Chapter 515 Our Crucible Team Don't Want to Lose

What is the meaning of a friend?

For Anton, it has nothing to do with interests, just a few people who get along well, find a leisure time, get together to eat, drink, play and play, that is already very satisfying.

Anton contributed a special low-profile cauldron, and a delicious hot pot soup base prepared with several highly poisonous potion ingredients.

George and Fred's 'Sunshine Barbecue Curse' has become more and more proficient. After a while, a plate of roast chicken and a plate of roast rabbit were served on the table.

"You call this roast chicken?"

Anton sipped his drink, staring in shock at the plates that took up half the table.

If you say this thing is a crocodile, I will believe it, no, it should be a large lizard, after all, its back is raised.

"This Beast Pen's latest 'Family Eat Pepper Chicken'." George rubbed his hands and looked at the plate of delicious roast chicken with satisfaction, swallowing his saliva.

Fred put one hand on George's shoulder, and raised his head proudly, "Muggle's chicken breed is crossed with velvet, and it is crossed with Hagrid's Hippogriff again."

"The natural meat is full of pepper flavor!" George raised his eyebrows.

"The taste is tender, chewy, and full of elasticity." Fred raised his eyebrows simultaneously.

"Wow~" Anton's small face was wrinkled, and he stabbed the meat on the plate with a fork in doubt. It was grilled just right, and a smear of oil flowed out, and the smell of pepper was accompanied by the heat. And suddenly, people feel hungry all of a sudden.

"Is this really edible?" He still felt unacceptable.

"Oh, come on, Anton, you can't even eat the poop of rabbit fluff." George was unhappy.

Anton rolled his eyes, "I'm exploring potion ingredients as a potion master, if you eat as usual, I... woo woo woo..."

Fred didn't want to hear what Anton said, so he took a piece with a fork and a knife, and stuffed it into Anton's mouth quickly.

"How is the taste?"

Anton's eyes lit up, the pepper scent was so ecstasy, as if he could feel a very refreshing spiciness soaring to the sky, and his whole body felt transparent and refreshed.

He gave a thumbs up vigorously, "It smells so good!"

"Hahaha..." George and Fred clapped their hands triumphantly and laughed.

At this moment, Neville and Hannah came in each carrying a basin covered with an exquisite gilt lid.

"I heard from Anton that both meat and vegetables are fine for hot pot, so we prepared vegetables, but don't worry, they have the taste of meat." Neville carefully placed the pot on the table, staring at the oversized pot No. Grilled chicken in a daze.

Hannah sniffed the roast chicken, swallowed, "Merlin's beard, I'm on a diet, I... oh... this smells so good."

George proudly put his hips on his hips, "I declare that the barbecue team will win this dinner!"

Neville said he couldn't accept it, and immediately became anxious, "No, we haven't eaten it yet, let's try ours first."

Hannah also had a serious expression, "Our Crucible team doesn't want to lose."

Anton laughed, "It's the hot pot team, Hannah."

He couldn't wait any longer, snapped his fingers, flames appeared from under the crucible, put his palm on top of the crucible, and shook his fingers lightly, after a while, the hot pot boiled, and a thin pink smoke permeated the hot pot The sky above the soup base.

"Wow~~~" Hannah looked at this in surprise, "It looks so beautiful."

Fred had a weird face, "Oh, Merlin's beard, I know what it is, the Gullera rat mushroom releases its own toxin, if it encounters the screaming vine, the two highly toxic substances will be poisoned. And, there's a pink, pungent, fetid pink smoke coming out."

George moved his head closer to smell it, and looked up at Anton in surprise, "It smells like jasmine?"

Anton chuckled, "Orange peel, I added some orange peel."

"It can also be a potion material. As long as the right amount is used, it can react with the stench after the poison is neutralized and turn into a faint fragrance."

Several people were frightened and stared blankly at Anton.

"Is there any poison in it?" Neville looked terrified.

Anton spread his hands, "Don't worry, there is no problem at all. With me here, no one can die."

He looked at Neville and the others curiously, "What hot pot ingredients did you prepare, why did you cover it, and keep it secret?"

With that said, he lifted the lid off.

"Oh!" George was startled.

"It's crazy!" Fred swallowed.

"This thing..." Anton looked curiously at the little green figure constantly climbing up in the basin, and looked up at Hannah in astonishment, "The little green hands from before?"

Hannah nodded excitedly, "Yes, we have planted a giant mushroom tree covered with little green people. Eating this kind of thing will arouse people's fantasy of beauty."

"Thanks to Neville helping me research the medicinal properties of these herbs, I was able to grow them."

Anton raised his brows and smacked his mouth, "I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to eat ginseng fruit in my life, haha, although I look skinny like a stickman."

George had a strange expression on his face. "This thing is a bit like a Bowtruckle. You know, it has intelligence. We can't eat intelligent creatures."

"No, of course not." Hannah rolled her eyes, "The Bowtruckle is a magical animal, this is a magical plant, it's a plant! It's just a living mushroom, look at the pot of mimosa on the balcony, It can move too!"

"Okay~"

George and Fred changed their decision in an instant, looked at each other, a little excited, "How do you want to eat this?"

"Simple."

Neville picked up a chopstick from the table and stretched it into the pot. A little green figure quickly hugged the chopstick and quickly climbed up. Neville quickly stretched the chopstick into the hot pot soup.

"They like places with water."

Sure enough, the little green man on the chopsticks jumped off the chopsticks and made a splash in the water, splashing high.

"But they can't swim. After all, they are just plants. When the mushrooms are full of soup, they will die and sink to the bottom of the pot."

Everyone gathered together to watch, each with their eyes wide open.

"Wow~" in unison.

I saw the villain flopping about in the water, struggling to drown himself, combined with the pink mist, it seemed inexplicably weird.

"Finally, when they are cooked, they shrink into a ball, like meatballs, and float on the surface of the water."

Hannah picked up the chopstick holder made of bamboo, "Would you like to try it?"

In an instant, all three Weasleys stretched out their hands.

"This looks interesting!" Anton looked on in awe.

Just like that, the dinner party officially started.

Hannah brought the familiar fruit tea, and Fred opened a box, which magically protected a basin of ice cream from the school back kitchen.

Everyone ate and chatted, feeling indescribably happy.

Anton's favorite green vegetarian meatball, this thing...

It can actually make people have beautiful fantasies.

And it's not a hallucinogenic effect, but a faint, sober, inexplicably meaningful thoughts floating.

He squinted his eyes, as if he saw some happy future.

If his tickling spell is a recall of past happy memories, the effect of this herbal medicine is an extension of the future. The former acts on memory, the latter on thinking.

It was at this time that Anton suddenly discovered this thing that he had neglected before—thinking.

Thinking should also be a part of me!

Memory, emotions, will and thinking?

Yes, thinking should be added. Anton found that too many magics act on thinking, such as inspiriting.

This is an interesting subject.

He even had an interesting conjecture, if it is said that what is contained in the boundless void is 'memory, emotion, and will', then what floats in the world and the world of the undead, and even what is in the picture frame, is it the wizard's own thinking? Part of it.

And the reason why people are human seems to be because of thinking.

We can lose memory, will, emotion, but not the ability to think.

Anton couldn't help but think of his teacher, Professor Voldemort, of the few Horcruxes he made, only the "Tom Riddle Diary" part had thinking, and the other Horcruxes had no thinking.

Putting it this way...

Anton took a sharp breath.

Gan!

Be deceived by the old ghost Voldemort!

His so-called cutting himself a knife was not for nothing, but maybe he accidentally cut it off by mistake.

And the part that was cut off was not missing, but was put into the diary and became a Horcrux. He was still studying at that time, after all, he didn't understand it that well.

This is also the reason why 'Tom Riddle's Diary' can find a way to resurrect itself, while other Horcruxes don't have this kind of operation at all!

If Anton remembers correctly...

The "Tom Riddle's Diary" in the original book was killed by Harry Potter and stabbed to death with the fangs of the basilisk.

And now, oh, Anton instantly remembered the previous doubts, because when Dumbledore was determined to kill Voldemort, he would go back to school to be a demon on Filch's head.

What the hell, it turns out that I want to get back this part of my thinking.

Even, for the benefits of the integrity of the soul, he told Lao Fu himself!

Anton blinked in confusion, "I seem to have done something stupid."

He opened and closed his mouth and took a deep breath, oh, the smell of grilled chicken peppers is so good, the smell of green meatballs is so good, even the smell of ice cream is so good.

He suddenly widened his eyes, a little anxious, "Don't grab it, leave some for me!"