Chapter 1164

"... fried hairy crabs - have a taste! They are the little ones I keep in my old crucibles. They are big and fat after eating all kinds of magical drug residues..."

Marca came out with the tray in her hand and put it on the table happily.

As there were only a few people in total, he didn't ask everyone to wait in the cold auditorium, but directly took them to the outer room of the kitchen.

Hogwarts's three meals a day are made by the house elves, and after they are made, they will all be neatly arranged on this big dinner table, so that the president can directly send the delicious dishes to the four long college tables outside.

However, it must be said that because the table is too large, the outside room is somewhat crowded.

"By the way, I think you should have learned in your textbooks - hairy crabs are not real crabs, but they look more like them. Their shells are soft and suitable for wrapping bread bran and frying..."

"Maka..."

Hermione looked at the big pot of golden and steaming dishes with crushed black pepper on the surface, and her face looked a little delicate.

"Hairy crab? Isn't that a harmful parasite?"

She couldn't help but say with some trepidation:

"It is said that... When it is particularly serious, insect disasters will occur. You must contact the pest Advisory Office of the magic animal management and control department and ask special pest control personnel to come to the door for solution. Otherwise... They can chew all the magic things in your family!"

"Oh, that's right." Maka nodded. "Although hairy crabs are usually very small, once they eat something with magic, they will begin to expand and grow. Large groups of hairy crabs are really a little difficult for ordinary people -"

As he spoke, he suddenly shrugged and said with a light smile:

"But no one says they can't eat?"

With that, Maka reached out and picked up a fist sized fried hairy crab from inside. She took a big bite in front of everyone. She didn't even use the sauce and lemon slices on one side.

While chewing, he also vaguely urged:

"Eat while it's hot! It's fragrant and crisp. It tastes much better than fish and chips... You eat it first. There's another dish steaming! I'll go and see if it's ready..."

Watching Maka go inside, everyone looked at each other and began to worry about what the last dish would be today.

It has to be said that the first few dishes were quite normal. At least most of us have heard of them even if we haven't eaten them.

But who knows, Maka sent out a large basin of pests in the magic world!

Everyone is hesitating! But she saw that Luna had stretched out her fork and forked one, turned it over and over, looked at it for a few eyes and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Click -"

A crisp sound attracted everyone's attention.

"Oh! This..." Ron grinned and couldn't help asking, "Luna, how does it taste?"

With the sound of chewing for a long time, everyone stared at Luna's mouth and expected her to give a comment - to be honest, it's good just to look at her appearance. After all, the things wrapped in bread bran and fried are basically the same.

No one knows. What's the smell of this thing?

"Well..."

Luna nodded after swallowing what she had in her mouth

"Incense!"

"Really?"

In fact, everyone who knows Luna knows that she never lies. However, the past experiences with her have made everyone understand that sometimes the more she believes in things, the lower her credibility.

However, you can always refer to the feeling of whether a food is delicious or not?

"I'll try one too..."

Ron raised his fork as he spoke.

To be honest, Ron is lucky this time. Because Luna's preference for food is also somewhat strange - although she is not as far away from ordinary people's taste as her father, she says that the probability that ordinary people like delicious food is usually half and half.

Today, Maka's fried hairy crab seems to be in the "good half".

"Oh! It's really not bad... Come on! Try it, too. It's really delicious..."

When Maka came out with a container bigger than that, the golden hairy crabs had been killed by more than half of them with surprise on their faces.

"It seems that you are all very satisfied with your food!" Maka said happily. "Then, the protagonist of today's lunch will appear. Look! Steamed soft clawed land shrimp!"

When opening the big plate, he also reminded:

"I've taken away the poison glands and mouthparts, and the toxins in the shrimp meat have been removed - after eating them, you won't have a fever, grow a rash, and you won't have bad luck because you encounter the saliva secreted by them. So don't worry! It's a rare delicacy!"

As Maka said, because the soft clawed land shrimp is full of toxins. Not only the poisonous sac and gland, but also the meat contains toxins, which really makes people feel like they can't eat.

What's more, their saliva seems to make the bitten person do nothing smoothly in a week. For this reason, some magic pharmacists developed the formula of Fuling antidote with their saliva.

Of course, it is estimated that no one will be interested in the antidote of Fuling agent.

However, for this seemingly large and delicious magic freshwater shrimp that can't be eaten at all, Maka successfully turned them into safe and harmless ingredients and carefully cooked them on the table.

"Although the wizards who ate by mistake were poisoned, they all said that they were actually quite delicious, so I thought of some ways to detoxify them!" makara opened her chair and sat down and said, "I wanted to wait until the evening to eat this, but just now I saw that one of them was not energetic, so I made it while they were still fresh."

He obviously won't hesitate. He's talking! He grabbed one in his hand, pulled out a large piece of shrimp and bit it down happily.

Suddenly, the smooth shrimp meat was squeezed between his lips and teeth, bursting out an incomparably delicious taste.

But before he took a second bite and other little friends around him wanted to reach out for one to try, he suddenly stopped chewing, turned his head slightly and looked at the door opening leading to the outer corridor.

"Hmm?" he was a little stunned, and then said, "Oh, it's Parkinson back... Fortunately, I've done enough, and she won't have to eat when she comes!"

As she spoke, Maka put down the fresh and full shrimp meat, wiped her hands, and got up and walked to the door.

"You eat first! I'll bring Parkinson to eat too - come back at this point. I think she should still be hungry!"

……

Marca guessed wrong. Apparently pansy didn't come back 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 tell the truth, pansy was quite satisfied with her food.

Unfortunately, after eating, the task Martin gave her gave her a little headache.

In this situation, it is certainly very difficult to find a therapist who can meet his requirements. But even if you step back, it's not easy to find a suitable magician.

So pansy decided to sneak back to Hogwarts and talk to Maka.

"Miss Parkinson?"

Marca stopped pansy near Slytherin's common room.

"Back? Come and have something to eat! Today's lunch was cooked by me. You can't eat some things outside!"

"Oh, Professor McClane!" pansy heard the voice and turned quickly to the sidewalk. "Professor, I'm not hungry now, and I'm afraid I don't have time to eat -"

"What's the matter?"

Maka was surprised when she saw this.

In fact, according to the progress he expected, Martin has now joined Muriel safely. In this way, because pansy played a great role in the second rescue, Martin could at least restore some trust.

But now, there seems to be something that Maka didn't expect?

"Well, actually... Something seems to have happened to miss Muriel. Now... She is ill."

"Sick?"

Makaden raised her eyebrows.

"Well... It's not necessarily illness. Maybe it's a curse or poison... I don't know." pansy shook her head and frowned. "In a word, Martin wants me to find a reliable therapist or potion to treat Muriel."

"So you can't make up your mind, so you want to ask me?" Marca nodded slightly. "Well... Isn't that Muriel in the dungeon all the time? How could something happen? Did she have any hidden diseases before she was arrested?"

Thinking about it, he immediately waved his hand and said:

"Parkinson, tell me in detail - the key point is the specific symptoms of Miss Muriel."

"OK!"

Naturally, pansy knew everything about it. Under the condition of ensuring the exact image as much as possible, she spoke quickly and said everything she saw.

It not only included Muriel's confused and absent-minded appearance, but also told Marca the details of Martin's use of mindfulness to her.

After her careful narration, Marca's expression did not change much, and her face still looked puzzled.

"The dungeon of the Ministry of magic..."

Before long, his eyes gradually turned from confusion to suddenly. Although I haven't found the answer completely, it seems that I suddenly thought of something.

"Is it difficult..."