strange-although she has not completely deviated from ordinary people's tastes like her father, but she said that the probability that ordinary people also like delicious food is usually half.
Today, this fried hairy crab from Maca seems to be in the "half of the good".
"Oh! This is not bad ... fast! You guys also try it, it's really delicious ..."
When Maca came out with a container larger than that, those golden crabs that had been blown up with gold had already been killed by more than half a pot with surprise in their faces.
"It seems you are all satisfied!" Maca said happily. "Then the protagonist of this lunch is about to appear today, voila! Steamed soft-clawed land shrimp!"
As he opened the plate, he also reminded:
"I have taken away the poisonous glands and the mouth organs, and the toxins in the shrimp have also been removed-if you eat them, you will not have a fever or rash, and you will not be exposed to the saliva they produce It ’s unlucky. So rest assured! This is a rare and delicious treat! "
As Maca said, toxins are everywhere in soft-clawed prawns. Not only the poisonous sac glands, but also the flesh with toxins, it really makes people feel incapable of mouth.
What's more terrible is that their saliva seems to make the bite people do not do well within a week. It is for this reason that potions have used their saliva to develop a formula for the antidote for the elixir.
Of course, no one is interested in the antidote to the elixir.
However, for these seemingly large and delicious magic freshwater shrimps that are actually not edible at all, Maca has succeeded in turning them into safe and harmless ingredients and carefully serving them to the dining table.
"Because those witches who have ingested poison, they say they are actually delicious, so I thought of a way to get them poisoned!" Makara opened her chair and sat down, greeting. I was going to wait until evening to eat this, but I just saw one of them was not so good, so I made them while they were still alive. "
He obviously wouldn't hesitate, he was talking! I already grabbed one in my hand to take out a large piece of shrimp, and bit it with a bite.
Suddenly, the silky shrimp was squeezed between his lips and teeth, bursting into an extremely delicious taste.
But before he ate a second sip, and the other friends around him wanted to reach out and take a try, he suddenly stopped chewing and turned his head slightly to look at the corridor leading to the outside. Over the doorway.
"Huh?" He said a moment later, "Oh, it's Parkinson back ... fortunately, I've done enough, she won't have to eat when she comes!"
As he said, Maca put down the tender and plump shrimp, wiped her hands, and got up to walk to the door.
"You eat first! I'll bring Parkinson over for a bite too-rushing back at this point, I guess she should still be hungry!"
...
Maca guessed wrong, and Pansy apparently didn't return hungry.
Although Martin's cream stew with tortillas is somewhat monotonous, and the taste is actually very ordinary, it must be incomparable with his big meal. But to be honest, Pansy was quite satisfied.
Unfortunately, the task entrusted to her by Martin left her a headache after eating.
In this situation right now, it is of course extremely difficult to find a therapist who can meet his requirements. But even if you take a step back, it is not easy to find a suitable potionist.
So, Pansy decided to sneak back to Hogwarts and ask Maca to discuss it.
"Miss Parkinson?"
Maca called Pansy near the Slytherin common room.
"Come back? Come and have something to eat! This lunch I cooked for myself today. Some things you can't eat outside!"
"Oh, Professor McLean!" Pansy heard her voice and quickly turned around, walking away. "Professor, I'm not hungry now, and I'm afraid I have no time to eat--"
"what happened?"
Maca was surprised when she saw this.
In fact, if you look at the progress he has predicted, Martin has now merged with Muriel. In this way, because Pansy played a significant role in this second rescue process, that could at least restore some trust in Martin's mind.
But now it seems that there is still something that Maca did not expect?
"Well, actually ... there seems to be something wrong with Miss Muriel, and now ... is sick."
"sick?"
Macarton frowned.
"Uh ... it's not necessarily sick, maybe it's cursed or poisoned ... I don't know." Pansy shook her head and frowned, "In short, Martin wanted me to find a reliable therapist. Or potionist, go and treat Muriel. "
"So you can't figure out what you want to ask me?" Maca nodded slightly. "Well ... hasn't that Muriel been in the dungeon all the time? How could it have happened? Did she already suffer What kind of hidden disease or something? "
Thinking about it, he immediately waved:
"Parkinson, tell me in detail-the focus is on the specific symptoms of that Miss Muriel."
"Ok!"
Regarding this ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Panxi naturally knew everything, and in the case of assuring the exact image as possible, she spoke quickly everything she saw.
Not only did it include Muriel's confused look, but even Martin told her details of her use of photorealism.
After her careful narrative, Maca's expression did not change much, and she still had a puzzled expression on her face.
"Dungeon ...?"
Before long, his eyes gradually began to turn from confusion to utter solitude. Although the answer has not been completely found, it seems that something suddenly came to mind.
"Can't do it ..."
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