bacchusnovels Chapter 165 No, buddy
Chapter 165 No, buddy
Chapter 165 No, buddy
(162 has been released)
The next day.
As dawn broke, the first rays of sunlight rose from the east, illuminating the castle's spires. Golden rays flowed slowly along the walls of the castle, eventually reaching Hagrid's vegetable garden.
The morning sunlight streamed down, gently caressing Hagrid's cottage. In this soft golden light, the cottage seemed to transform into a giant pumpkin just awakened by the sun, standing there quietly, exuding a warm and peaceful aura.
Sunlight streamed through the windows of the cottage, bathing the simple yet cozy furnishings inside in a golden veil.
Hagrid was standing at the door of the cabin, stretching, his massive body particularly striking in the morning sunlight.
After taking a deep breath of fresh air, Hagrid smiled contentedly.
"Where's the chicken?"
A sudden voice broke the morning's tranquility. No one knew where it came from, and the unexpected question startled Hagrid.
He looked around, trying to find the source of the sound. Then he noticed a young witch standing not far away; she had long, flowing blonde hair.
It shimmered with a captivating light in the sunlight.
Her pale blue eyes were tilted up, blinking as she looked at him, sparkling with curiosity and anticipation.
Hagrid paused for a moment, then realized that the witch was probably asking about his chickens.
"Ah, you mean my chicken?" Hagrid replied with a laugh, pointing to a fence next to the hut. "Over there, little girl. Want to go take a look?"
The witch nodded and followed Hagrid across the grass beside the hut to the fence.
However, when the two men opened the fence, a hint of surprise flashed in the witch's eyes.
The enclosure was empty; there were no chickens in sight, only a few tangled feathers fluttering gently in the wind.
Hagrid was stunned. He stared wide-eyed at the sight before him in disbelief. No, man.
Where's his chicken?
No wonder he felt something was off when he woke up these past few mornings; it turned out he hadn't heard that familiar rooster crowing.
goo~ goo~
Just then, the witch's stomach growled with hunger at an inopportune moment.
Hagrid snapped out of his daze, rubbed his stomach with a wry smile... He seemed to remember where the chicken had gone.
Phillips turned them into tender braised chicken and ate them.
Hagrid couldn't help but swallow hard at the thought of the delicious chicken.
The taste of that yellow chicken is truly unforgettable; the meat is tender, the broth is rich, and every bite is full of satisfaction.
"I ate all the chickens," Hagrid said sheepishly, scratching his head as he admitted somewhat awkwardly.
The witch stared wide-eyed at Hagrid in disbelief. "You...you ate all the chickens by yourself?"
Hagrid nodded, a hint of guilt on his face. "Yeah, well... I was just so hungry, and Phillips' braised chicken was just so delicious. I... I couldn't resist."
"You mean Professor Sean cooked the chicken...?" the witch asked eagerly, as if she had grasped something important.
Hagrid nodded, seemingly puzzled.
Is it strange that Phillips, as a Hufflepuff, can cook?
Just as the witch was about to say something, she heard a cheerful voice coming from afar.
"Hagrid, look what good stuff I brought you!"
Hagrid immediately looked in the direction of the voice, a delighted smile spreading across his face. He waved and called out, "Phillips, you've come!"
The witch was also drawn by the sudden sound. She stiffly turned her head toward the source of the sound, a hint of doubt in her mind.
However, when she saw who it was, a look of horror flashed across her face.
Sean noticed the witch's presence, stopped, looked her over curiously, and then greeted her with a smile, "Miss Krivat, what are you doing here?"
Penelope was caught off guard by Professor Sean's sudden greeting. She quickly composed herself and replied in as calm a tone as possible, "I—I came to see Hagrid. I didn't expect..."
Sean nodded, seemingly unconcerned about Penelope's sudden appearance.
He continued carrying the chicken, walked up to Hagrid, and handed it to him: "Look, I brought you a fresh chicken. I'll make you beggar's chicken later."
"Beggar's chicken, what's that?" Hagrid scratched his head and asked curiously.
Sean smiled and explained, "Beggar's Chicken is a traditional dish from China, made by wrapping chicken in lotus leaves."
Then it's wrapped in yellow mud and grilled. This method produces chicken that's tender, crispy, and incredibly fragrant—absolutely delicious.
Hagrid's eyes lit up upon hearing this, clearly showing great interest in this novel dish.
Penelope was about to sneak away when Sean called her back, "Miss Crevatt, please stay and eat with us."
If you ask Sean how many steps it takes to make beggar's chicken.
He will answer you sincerely.
It only takes three steps.
The first step is to bury the chicken in the pit.
The second step is ignition.
The third step is to dig the chicken out of the pit.
Then...you'll end up with a beggar's chicken that's neither visually appealing nor tasty, but if you let him make it himself...
But it was a completely different scene.
Under the watchful eyes of the two men, Sean first cleaned the chicken thoroughly, then sprinkled it with the special seasoning and gently massaged it to allow the chicken to fully absorb the flavor of the seasoning.
Next, he took out a fresh lotus leaf and gently wrapped the marinated chicken inside, making sure that every inch of chicken was gently covered by the lotus leaf.
Sean didn't stop. He took some more yellow mud from the nearby pile and slowly kneaded it into moist soil with his hands.
He carefully wrapped the chicken in lotus leaves with yellow mud, making sure the mud adhered tightly to the lotus leaves to form a perfect seal.
Once everything was ready, Sean went to the prepared bonfire and lit it.
The flames leaped and popped.
Sean placed the wrapped chicken into the fire and began to slowly grill it.
As time passed, the chicken in the fire gradually emitted an enticing aroma. The aroma was initially faint, then grew stronger and stronger, filling the air and making one want to explore further.
Hagrid was drawn by the aroma, and the two of them gathered around the fire, their eyes fixed on the chicken in the flames, as if they could see the golden-brown meat through the mud and lotus leaves.
Finally, after a long wait, the beggar's chicken was ready.
Sean carefully used the fire tongs to take the chicken out of the fire, gently tapped the yellow clay shell until it cracked, and then peeled away the clay and lotus leaves one by one.
At that moment, the golden-yellow chicken finally revealed its true form, and the aroma instantly became even more intense, making one's mouth water.
Sean cut the chicken into pieces and gave them to Hagrid and Penelope.
During this time, Penelope stood there in a daze, seemingly lost in thought, until Sean handed her the chicken. She then snapped out of her reverie and hurriedly took it.
Penelope took a small bite of the chicken, and the delicious flavor exploded in her mouth, as if a warm current flowed from the tip of her tongue to her heart.
The chicken's tenderness and perfect roasting made every bite incredibly satisfying. She savored it slowly.
I felt as if my taste buds on the tip of my tongue had been ignited, and an indescribable sense of pleasure welled up in my heart.
That feeling was like the sweetness and excitement of first love, like the shock and joy of suddenly falling in love.
She pondered for a long time, trying to find a suitable adjective to describe this feeling, and finally managed to come up with this sentence in her mind.
No wonder Hagrid entrusted all the chickens to Professor Sean to cook... if it were her...
wrong!
But why now of all times!
And... why would Professor Sean only choose to cook chicken, which the basilisk fears?
Various doubts continued to fester in Penelope's mind, and she couldn't help but recall the news she had unexpectedly heard from Helena a while ago.
"Helena, you need to be careful lately," the Blood Man Barrow said to Helena with concern.
"Be careful, be careful of what?" Helena glanced at the blood-soaked Barrow with disgust and took a step back.
"Also, don't get so close to me."
A bitter expression flashed across Barrow's face, but he did not retreat an inch. In fact, over the past few centuries, he had long since grown accustomed to Helena's cold attitude towards him.
He took a deep breath, gazed into Helena's eyes, and said in a low, urgent voice, "Helena,"
Listen to me. Lately, I've heard rumors among the young wizards that the Chamber of Secrets has been opened, and a zombie is wreaking havoc in the castle. Even Nick has met with misfortune...:”
Upon hearing the word "zombie household," Helena couldn't help but laugh, her coldness becoming even more pronounced.
She seemed unconcerned about the so-called zombie rumor, even showing a hint of disdain. However, she didn't say anything more, only giving Blood Man Barrow a cold glance before turning to leave.
Blood Man Barrow was taken aback. Could it be that the rumors he had received were wrong?
"Not a zombie...it's a spider!" he said hesitantly, but recalling the rumor from fifty years ago, his words became increasingly confident. "Helena, you must be careful of that spider; it can even kill ghosts..."
Before Barrow could finish speaking, Helena impatiently interrupted him: "Don't call me Helena, it makes it sound like we know each other too well."
Her words were filled with indifference and distance. After saying that, she turned around without hesitation, ready to leave this oppressive place.
However, before leaving, she seemed to remember something and added casually, "That wasn't a spider, it was a giant serpent monster."
Upon hearing the words "basilisk," the blood man Barrow was completely stunned.
How could it be a basilisk?
He hesitated for a moment, but decided to voice his doubts: "But, clearly fifty years ago..."
Hagrid was…: He tried to find evidence for his claim, but his voice had lost its previous confidence.
Helena stopped and glanced back at the Blood Man Barrow. A complex emotion flashed in her eyes, but she quickly regained her indifference. Then, Helena disappeared at the end of the corridor and was never seen again.
Penelope, who was hiding around the corner on the other side of the corridor, overheard the conversation.
She had only peeked out out of curiosity to see what was going on, but she never expected to hear such shocking news.
Her eyes widened, filled with bewilderment.
Isn't it a zombie?
How did they suddenly turn into spiders and snake monsters?
What are these two terrifying things?
She felt as if she had been drawn into a huge mystery, a mystery that seemed to be inextricably linked to the castle where she had always lived.
Penelope was filled with doubt.
As the prefect, she knew she needed more information to unravel this mystery.
So she decided to investigate the matter secretly, hoping to uncover more hidden secrets.
Having made up her mind, Penelope first went to the library to look for books about spiders, basilisks, and the previous locked-room mystery.
After a period of effort.
She also successfully found information related to basilisks and spiders, and even thought of Myrtle, who died in the bathroom.
After investigating the bathroom last night, Penelope turned her attention back to the basilisk itself.
Based on the basilisk's habits, she set her sights on Hagrid.
But to her surprise, today's investigation brought her unexpected gains.
Based on the Basilisk's habits, Penelope focused her investigation on Hagrid.
She had initially thought Hagrid might be the key to solving the mystery, but during her investigation today, she unexpectedly discovered a clue that was completely different from what she expected—Professor Sean.
She began to recall various details from the past, and a strange doubt welled up in her heart.
The earliest rumors about zombies being hidden in the Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts actually originated from Professor Sean.
In conjunction with what just happened...:
It's hard to imagine that so many coincidences could happen at the same time in the world.
In other words, there simply aren't that many coincidences in the world, and there must be deeper reasons behind these coincidences, which are definitely connected to Professor Sean in some way.
Just as Penelope was lost in thought, Sean's voice interrupted her.
"What's wrong, Miss Crevat?" Sean looked at the absent-minded little witch in front of him with a puzzled expression.
For some reason, he felt that the other person was acting strangely today.
But that's not surprising, since every woman has those few days every month.
Penelope looked up, meeting Sean's probing gaze into the sunlight.
Her heart skipped a beat, but she quickly calmed down, smiled, and shook her head: "It's nothing, Professor. I'm just a little tired, maybe I haven't rested well."
"Eat more, go back and get some rest." Sean thoughtfully served Penelope a piece of chicken that had just been cooled down.
The concern in his eyes made Penelope waver and begin to doubt whether her previous suspicions were too arbitrary.
"Thank you, Professor." Penelope took the bowl, smelling the delicious aroma of the chicken nuggets in front of her, and a complex emotion welled up in her heart.
She lowered her head and ate a few bites, trying to hide her embarrassment. The delicious chicken temporarily made her forget her doubts, but the suspicion still lingered in her throat, something she had to get out.
Then, she looked up at Sean and decided to test the waters. "Professor, are you aware of the rumors about the Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts?" She tried to make her tone light, as if she were just chatting.
"A secret room?" Sean was slightly taken aback.
Having been a teacher for so long, the emotion that instinctively welled up within him was a deep sense of disappointment.
If he remembers correctly...: