Chapter 527 The taste of roasted chicken

"Don't worry, the roast chicken I cooked by myself will definitely taste extraordinary!" Rogge patted his chest and declared with certainty, "Trust me, there is absolutely no problem!"

Hermione raised an eyebrow and said with a teasing smile, "I don't believe it."

She simply rolled her eyes at Rogge, but still put her hands out of her warm sleeves and began to help organize the ingredients.

"Initially I wanted to be a beggar chicken, but..." He looked around at the snow-covered world and shrugged, "Obviously the weather doesn't allow it. I can't find suitable clay and fragrant lotus leaves in the Forbidden Forest. , Hogsmeade doesn’t have all those kinds of condiments.”

"so what?"

"Hey, I remember how to make honey apple roast chicken, and it is more suitable for your taste." A bright smile broke out on Rogge's face, "My 'superior' cooking skills will never fail."

Hermione didn't answer, but pulled Ariana up and said, "Let's go to the Forbidden Forest to find some dead branches..."

"Wait!" Rogge shouted quickly, "How about we go to the Pig's Head Bar to get some fruit wood? That way the roasted chicken will have a stronger aroma."

Ariana blinked and looked at him with a half-smile: "Would you like me to get Aberforth's oven for you?"

"That's not necessary." Rogge shook his head in disgust, "His oven is just like a coal kiln. I won't touch it even if it's for free."

As he spoke, he waved his wand and whispered: "The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"

The magic spell instantly dug a deep pit for barbecue in the frozen soil. Rogge nodded with satisfaction and began to use the surrounding snow to build a small igloo.

"It looks like our chef has started building his own winter tavern," Hermione joked. "I hope your cooking skills are as good as your magic."

"Ladies, please wait and see!" He smiled confidently.

While Rogge was busy, he glanced towards the Forbidden Forest and sighed softly.

The injury on Hagrid's face hasn't healed recently. The big man must have hidden his giant brother Grawp in the Forbidden Forest. Rogge sighed leisurely and cursed secretly: "I really don't know what is inside his brain."

Creatures like giants are so bad-tempered that they often grab rocks and hit each other. There is absolutely no importance in using your hands. If you can kill someone, you will never injure someone.

It is now a cold winter, and food in the forest has become extremely scarce. No matter whether they are herbivores or centaurs, they have to find a way to survive.

With the size of a giant, he definitely needs tons of food every day. He didn't want Hermione and Ariana to enter the Forbidden Forest and accidentally encounter the hungry, stupid and dangerous giant.

The reason for simply picking up Aberforth's wool was quite reliable and did not arouse any suspicion between the two of them.

Roger sat cross-legged at the door of the igloo, stuffing sliced ​​apples into the chicken's belly. Then, he picked up the mixed oil and honey and gave the chicken an all-around, no-dead-end approach.

"Well..." He suddenly frowned, as if he was thinking about some important issue, "There's something missing..." He snapped his fingers, "That's right! I should sprinkle some more salt so that the sweetness can be more intense." protrude."

He shook his head with a little regret, thinking of a certain enchanting and coquettish salt-spreading posture with his elbows on his elbows and his hands like chicken feet. If you add some gold foil, a roast chicken will cost at least 5,000 galleons.

Staring at the peaceful snowy scene in front of him, the gloom accumulated in his chest slowly came out with his breathing. He suddenly laughed and reached out to catch the slowly falling snowflakes in front of him, as if to seize this fleeting beautiful moment.

"It would be great if the world could always be so peaceful." Rogge murmured softly, wishing he could stay at home in the winter.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows was a vast expanse of white forest and snow. The flames in the fireplace danced happily, warming the whole room.

In my ears, there is the crackling sound of burning pine wood from time to time. He wrapped himself in a blanket and sunk comfortably into the sofa.

Yuumi lazily jumped up and made a grunting sound. While stepping on the poop scraper, it slowly curled up into a furry ball.

Yuumi seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, taking up more and more space. In the end, it actually squeezed Roger down, and then monopolized the entire blanket and recliner sofa.

boom!

The fruit tree hit the snow hard, and the flying snow hit Rogge's face. He opened his dazed eyes in a trance and yawned unfinished.

"This is apple wood, but Aberforth said cherry wood has the best smoking effect." Ariana pointed to two piles of wood, one large and one small, and looked at him suspiciously: "I always feel that your roast chicken is not good. Reliable.”

"Don't jump to conclusions easily, Miss Ariana." Rogge raised his eyebrows and said, "Maybe he's not as good at making paste as your brother, but maybe he's better at roasting chicken."

He skillfully cut the fruit wood into suitable lengths, as if he were pruning potion ingredients. Then, stack them in the dug pit.

"Yuga di Leviosa," he whispered.

The chicken slowly rose under the control of the magic wand and began to spin on the burning fruit wood, as if dancing happily.

Hermione sat in the igloo, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and anticipation. She said half-jokingly: "If Professor Flitwick saw you using the Levitation Charm to roast a chicken, he would probably come running all the way from the castle and deduct points from you."

"Ha, then he must be attracted by the smell of roast chicken. Once he tastes it, he can't help but give me points."

"Tch, you're so thick-skinned." Although Hermione said stubbornly, she couldn't take her eyes away from the slowly rotating roast chicken.

Olive oil and honey shine seductively on the snow, like a crystal coat.

As the temperature rises, the apples hidden in the chicken's belly begin to exude a sweet, fruity aroma. This fragrance blends perfectly with the freshness of the burning fruit wood. It spreads in the cold air and makes people's index fingers twitch.

"Be careful, don't burn it!" Hermione reminded nervously, "Oh, the knife edge of the chicken butt is not sewn shut! The apple is about to slip out."

Ariana also said: "The flame has weakened, please add more firewood..."

Facing the two ladies' chatter, Rogge felt a little confused and found it difficult to concentrate. The roasted chicken suspended in the air also began to shake due to the fluctuations in magic power.

"Hey, calm down, girls." Rogge took a deep breath and hurriedly stabilized his magic output. "How about you use transformation to make some plates and knives and forks."

His suggestion finally distracted the two of them from harping on every detail of the roasted chicken. Hermione and Ariana began to transform the surrounding snow into exquisite dinner plates, and from time to time they would discuss the shapes and patterns with each other.

The cold winter snow, the fiery red flames, and a golden roast chicken exuding fruity aroma, this scene is simply a colorful oil painting. The three of them smelled the aroma of roasted chicken in the air and swallowed in unison.

As Shen Feng Wuying sliced ​​open the belly of the roasted chicken, the juicy chicken and shiny apple pieces immediately burst out with glowing heat, as if to show off their deliciousness to everyone.

"It smells so good!" Hermione couldn't help but lick her lips and quickly raised her knife and fork. "Roger, seeing that you finally realized your mistake, Aria and I reluctantly accepted this. Have some roast chicken!”

The two women looked at each other, and Ariana suddenly took away the tray with the roast chicken. Hermione used the Clear Water Spring and the Ice Condensation Charm to seal the entrance to the igloo with a whole block of ice.

Rogge knocked on the transparent ice door to remind: "Hey, aren't you afraid of lack of oxygen if you eat alone?"

Then, he saw them smiling and raising their wands to make small ventilation holes in the igloo.

"How can we be considered eating alone when we are two eating together?"

The aroma and heat of roasted chicken spurted out one after another along these small holes, as well as the unladylike sound of chewing by the two of them.

"Fortunately, I was prepared." Rogge shook his head and took out other ingredients from his pocket.

Although he was a little caught off guard by their sneak attack, he was still happy that the roast chicken was recognized.

"Roger! Let us out quickly!" Hermione looked like a little lion in a cage behind the translucent ice door, staring longingly at the other roast chicken in Rogge's hand.

Phew... Rogge took a bite of the chicken leg, and the fragrant and tender gravy splashed on the ice door with little glimmers of oil.

Rogge licked the corner of his mouth with his tongue and pretended to apologize: "Oh, I was so careless. I promise, the next bite will be slower."

"Split into pieces!" Hermione couldn't help but cast a spell on her ice door.

Repaired as before... the ice gate remains intact.

The flames are blazing!

The water is as clear as a spring, the wind is freezing...

The magic war was going on on both sides of the ice gate, but Rogge seemed to be aloof from it, enjoying his roast chicken calmly.

Watching the last apple piece being brought into his mouth gracefully, Hermione's eyes suddenly filled with tears, as if the last roasted chicken in the world had been swallowed by Roger.

"Okay, okay, I'll let you out right now!" Rogge quickly opened the ice door.

As soon as the ice door disappeared, Hermione rushed towards him like an arrow: "Roger, give me back the roast chicken!"

"Don't worry, I still have..."

Before Rogge could finish speaking, Hermione angrily interrupted: "No two roast chickens in the world are exactly the same!"

Her voice was so sonorous and powerful, as if she was reciting the sacred Gamp law of transformation.

Ariana couldn't help but laugh as she picked up the fallen roast chicken. Looking at the two people playing in the snow, she smiled and returned to the warm snow house to enjoy the peaceful food alone.

"You...um..." Rogge was bitten by Hermione in retaliation. He quickly untied his robe and wrapped her in his arms.

"Um……"

"You screamed!" He stared at Hermione maliciously, and a strange excitement echoed between their breaths.

In the cold air, their breaths intertwined, but their embrace was so hot. They fell into a hidden snow ditch, and the "battle" gradually escalated and became more intense. It gradually became anxious and white-hot.

boom!

Suddenly, a dull sound of footsteps came from the depths of the Forbidden Forest, like huge rocks rolling from a high mountain. It shook the snow from the treetops and caused the birds in their nests to flee in panic.

Following this, there is also the low and vague giant language that does not sound very smart: "Eat...delicious..."

"Don't panic, I'm here!" Rogge's voice was firm and calm. He turned to press Hermione above him, and at the same time raised his head to keep Ariana out.

His hands were groping randomly between the two of them, and Hermione couldn't help but scream. Finally, he caught the wand along the telescopic magic thread: "Collapsed."

The spell hit the charging Grawp accurately, but as if out of some kind of prank, the stun spell only stunned Grawp for a few seconds.

"I'll help..." Hermione struggled in her school robe and tried to get up to join the fight, but because of the fierce movements, she couldn't help but let out a low moan.

"I'll move, you'll keep steady." Rogge deliberately lowered the power of the spell so that he could continue to faint.

Hermione gradually understood Rogge's trick and immediately cursed shyly: "Asshole!"

"Fall into a faint."

Grawp woke up and fainted, fainted and woke up again, completely becoming a seasoning to increase the tense atmosphere.

"I shouldn't have come to eat your roast chicken." Hermione wrapped herself in a robe, blushed, and glared at him fiercely.

"Ah, my heart is broken!" Rogge sighed exaggeratedly, as if he was singing an aria.

His fingers reluctantly pulled out from under Hermione's collar, and he said in a sad tone: "It was obviously you who started it first..."

"No!" Hermione stamped her feet in anger, turned her head to look at Ariana at the door of the igloo, and secretly comforted herself: "I didn't make any sound just now."

"The sound made by that big guy is enough to cover it up." He looked at Hermione's shy appearance, couldn't help but chuckle, and then patted the plump part.

"Don't move!" Hermione warned in a low voice, then raised her wand and slowly approached the big guy at the edge of the forest.

"Is this the giant?" She couldn't help swallowing, with curiosity and fear in her eyes.

The sleeping Grawp on the ground was at least 16 feet long. Compared with Hagrid, it was nearly five meters long and more oppressive. Just lying in front of them, it was like a small hill that needed to be looked up.

"Right..." Roger nodded and called Ariana over.

Her cheeks were unnaturally blushing, and she obviously knew that the two of them were secretly flirting just now.

Hermione lowered her head and used questions to hide the unnaturalness on her face: "From your tone, is there something wrong with it?"

"That's right. A normal giant is more than 20 feet tall. This guy can only be regarded as a stunted little guy in the giant tribe."

"Small guy?!" Ariana and Hermione exclaimed in unison, and immediately covered their mouths subconsciously, fearing to wake it up.

Ariana lowered her voice and asked: "If this is the case, Hagrid is not even a giant?"

"Well, there is no problem in terms of height." Roger nodded and explained in detail: "Hagrid's father is a wizard and his mother is a giant. His 12-foot height can be considered a giant among wizards, but he looks more like a troll in front of pure-blooded giants."

Hearing the word "troll", Hermione's body trembled involuntarily. Although her magic ability has been greatly improved, she is still afraid of those little-headed guys holding sticks in her heart.

"Do you suspect it has something to do with Hagrid?" she asked sharply. "From the perspective of height, this big guy with a head directly on his shoulders and no neck does have some similarities with Hagrid."

Rog shrugged and did not answer directly: "As far as I know, the last giant tribe on Earth has surrendered to the Dark Lord, and they are now in North America."

He pointed at the broken rope on Grawp and reminded: "Maybe it was because the roast chicken was too fragrant that it stimulated it to break free from the rope and ran towards us. Let's find Hagrid and ask him."

"Tsk!" The two women rolled their eyes at him at the same time. They had never seen such a shameless wizard.

Although they also admitted that Rog's fruit honey roast chicken was much better than those produced by the Three Broomsticks and the Hog's Head.

As the weakened version of the fainting gradually lost its effect, Grawp's nostrils, as big as the door, made a dull hum. Its hands and feet began to tremble slightly, and it seemed to be waking up.

"Giants are more resistant to magic than trolls, and even better than dragons. Therefore, Hagrid, who has the blood of giants, can raise and cultivate so many dangerous magical animals." Rogge explained while casting a coma spell on it again.

When he cast the spell just now, he was just trying to increase the stimulating atmosphere between each other, so he was not serious. Now, with the increase of magic power, Grawp immediately fell into a deeper coma.

Hermione and Ariana decided to go to the cabin to find Hagrid, and Rogge stayed where he was to prevent the underdeveloped big guy from waking up suddenly.

"If its skin is made into an anti-magic cloak..." Rogge walked around it. Although the cold greatly suppressed the unpleasant smell on its body, it still made people not want to get close.

Considering that Hagrid later successfully influenced this big guy, Rogge also interrupted the idea of ​​an anti-magic cloak. There is already a green dragon living in the Forbidden Forest, and it doesn't matter if there is one more giant.