HP: The Necromancer

Once you have experience frying eggs, frying bacon is much easier. Except for one half-hearted student who forgot to turn off the fire, causing the bacon to burn into black charcoal, everyone succeeded in getting a few sizzling bacon strips. A few smart students also poured the fried eggs back into the pot to heat them - "Muggles don't have keeping charms, students." Anthony said while holding down the students' wands - and cooked the most simple English breakfast.

To be honest, their appearance could make any house elf scream and faint, but the students happily shared each other's battered omelettes.

"Did you add too much salt?"

"Who knows what an 'appropriate amount' is..."

Anthony clapped his hands to attract the students' attention: "Have you finished eating? Let's play something else - Yorkshire pudding."

This savory treat - like most British foods - consists entirely of eggs, flour, milk and oil. It's simple and easy to make, but everyone will be amazed at how the batter turns into something fluffy and delicious in just half an hour.

Anthony loudly repeated the key points to them: "The oil temperature must be high! Don't open the oven door! Take it out as soon as the time is up!"

The students worked hard to create a smooth batter with no lumps. Some people tried to let the mixer work on its own and spilled all the flour on their tablemates. Under the influence of magic, the opponent was evenly covered into a large gingerbread man, and the blender struggled to break up the human-shaped "clumps".

"Hey!" His deskmate yelled dissatisfied, grabbed the mixer, reached out and grabbed a piece of batter and spread it on his hair.

"I didn't mean it!" the student shouted unjustly, tit for tat and batter for batter.

Only then did Anthony notice the chaos over there: "Stop! You are wasting food!"

When he pulled them apart, the two of them were smiling: "Professor, can we make an exception and use the cleaning spell?"

Anthony said angrily: "No." He helped his deskmate clean up the flour covering their bodies, but left the batter on their heads.

"This is the first time I have seen this hair care method. You should let the nutritious batter penetrate into the roots of your hair." Their classmates joked, "Oh, what does it smell like?"

Anthony then went to deal with the student who had burned his finger.

She was the fastest in the class, but because she was so absorbed in watching the batter farce, she left her Yorkshire pudding alone in the oven. It wasn't until the dough began to smell impatiently that she rushed to save her work in exclaim, forgetting the oven mitts in her haste.

"Be careful next time." Anthony handed her the burn ointment sponsored by Madam Pomfrey and told her. The professors had expected this to happen.

"Got it," the student replied dejectedly, still mourning his cremated Yorkshire pudding.

"I repeat!" Anthony said to the whole class, "Muggle practice does not allow the unauthorized use of magic!"

By this time the first piece of baked pudding had come out of the oven. Its cook, wearing oven mitts, carefully brought out the baking sheet.

"I really want to use the levitating spell." The onlookers muttered, immediately gaining approval from the crowd around them.

Anthony smiled and said: "Think about Muggles, classmates, they have always lived like this. Try to use tools other than magic. I promise that you will be allowed to use cleaning spells when I clean up the classroom later." At this time, he saw the perfectly baked The pudding was just slightly brown, "Well done, one point for Ravenclaw."

The student proudly placed the baking sheet on the table. The hot air coming out of the oven made his face turn red.

"It's still hot now, let it sit for a while before eating." Anthony held his hand that was about to move and reminded him. To be on the safe side, he decided not to assume the students had any kitchen knowledge.

"Ah, okay." The other party smiled shyly, and after Anthony turned around, he whispered to his deskmate, "The professor's hands are so cold."

When he said this, the students next to him also noticed. In this hot kitchen, Anthony didn't break a sweat.

"Warming spell?" His deskmate guessed.

"It's so unfair," the student complained half-seriously, "We can't even clean it up."

Anthony, who heard their conversation, decided to adopt this answer.

The biggest advantage of the magical world is that he doesn't have to find any excuse for his unusual physique. There are naturally a lot of magic spells that can explain it. In fact, if it weren't for the detectable aura of dark magic, he could even argue that his cat was a pile of Transfiguration bricks.

It took them four hours to prepare a simple meal that would only take half an hour in the Muggle world. When they finally sat down to enjoy the fruits of their labor, it was lunchtime.

Anthony nodded: "Everyone did a great job, let's start eating!" As soon as he finished speaking, a pile of plates appeared in front of everyone, including slightly burnt broccoli, steaming potato pancakes, and fried potatoes. sausages, and most importantly, roast beef that's charred on the outside and tender on the inside. "Yorkshire puddings without roast beef are always a little less flavourful. Thank you to our most dedicated house elves – especially you, Coco – for their We prepared these perfect meals."

Everyone was so happy. They had all been informed that they would be eating their own food - "So for your own good, be careful, ladies and gentlemen, don't add too much salt." - and did not anticipate the generous side dishes.

"Food and oil." Anthony took a bite of his Yorkshire pudding and said with emotion, "It always gives people a lot of comfort."

The students were already full when he announced that ice cream and cake would follow.

"You should have said it earlier, Professor!" Midgen shouted dissatisfied.

"I don't want to disturb your meal." Anthony said with a smile, "It doesn't matter. Those who can't eat can bring a dessert back to the dormitory. Remember to use the heat preservation charm."

…

That afternoon it was known to everyone that the fourth year Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs had cooked a feast of their own.

"... Pudding paired with roast beef is delicious." A student who took the Muggle Studies class gesticulated with excitement and shared the brownies he brought back with his friends.

Anthony is surprised to find that his reputation in the school has reached a new level. Within a day, the whole school seemed to know him. Professor Burbage even came over to take away his recipe, intending to let the senior students try it too.

"The students are very interested," she said. "It's really yours, Henry. Someone even asked me today if I could sit in on the third and fourth grade classes."

"It seems like everyone enjoys eating," Anthony said.