The Magical Food God of Hogwarts

Chapter 107 Who says chefs can't fight?

Lucas’s request was immediately granted. He received a clean kitchen counter, stove, a full set of cooking utensils, and all the ingredients he needed, including five slaughtered British native Gressingham Ducks.

Lucas was very satisfied with this duck. It was a meat duck breed created by crossbreeding wild ducks with a wild flavor with larger Peking ducks. It was characterized by its juicy and tender meat, with abundant breast meat and less fat, making it very suitable for whole duck dishes.

The Hogwarts kitchen is being used today to make English roast duck.

With everything prepared, Lucas changed into a pristine white apron, put on his chef's hat, and carefully tucked his hair in. He took a deep breath, his expression serious, his hazel eyes gleaming with a sharp light.

A confident and commanding young chef stands in the center of Hogwarts kitchen.

This sudden change in demeanor caused the house-elves around him to involuntarily lower their heads and await his command.

But Lucas didn't start immediately. Instead, he went to other counters to observe the cooking process again, focusing on the application of "food spells".

A house-elf was placing a freshly slaughtered and bled duck onto a cutting board when he saw Lucas approaching and immediately stopped, flustered.

"Dear Mr. McGregor, is there something wrong with my operation?"

Lucas looked at the duck that hadn't been plucked yet, wondering why it had been placed there, but he didn't speak immediately. He simply said, "Please continue, let me see."

The little elf hesitated for a moment, then with a "pop," like a balloon deflating, the duck's feathers suddenly swelled up and then fluttered off its body, piling up in a basket on the side as the little elf's fingers danced around.

A clean duck, without a single stray feather, lay on the cutting board.

Pepper couldn't help but squeal and wrapped herself up tightly in her feathers, as if afraid the little elf would do the same to her.

The little elf stopped again, looking nervously at Lucas, wanting to hear his opinion.

Lucas's eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't noticed it last time he came. So, the "Food Charm" included magic that could directly remove feathers from poultry? It seemed he had to start studying "Hufflepuff's Kitchen Notebook" properly.

Seeing the little elf still staring at him expectantly, Lucas nodded: "You did very well, continue."

The little elf felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and Lanqi and the others around him also breathed a sigh of relief. Then they saw him wave his finger and gently tap the duck's abdomen.

With a soft thud, the duck's belly suddenly deflated.

When the little elf directed a kitchen knife to cut open the duck's belly, Pepper couldn't help but exclaim, "Holysh!"

it!

The duck's belly was clean and tidy, with clearly visible ribs, and all the internal organs were completely gone! Not even the fat and membranes surrounding the internal organs remained!

Seeing Lucas deep in thought, Lanchi quickly explained, "This is the Visceral Vanishing Charm, sir! We use this to process all animal entrails, unless it's like the kidney pie you just ate, which requires entrails as an ingredient. Otherwise, we use this spell to make the animal entrails disappear."

The Internal Organs Vanishing Curse!

Lucas's eyes flickered. He had read about it in a book. Among the curses of dark magic, there was one called the "Gut-Pulling Curse," which was described as insane and extremely cruel.

But now, which is more cruel: removing the intestines or emptying the entire abdominal cavity?

The insights I gained this morning echoed in my mind once again: spells are inanimate, but people are alive. No spell in this world has a fixed purpose; how to use it depends entirely on the wizard himself.

Cooking magic, used from a different angle, becomes combat magic, or even cruel curses. Therefore, those bloody dark magic spells, used in a different way, can also become cooking magic!

Just as I'm about to experiment with—

Lucas watched for a while longer and saw the little elf make dense holes in the skin of the raw duck, and then use the "kitchen knife cutting spell" to chop a large amount of fresh sage leaves into powder, and then mix them with salt, black pepper and minced pork to make the filling.

Watching the sharp kitchen knife dance in the air, flipping and gleaming, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if this knife fell on an enemy.

Lucas silently recited the mantra in his mind.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, hand makes ruler, quick knife cleaves. Slice beef and lamb horizontally, chicken lengthwise, pork diagonally, fish in flower shapes. Pinch the head, pinch the waist, separate the chest and back, slice the crevices, guide the blade...

Criticizing Xi Dao, like a skilled butcher dissecting an ox. What would happen if I used magic to summon a blade that could penetrate without gaps, piercing the enemy's body with lightning speed, traversing their meridians and bones?

Ah, I understand! I understand now!!!

Who says chefs can't fight?

Lucas was filled with excitement, muttering incantations, his eyes gleaming with a cold light, his fingers trembling slightly as he imagined drawing his favorite sword and controlling it with magic. The elves trembled with fear, and Pepper's feathers stood on end; she found Lucas terrifying in this moment.

Fortunately, Lucas suppressed his thoughts and continued to observe the sprite finishing stuffing the duck's belly, then skewering the duck on a rotating fork and pushing it into the oven. The sprite pointed again, and the fire flickered, the twisting heat beginning to rotate, enveloping the roasted duck inside.

It was a fire manipulation spell.

Lanchi explained the spell to him, and indeed, the principle was exactly the same as what Professor Quirrell had done before—the application of Transfiguration to fire. However, Professor Quirrell's technique was more sophisticated, because house-elves control the fire that was already in the furnace, while Professor Quirrell first summoned the fire with a fire charm and then controlled it with Transfiguration.

He truly lives up to his reputation as a professor. From now on, I must seek his guidance every Saturday.

With his thoughts confirmed one by one, Lucas stopped watching and returned to his stove, pulling out his wand.

First, I need to practice the Fire Charm and master it completely.

The syllables, gestures, and key points of the fire spell taught by Professor Quirrell flashed clearly through Lucas's mind as he waved his maple wand.

"Incendio!"

With a crackling sound, the air at the tip of the wand twisted, and a series of sparks shot out, but that was all; the spell failed.

Lucas thought for a moment and realized that there were still gaps in his syllables and gestures, so he tried again.

"Flames are raging!"

A strange, gurgling sound followed, as if the tip of the wand had released a series of loud farts. Then, a ball of flame burst open with a "poof" and disappeared.

Pepper laughed loudly, "Shit, bro! You're such a loser, your wand has diarrhea!"

Before Lucas could speak, Lanchi shrieked angrily, "You're not allowed to insult Mr. McGregor!"

He pointed, and with a snap, Pepper's beak snapped shut as if glued shut.

"Waaaaah—" Pepper quickly waved her arms and legs, using body language to express her sincere repentance.

Lucas had Lanchi untie Pepper, and this time Pepper obediently shut her beak and dared not utter any more nonsense.

Seeing this, Lucas once again marveled at the power of house-elves; their fingers were wands, and they didn't even need to chant spells to cast them! If absolute loyalty to wizards weren't ingrained in their blood, the social structure of the magical world would probably be completely reversed.

He calmed himself down and reviewed the spell casting process once again.

The spell "Blazing Flames" is actually not difficult. It is included in "Standard Spells, Beginner" and is a spell that first-year students should learn. It is easier than "Petrify All".

However, most students, after learning it, treat it as a simple fire spell and don't study or practice it further. They don't realize the immense power this simple fire spell can unleash in the hands of a high-level wizard.

Conversely, I cannot allow the awe-inspiring scene of Professor Quirrell using the Fire Charm that I witnessed to influence me, since it was ultimately just a simple first-level spell.

Mobilize your will, emotions, and desires to keep the incantation flowing smoothly and accurately replicate the spell-casting gestures.

I'm sure I'll be fine! "Blazing Flames!"

Whoosh! A fireball the size of a basketball shot out from the tip of the wand, striking the dry firewood in the stove, and flames instantly rose with a crackling sound.

"Mr. McGregor succeeded!" Lance exclaimed. "Mr. McGregor is amazing!"

Lucas blushed slightly, and Pepper couldn't help but whisper in his ear, "Seriously, where did you find this kind of brainless fan?"

"Ahem..." Lucas coughed awkwardly. "Thank you, Lanchi. Don't shout. It's just a simple spell. I still need to practice more."

Indeed, succeeding once is a good start, but there's still a long way to go before becoming proficient. I need to practice more over the next week to meet Professor Quirrell's requirements.

Hurry up and practice the next spell; that's the main event.

So Lucas asked Lanchi for help, and he used a hair removal spell and an internal organ removal spell to treat them. Five naked Gresingham ducks were lined up on the cutting board.

"Mr. McGregor, are you making roast duck too?" Lanchi asked curiously.

"It's similar to Peking duck; it's a whole duck dish stuffed with filling," Lucas said with a smile. "You can watch the cooking process first, and I'll give you the recipe later."

Upon hearing this, not only was Lanchi very excited, but the house-elves around him also gathered around.

He raised his golden maple wand once more, aiming it at the first one.

This time, the knowledge gained from the diary flowed through my mind, and the key points of the spell flashed clearly through my mind.

Lucas took a breath and said, "Let's begin."

"Pulling out the tendons and bones!"

Curse: Bone-Draining Curse!

An invisible force surged from the tip of the cane, like an unseen finger, piercing under the skin of the duck's neck and rapidly sliding along the skeleton. But the force was out of control; the duck skin suddenly tore open at the spine, and several ribs, along with the flesh, exploded, splattering blood and bits of meat all over the cutting board.

"Shit!" Pepper jumped up in fright, staring at the grotesque, bony duck. "What kind of design is this? Cthulhu, huh?!"

Lucas quickly waved his wand: "Clean it up!"

The failed duck, along with its bones, flesh, and blood, vanished completely, and the place finally no longer resembled a scene of destruction.

Even the house-elves were stunned.

"Sir, what kind of cooking magic is this? There's no such spell in the food magic book."

Yes, there's no such entry in *Hufflepuff's Kitchen Notebook*, or rather, Hufflepuff didn't invent any similar culinary magic. Because British cuisine doesn't have dishes that are so delicate, requiring complete deboning.

However, it's absolutely true that how the spell is applied is entirely up to the wizard. This curse, if used correctly, can be a perfect cooking magic for removing bones!

"I've only just acquired this magic myself, and I need to practice it repeatedly," Lucas explained. "And this dish requires completely removing all the bones from the duck, leaving not a single one, while ensuring that the skin is completely intact."

He set his sights on the next duck.

"I need to practice many times."

After all, the Bone Extraction Curse is much more difficult than the Fire Charm. The diary also says that this curse was created by its owner and cannot be learned at Hogwarts. If compared with the difficulty of the textbook, it must be at least level three or four.

"Pulling out the tendons and bones!"

Lucas touched the duck's neck with his wand, imagining the spell traveling down the skeleton. Then, with a snap, the entire duck wing came off by the roots, and the skeleton was torn in half, along with a lot of fascia.

"————Again."

The third duck.

The spell flashed, and this time half of the bone was pulled out, but not completely removed. In the end, half of the duck's skeleton disappeared, while the remaining half was stuck firmly in the flesh.

Lucas spat out his saliva, thinking that wasting ingredients like this was not a solution.

"Never mind, I'll debone it using the normal method first and make this dish. I can practice later."

Just as he was about to reach out, Lanchi called out, "Mr. McGregor, you only need to practice this spell with ducks, there are no requirements regarding the quality of the ducks, right?"

Lucas shook his head, puzzled. "I have no specific requirements. Other ingredients with small bones are fine too, but it's not good to keep wasting food like this..."

""

"Lanchi has a solution, sir!" Lanchi said excitedly. "Lanchi can help!"

He eagerly stretched out his finger and tapped a duck hard.

The duck twisted and turned, and Lucas saw a blur before his eyes, and one duck turned into two ducks!

With another tap, two ducks became four! Four became eight, and in no time, a huge pile of ducks had accumulated in front of Lucas!

Lucas's eyes widened. "Is this even possible?!"

"This is the Copy Spell! Mr. McGregor!" Lance said proudly. "We can use this spell to make our ingredients multiply infinitely!"

"We also have the enlargement spell!" He pointed again, and the duck seemed to inflate rapidly, becoming half the size of a person! Such a duck lying on the cutting board was truly terrifying.

"To be of assistance to the esteemed Mr. McGregor," Lanchi said, puffing out his chest. "The first of the five exceptions to Gump's fundamental laws of transmutation is that a wizard cannot conjure food that meets the nutritional needs of the human body out of thin air."

"However, once you have some food, you can use magic to make it replicate and multiply, or make it bigger!"

"Legend has it that the great wizard Merlin fed King Arthur's entire army with just a sack of barley!"

"This is one of the most remarkable food charms. As long as you master this copying charm, a wizard will not starve to death, sir."

Lucas was stunned; this completely overturned his worldview. He asked eagerly, "Then, Lanchi, can we also directly replicate and increase the quantity of prepared food?"

"For example, here, we only need to make one grilled steak, and then use it as a template to get an infinite number of grilled steaks using a copy charm?!"

If that's the case, then the purpose of chefs would be greatly diminished! In pure theory, all that's needed is one top chef who can use their dishes as templates, and then have the wizards endlessly replicate them, and then there would be no need for any other chefs!

Food is no longer art, but has become a mass-produced replica, and the people who cook food have been replaced by incantations...

The ideal of bringing warmth to others and happiness to himself through cooking was shattered, and for Lucas, it was like the sky had fallen!