The Magical Food God of Hogwarts

Chapter 121 Is this the right thing to do?

In the morning, Lucas finally managed to wake up from his strange, drowsy dream after Ernie tried his best to call him.

He felt dizzy and his temples throbbed, as if he hadn't slept all night.

Did I go to bed that late last night? Or was my sleep quality just too poor?

He rubbed his head in frustration, and when he finished washing up and arrived at the common room, Hannah jumped up immediately: "Lucas, you're sick!"

"Dude, what happened to you? You've turned into a vampire?" Zacharias stared at Lucas's pale face and eyes with huge dark circles. "Halloween is still a long way off, isn't it?"

Ellie grabbed his robe, looking him up and down suspiciously. "Did you sneak off somewhere last night? Oh, so you didn't take me with you!"

The badger cubs in the common room all looked over.

"No, I just—didn't sleep well." Lucas yawned widely. "Thanks for your concern. Let's go get breakfast. What classes do we have this morning?"

When the translucent Professor Binns floated out of the wall with a stack of unscientific ghost lecture notes and hovered in front of the podium, Lucas felt his eyelids begin to tremble.

When Professor Binns began to read the textbook in his unchanging, emotionless voice, Lucas felt his eyelids close heavily. He struggled to open them a crack, then closed them again in a blur.

Even the arm that was supporting his cheek went limp, his head slumped, and he collapsed onto Hannah's shoulder on his left.

Fortunately, Professor Binns, being a ghost, might have a different mental state than humans. In short, he basically doesn't care about the students' attention during class. As long as you don't make noise and disrupt his lecture, you're never punished for sleeping.

Incidentally, he was also Hermione's least favorite teacher, because Professor Binns never asked questions in class and never gave students extra points or deducted points.

But at that moment, Hannah, who had been dozing off, stiffened. She jolted awake, feeling her heart pounding faster and faster, as if she could hear the blood rushing to her head.

Lucas, now he's leaning on my shoulder —

How could he be so bold! She stiffly turned her head inch by inch, carefully catching a glimpse of Lucas's profile, his eyes closed and his breathing heavy.

Ah, Lucas is asleep.

So he didn't do it on purpose after all —

While she breathed a sigh of relief, a sense of unsettling loss also crept over her, causing Hannah to bite her lip.

She looked at Lucas's profile; his face was pale, as if he had lost too much blood, and his large dark circles were alarming, making him look completely different from his usual energetic self.

Lucas, what's wrong? Please don't get sick.

Lucas seemed to be dreaming about something; his breathing suddenly quickened, then calmed down. Hannah looked at his high-bridged nose, his fiery red hair trembling slightly, and his handsome facial features, and felt her heart beating faster and faster.

Ugh—that's unfair! How can someone be so outstanding and handsome at the same time?

She suddenly remembered something and secretly glanced to Lucas's right. Ellie was fast asleep, propping her head up, completely unaware of what was happening there.

A small sense of smugness welled up inside Hannah, and she carefully moved the braid that had fallen over her shoulder away, so as not to disturb Lucas.

His warm breath seemed to land on my neck.

Sitting to Hannah's left was her best friend Susan, who was sleepily adjusting her position when her eyes suddenly widened.

She saw Hannah's shockingly red cheeks, her wet eyes, and her stiff, motionless body.

Then she saw Lucas, fast asleep with his head on Hannah's shoulder.

What?

She sat up straight. You, Lucas, how dare you openly act like a hooligan in this classroom!

Without any official status or relationship, how could I possibly let you bully my best friend?

So she decisively raised her wand, bypassed Hannah, and stabbed at Lucas: Get up!

Snapped!

Susan's eyes widened in disbelief; Hannah had actually grabbed her wand! It was lightning fast!

Hannah's eyes were filled with murderous intent as she mouthed something to her.

"Please mind your own business."

Snap! Susan's heart shattered quietly.

Ding ding ding————

The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class. Lucas woke up groggily, sat up, and vaguely remembered having a bizarre dream.

When their vision returned, they saw Professor Binns walking through the wall and leaving, while the students were packing their bags and standing up. Ellie next to them stretched dramatically, revealing her tall figure.

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"Finally get out of class is over, let's go, let's get ready for lunch, Lucas."

Oh, I slept all morning?

Hannah's soft voice came from the other end: "Lucas, are you sleeping well?"

"Hmm, not bad." Lucas yawned again, still feeling a bit groggy and probably going to sleep again in the afternoon. "What's wrong, Hannah?"

He suddenly noticed Hannah's unusually rosy complexion and her quick averted gaze. What was wrong with Hannah?

And why is Susan next to her glaring at me so angrily? Like she's going to eat me alive!

Overall, the coursework in the first year of Hogwarts is quite relaxed. There is only one class each morning and afternoon, and there is even one afternoon without classes, allowing students to rest early and make their own arrangements.

Unfortunately, the British generally do not have the habit of taking afternoon naps, and Hogwarts does not have a long afternoon nap period.

So after relaxing for a while during lunch, it's time to get into the afternoon classes.

Wednesday afternoon was supposed to be the much-anticipated Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

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Unfortunately, everyone was greatly disappointed after attending Professor Quirrell's first class.

Only Lucas, who knew Professor Quirrell's true strength, wanted to listen attentively to the lecture, but unfortunately, he was still in low spirits and would get sleepy whenever there were many people in the classroom.

Professor Quirrell did not break the students' preconceived notions of him, and he was a completely different person from when he taught Lucas alone.

According to his explanation to Lucas, first-year students only need to be aware of the dangers of some dark creatures and black wizards in the textbook and be alert to them. They are far from being able to defend themselves. If they can immediately scream for help when they sense danger, that is considered excellent.

So his teaching style was comparable to Professor Binns's; he also lectured verbatim from "Black Magic: A Guide to Self-Defense," and even then, he spoke haltingly. It was only his strong garlic breath that kept everyone alert; otherwise, half of them would have collapsed.

But this was torture for Lucas. He was sitting in the front row, but he started sneezing repeatedly as soon as class started, and the smell of garlic made his eyes and nose run.

"Lululululucas, you, you, you, you, you can switch to the back row, you, you, you, you," Quirrell said understandingly. "If, if, if any other classmates want to, they can, they can too—"

He waved his wand, and the door next to the last row of seats in the classroom opened, letting in a rush of fresh air.

Lucas thanked them and quickly got up to sit in the back row. Ellie and Hannah next to him naturally followed suit, leaving Susan alone in the front row, staring at Hannah with a look of astonishment, sorrow, and pity.

Lucas went straight to the top side of the back row, closest to the door. To his right was the aisle and the door, and there were only seats to his left. But Ellie, always quick and efficient, had already sat down next to Lucas, so Hannah had to sit next to Ellie.

The classroom door was open, and the warm afternoon air of September rushed in, enveloping Lucas. At the far end of the classroom, Professor Quirrell was buried in his book, stammering as he read the text aloud. Lucas immediately felt sleepy again, his eyelids drooping and his head slowly sliding down.

"Lucas, do you want to sleep?" Ellie turned her face, her beautiful purple eyes reflecting the drowsy Lucas.

She deftly swept her long, loose hair back, revealing her strong shoulders: "Lean on me and take a nap."

Lucas nodded and mumbled, "Thanks, Ellie."

He leaned on Ellie's shoulder quite naturally and fell asleep almost instantly. Ellie naturally reached out and wrapped her arm around his waist to make him more comfortable.

Hannah's pupils dilated dramatically.

???

Are you doing the right thing?

Something's not right, is it? This situation is clearly abnormal!

Why are you guys so skilled?! Doesn't Ellie even blush?!

you-

"Hannah," Ellie suddenly said, "Why don't you sit in the front row and block our view? Otherwise, if Professor Quirrell sees us, he'll deduct points from Hufflepuff's score."

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Hannah: !!!

Ellie, you've gone too far!

You let Lucas sleep on your shoulder and made me keep watch for you!

What kind of behavior is this?

This is absolutely outrageous! Is there no ethics? Is there no law? Is there no humanity?

I'm telling you, we're no longer friends! Our friendship is shattered! You're my nemesis!

Do you think I'd agree? No way! Absolutely not!

Hannah blushed and stood up.

"Okay, Ellie."

She moved forward a row, shielding the sleeping Lucas behind her.

You just wait and see! I will definitely be back!

After sleeping soundly for a whole day, Lucas finally felt that he had regained some strength.

Sigh, even if you're still young, staying up all night is a bad idea. It seems Hermione is taking this too seriously; that list of major events is so long, she's been copying it until midnight...

The Book of Legacy then gave me a second test: to gather information about Harry and analyze how he defeated Voldemort.

I think there's no faster way to complete this task than asking Harry directly. But as a friend, I know this is the source of Harry's pain, and it's not appropriate to reopen his wounds just to complete my test...

Forget it, let's take it slow. Anyway, there's no time limit, and I'm not in a hurry to pass the test. I haven't even practiced the "Thunder Explosion" technique that the Book of Inheritance taught me yet. I'll wait until I've fully mastered it before making any moves.

Now that night has fallen, Lucas is sitting in the Hufflepuff common room, sketching and writing on a piece of parchment.

Meanwhile, his friends Ellie, Hannah, Ernie, and others were working hard on their homework.

Lucas's method for accelerating thesis writing has been widely adopted among the badger and lion cubs and has received enthusiastic responses. Now, the young wizards generally feel that the efficiency of water-based tasks has been greatly improved. Tasks that used to take a weekend to complete can now be finished in one night.

It's wonderful to have so much free time to play! The little wizards' admiration for Lucas deepened even further.

But Lucas wasn't busy doing his homework; he was sketching names and thinking about something else.

Magical medicinal cuisine.

A drowsy day suddenly gave him a great inspiration. If he were still living on the farm, he would definitely kill a chicken and make a calming chicken soup.

A whole old hen, paired with jujube seeds, poria cocos, lily bulbs, and lotus seeds, infuses the chicken soup with the flavor of these key medicinal herbs. The medicine benefits from the food, and the food enhances the efficacy of the medicine, offering a variety of benefits such as relieving mental fatigue, aiding sleep, soothing emotions, and eliminating mental and physical exhaustion.

Thinking of this, the warm, delicious, and medicinal chicken soup flavor seems to linger on the tip of my tongue. Taking a sip, my whole mind relaxes, as if my soul has been comforted.

However, now that I am in the magical world, I cannot obtain the jujube seeds, poria cocos, lily bulbs, and lotus seeds from the Muggle world, so I cannot cook this medicinal dish.

Similarly, the previous decision to prepare a medicinal meal for Professor Quirrell to treat his kidney and spleen deficiency symptoms is now impossible due to the unavailability of the ingredients.

My magical culinary journey has only just begun, still at the most basic level—studying *Hufflepuff's Kitchen Notebook*, learning food charms to lay the foundation for developing culinary magic; learning to identify various magical animals, magical plants, and potions, starting with the basics of accumulating magical ingredients by knowing which are edible and which are not; taking various magic courses to enhance my magical power, providing support for exploring the magical world, acquiring magical ingredients, and advancing my magical culinary adventures...

Logically speaking, jumping directly to the stage of magical medicinal cuisine before even finishing learning what can and cannot be eaten is really a bit ahead of its time. But now I suddenly have an idea, a clever idea.

The "Four Treasures for Calming the Mind" chicken soup, while seemingly featuring chicken as the main ingredient, actually has a different "chief" ingredient according to the "principal, assistant, adjuvant, and guide" theory of traditional Chinese medicine. The chief ingredient is not chicken, but rather jujube seed. Jujube seed nourishes the heart and liver, calms the mind and soothes the nerves, reduces sweating and promotes the production of body fluids, playing a core therapeutic role in aiding sleep and relieving mental stress.

Poria cocos, lily bulb, and lotus seed are the three auxiliary herbs, which can assist the principal herb in calming the mind and also address the concurrent symptoms of strengthening the spleen, nourishing yin, and benefiting the kidneys, thus eliminating the root cause of fatigue.

The most abundant ingredients, such as old hen, red dates, and goji berries, which provide a delicious base and give the medicinal cuisine its fundamental flavor, are only used as adjuncts. They are mainly used to address the secondary symptom of "eliminating fatigue" while also replenishing qi and blood and harmonizing the medicinal properties.

The last ingredient, ginger, serves as the guiding ingredient, warming the middle jiao (digestive system), dispelling cold, and harmonizing the other flavors.

If you remove the chicken ingredient from this "Four Treasures for Calming the Mind" chicken soup, what remains is still a complete Chinese medicine soup that can treat mental fatigue: the Four Treasures for Calming the Mind.

In other words, the presence or absence of chicken as an adjuvant does not significantly affect the overall efficacy of the medicine, although the taste of the medicine will be drastically different.

Conversely, if chicken is added as an ingredient to other medicinal soups, and the flavors are harmonized through proper proportioning and preparation, then a new chicken soup medicinal dish may be created.

Furthermore, what if this medicinal soup were a magic potion?

For example, the soothing potion that Lucas learned and made in his first Potions class!

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