A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 527 The Taste of Roast Chicken

"Don't worry, the roast chicken I make will definitely taste extraordinary!" Rogge patted his chest and declared confidently, "Trust me, there will be no problem!"

Hermione raised an eyebrow with a teasing smile on her lips: "I don't believe it."

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

"Originally I wanted to make beggar's chicken, but..." He looked around at the snow-covered world and shrugged, "Obviously this damn weather doesn't allow it. I can't find the right clay and fragrant lotus leaves in the Forbidden Forest, and Hogsmeade doesn't have those various seasonings."

"so what?"

"Hey, I remember the recipe for honey apple roast chicken, it's more suitable for your taste." Roger smiled brightly, "My 'superb' cooking skills will never fail."

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

"Wait!" Roger shouted hurriedly, "How about going to the Hog'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: "Do you want me to get you Aberforth's oven?"

"That's not necessary." Roger shook his head in disdain. "His oven is simply a coal kiln. I wouldn't touch it even if it was given to me for free."

As he spoke, he waved his wand and whispered, "God's sword has no shadow!"

The 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 quipped, "I hope your cooking skills are as good as your magic."

"Please wait and see, ladies!" he said with a confident smile.

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

Hagrid's facial wound has not healed recently. This big guy must have hidden his giant brother Grawp in the Forbidden Forest. Roger sighed and cursed inwardly: "I really don't know what's in his big head."

Giants are creatures with terrible tempers, and they would pick up stones and hit each other at will. They would not hesitate to hit anyone if they could kill them.

It is now the cold winter, and food in the forest has become extremely scarce. Both herbivores and centaurs have to find a way to survive.

Given the giant's size, he would definitely need tons of food every day. He didn't want Hermione and Ariana to enter the Forbidden Forest and accidentally run into the hungry, stupid and dangerous giant.

The reason for fleecing Aberforth was quite reliable and did not arouse any suspicion from the two men.

Roger sat cross-legged at the door of the igloo and stuffed the cut apples into the chicken's stomach. Then, he took the blended oil and honey and gave the chicken a full-scale massage.

"Hmm..." He frowned suddenly, as if thinking about something important, "Something is missing..." He snapped his fingers suddenly, "Right! I should sprinkle some more salt, so that the sweetness can be more prominent."

He shook his head with a little regret, thinking of a certain posture of sprinkling salt with elbow joints and hands like chicken claws, which was enchanting and coquettish. If there was some gold foil, a roast chicken would cost at least 5000 Galleons.

Gazing at the peaceful snow scene in front of him, the gloom accumulated in his chest slowly came out with his breath. He suddenly laughed and reached out to catch the snowflakes that were slowly falling in front of him, as if he wanted to capture this fleeting beautiful moment.

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

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling window was a vast expanse of white forest and snow. The flames in the fireplace danced happily, making the entire room warm.

The crackling sound of burning pine wood could be heard from time to time. He wrapped himself in a blanket and sank comfortably into the sofa chair.

Yuumi lazily jumped up, purring with satisfaction. It stepped on its owner and slowly curled itself up into a furry ball.

Yuumi seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, taking up more and more space. Finally, it pushed Roger down and occupied the entire blanket and reclining sofa.

boom!
The fruit tree hit the snow heavily, and the flying snow splashed on Roger's face. He opened his blank eyes in a trance and yawned with an unsatisfied look.

"This is applewood, but Aberforth said cherrywood is best for smoking." Ariana pointed to two piles of wood, one large and one small, and looked at him with suspicion: "I always feel that your roast chicken is unreliable."

"Don't jump to conclusions, Miss Ariana." Roger raised his eyebrows and said, "Maybe I'm not as good as your brother at making porridge, but I can't say for sure about roasted chicken."

He expertly cut the fruit wood into lengths of suitable size, as if he were trimming potion materials, and then piled them in the dug pit.

"Wingardi Leviosa," he whispered.

Under the control of the magic wand, the chicken slowly rose up 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 half-jokingly said, "If Professor Flitwick saw you using the Levitation Charm to roast a chicken, he would probably trot all the way from the castle to deduct points from you."

"Ha, then he must have been attracted by the aroma of the roasted chicken. Once he takes a bite, he can't help but give me points."

"Tsk, how shameless." Although Hermione said stubbornly, she couldn't take her eyes away from the slowly rotating roast chicken.

The olive oil and honey shone alluringly on the snow, like a layer of crystal coat.

As the temperature rises, the apples hidden in the chicken's stomach begin to emit a sweet fruity aroma. This aroma blends perfectly with the fresh scent of burning fruit wood, drifting in the cold air, making people salivate.

"Be careful, don't let it burn!" Hermione reminded nervously, "Oops, you didn't sew up the cut on the chicken butt! The apple is going to slide out."

Ariana also said: "The flame is getting weaker, add more firewood..."

Faced with the two ladies' chatter, Rogge felt a little flustered and had difficulty concentrating. The roasted chicken suspended in the air also began to shake due to the fluctuation of magic power.

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

His suggestion finally distracted the two from talking about every detail of the roast chicken. Hermione and Ariana began to transform the snow around them into exquisite dinner plates, occasionally discussing the shapes and patterns with each other.

The cold winter snow, the fiery flames, and a golden roasted chicken with a fruity aroma made the scene look like a colorful oil painting. The three of them sniffed the aroma of the roasted chicken in the air and swallowed their saliva at the same time.

As Shen Feng Wuying cut open the belly of the roast chicken, the juicy chicken and shiny apple pieces immediately rushed to emit glowing hot steam, as if showing off their deliciousness to everyone.

"It smells so good!" Hermione couldn't help licking her lips and quickly raised her knife and fork. "Rogge, since you finally realized your mistake, Alia and I will reluctantly accept this roast chicken!!"

The two women looked at each other, and Ariana suddenly took away the tray of roast chicken. Hermione used the spring water and ice spell to seal the entrance of the igloo with a whole block of ice.

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

Then he saw them smilingly raising their wands and making small holes in the igloo for ventilation.

"How can it be considered eating alone if there are only two of us eating?"

The aroma and heat of the roasted chicken gushed out through the small holes, along with the unladylike sounds of the two of them chewing.

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

Although he was caught off guard by their sneak attack, he was happy that his roast chicken was recognized.

"Rogge! Let us out!" Hermione was like a little lion trapped in a cage behind the transparent ice door, staring at the other roast chicken in Rogge's hand.

Sizzle...Roger bit off the chicken leg, and the tender meat juice splashed on the ice door. Roger licked the corner of his mouth with his tongue and pretended to apologize: "Oh, I was so careless. I promise, I will take a slower bite next time."

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

Repaired to its original state...the ice gate remains motionless.

The flames are blazing!

Clear water like a spring, cold wind freezing...

The magic spells were fighting on both sides of the ice gate, but Roger seemed to be out of the matter, leisurely enjoying his roast chicken.

Seeing the last piece of apple being gracefully put into his mouth, tears suddenly welled up in Hermione's eyes, as if the last roast chicken in the world had been swallowed by Rogge.

"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: "Rogge, give me back my roast chicken!"

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

Before Roger could finish his words, Hermione interrupted him angrily: "No two roast chickens in the world are exactly the same!"

Her voice was so sonorous that it seemed as if she were reciting the sacred Gamp's Law of Transfiguration.

Ariana couldn't help laughing and picked up the fallen roast chicken. Looking at the two people playing on the snow, she smiled and returned to the warm igloo to enjoy this quiet meal alone.

"You... um..." Roger was bitten by Hermione in revenge. He quickly unbuttoned his robe and wrapped her in his arms.

"Um……"

"Scream!" He stared at Hermione with ill intent, and a strange stimulation echoed between the nostrils of both of them.

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 the heat increased, gradually becoming anxious and white-hot.

boom!
Suddenly, a dull sound of footsteps came from the depths of the forbidden forest, like a huge rock rolling down from a high mountain. It shook the snow on the treetops and caused the birds in the nests to flee in panic.

Along with it came the deep, vague, not-so-intelligent giant language: "Food...delicious..."

"Don't panic, I'm here!" Roger's voice was firm and calm. He turned and pressed Hermione under him, while looking up to tell Ariana not to come out.

His hand fumbled between them, and Hermione couldn't help screaming. Finally, he caught the wand along the retractable magic line: "Faint."

The spell hit Grawp accurately as he rushed towards it, but as if by some kind of mischief, the stunning spell only dazed Grawp for a few seconds.

"I'll help..." Hermione struggled in her school robes, trying to get up and join the fight, but she couldn't help but let out a low moan because of the intense movement.

"I'll be in charge of the movement, and you'll be in charge of keeping steady." Rogge deliberately lowered the power of the spell so that he could continue to cast it and make people fall to the ground in a daze.

Hermione gradually understood Roger's trick and immediately cursed shyly, "Asshole!"

"Collapsed."

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

"I shouldn't have come to eat your roast chicken." Hermione wrapped herself in her robe, blushing and glaring at him fiercely.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her cheeks were flushed with an unnatural blush, and she obviously knew that the two of them had just been secretly flirting.

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 over 20 feet tall. This guy is just a stunted little guy among the giants."

"Little guy?!" Ariana and Hermione exclaimed in unison, and immediately covered their mouths subconsciously for fear of waking it up.

Ariana lowered her voice and asked, "If that's the case, then Hagrid isn't even a giant?"

"Well, there's no problem with his 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 in front of pure-blooded giants, he looks more like a troll."

Hermione's body shuddered involuntarily when she heard the word "troll". Although her magic ability had improved greatly, she was still afraid of those little-headed guys with sticks in her heart.

"You suspect it's related to Hagrid?" she asked sharply. "From the perspective of height, this big guy with a head directly on his shoulders and no neck does look similar to Hagrid."

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

He pointed at the broken rope on Grawp's body and reminded him, "Perhaps the roasted chicken smelled so good that it stimulated him to break free from the rope and run 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 Roger's fruit and honey roast chicken was much better than those at the Three Broomsticks and the Hog's Head.

As the weakened version of the stupor wore off, Grawp's nostrils, as big as the gate, snorted. Its limbs began to tremble slightly, and it seemed to be waking up.

"Giants' resistance to magic is more terrifying than that of trolls, even higher than that of dragons. Therefore, Hagrid, who has the blood of giants, can raise and cultivate so many dangerous magical animals." Rogge explained as he cast a stun spell on it again.

When he cast the spell just now, he was just trying to increase the excitement between them, so he was not serious. Now, as the magic power increased, Grawp immediately fell into a deeper coma.

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

"If we make its skin 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 to it.

Considering that Hagrid later succeeded in influencing this big guy, Roger also gave up the idea of ​​​​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.

(End of this chapter)