Chapter 160 The Magic of Baking Bread

If you want to ask Anton’s deepest impression on the original series of Harry Potter, it is definitely the scene of the witch Queenie making apple and raisin strudel for Muggle Jacob in the "Fantastic Beasts" movie, which always makes him shout - This is magic!

At that time, Anton off-screen had the same expression as Jacob on-screen.

shocked!

Instead of Lao Fu holding a stick and shooting green lasers or plasma.

Unfortunately, when he traveled, "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" only played to the second part.

Now he can only imagine how exciting the next movie will be. There must be many, many magical and interesting magical animals.

Of course, the most unique thing is the silence in Newt's box.

Obscurus is an unstable, uncontrollable dark force that Newt separated from a dead Obscurus host.

This is also a kind of magical animal.

This unique magical animal runs through the entire series. Credence, who has always suppressed his magic power and dared not let people know that he is a wizard, Queenie, a witch who is in love but cannot stay together, and Jacob, a muggle, because of the silent sister Dumbledore and Grinwald, who broke apart after death, jointly wrote notes belonging to that era for the great interests and realistic resistance of changing the status quo of wizards' existence.

That is, the way of survival of the two groups of wizards and Muggles.

Of course, Anton came to a good point in time, Greenwald has completely changed that bad era, wizards and Muggles began to balance.

In today's era, the appearance of Voldemort can only be said to be the last elegy of the old era.

Come out and blow it up, remind all wizards of their nobility and uniqueness, and then use terror, killing and failure to completely send the stubborn people of the old age to Azkaban or hell, and push the wizard group to the process of integration with Muggles middle.

Such a process is necessary.

The study of magic in the wizarding world has stagnated for far too long.

All magic that is rooted in the desire for war in the depths of the human soul has been researched to the end.

Killing, control, torture, the three unforgivable curses have all reached a very deep level, and no matter how powerful black magic is researched, it is nothing more than that.

Any reasonably powerful dark wizard could cast Fiendfire, a spell that would burn down an entire city if left unchecked.

Therefore, the management of the wizards focused their energy on how to limit the damage that the wizards might cause.

seem……

"No one studies how to use magic to make the world a better place." Anton grabbed a raisin milk bun and took a bite, frowning.

The heat was not well controlled, the bread was a bit dry, and the raisins turned into shortbread, without the sweetness.

He had asked the house elf named 'Abby' for advice on how to make delicious bread, but unfortunately, this thing is a gift for the elf, and he couldn't explain it himself.

They have an innate ability to produce food that suits the human palate.

No way, Anton had no choice but to ask Lupine for the contact information of the gourmet training he signed up for before, and went to the center of New York to study alone.

"What the hell are you doing!" Countless black threads emerged from Anton's body, twisting a human face in mid-air.

Voldemort frowned and looked at Anton, "Are you wasting your talent wantonly! Or did you use conspiracy and tricks to make me into a Horcrux, so that you became so arrogant that you no longer needed to explore magic, and started to live retirement life?"

"Looking for a Muggle to learn how to make bread?"

It's ridiculous!

Lao Fu expressed that he could not understand.

He is completely numb, this kid is a psycho!

Anton smiled brightly, "That's right, I'm just living."

"!!!"

Waving his wand, Anton tidied up the kitchen. Anton took off his apron, took out his notebook and recorded the problem of baking bread just now.

"Poor Fiennes and neither Voldemort nor life."

I closed the notepad and looked at the time, "My dear professor, the wind time is over, you should go back, I have to go to class."

The black thread rolled, and Voldemort was furious, "No one has ever been so rude to me!"

Anton sighed and looked at him lightly, "I still think you are my professor, and I respect you very much."

He got up to pack his things, put them in his schoolbag, and carried them on his shoulders.

"But, you have cut off your love for this world, and you can no longer feel your love for life."

"What can I do." Anton spread his hands, "Even if I explain it well, you still can't understand it. Why don't you just go back to your body and let everyone show respect to each other."

Voldemort stared at him for a moment, and all the black lines retracted.

Anton sighed.

Why can't any of his teachers have a good academic exchange?

After finally keeping the wise Voldemort by his side, Anton's current research direction has run counter to Voldemort's, and there is no way to get much help.

It is better to talk than nothing, and sometimes let it out for a walk, which can be regarded as a companion.

The pastry training teacher is a fat middle-aged man with a bald head and a beard.

Just looking at his huge beer belly, you can feel that it is very reliable to learn cooking skills from this kind of person.

Everyone who came to study brought their own works for the teacher to comment on one by one.

There are all kinds of students, there are spirited guys who plan to enter the catering business, housewives who use their spare time to improve their optical skills, and men in suits and glasses who plan to surprise their wives.

Anton is not special in it. There are several children in the class, one of them is because of a dream, and the other three are his good buddies who came to mix things up.

Finally, it was Anton's turn.

The bearded man picked up the bread, smelled it, ordered some, and squeezed it with his hands, "There is too much butter."

Finally, he pinched one corner, gently pulled it apart, and looked at the broken place, "You can put more milk."

Putting it in his mouth and chewing it, he frowned and swallowed uncomfortably, staring at Anton, "I told you very clearly that the temperature and time of the oven need to be strictly controlled!"

Anton spread his hands helplessly, "I use firewood, I like this natural way of making."

The bearded man inspected Anton's clothes and nodded. This is not a person who intends to make a living out of pastries, and indeed he can choose some more elegant ways.

He took the bread and smelled it, and finally shook his head, "You may be worried that the smoke will affect the taste, but this is wrong. The aroma of bread that has experienced flames is very unique, and this is also the key to your failure to grasp the heat."

"Keep it closer to the flame and reduce the baking time!"

After talking about the suggestion, the bearded man put down the bread, drank water and rinsed his mouth, and continued to feel the taste of the next piece of pastry.

"Flame?" Anton raised his eyebrows.

He used magic to make bread, and he didn't try to use fire.

In Aunt Molly's book "The Magic of Baking Bread", there are actually steps that require putting it in the oven, but he deliberately wants to try Queenie's elegant and clean production technique in the movie.

But the bearded teacher gave him a reminder - the flame.

Yes, flames have played an important role since humans made food.

He seems to remember seeing a magic about cooking flames in another book "The Magic of Smoked Sausages".

In the next class, the bearded man began to explain how to make pizza, but Anton looked at it and felt that it was very similar to the pancakes he saw in the food student street of the university, except that there was more cheese and less green onion .

Chopped green onion is the soul. Hey.

I don't know if the UK can get some onions to grow.