The King of Flags at Hogwarts

After chasing away Hawke and dissuading the unicorn, Poppy took out another Blast-tailed Shell.

What was that saying again? Right, cut off the head and tail and gulp it down in one go, crunchy and chicken-flavored.

Hmm, this thing doesn't seem to have a head. No rush, let's do a live dissection first!

Oh, these are the sensory organs, these are the magic storage organs, this is the digestive tract...

Wow, that's a mouth! I thought it was a butt!

Wow, there's so much meat here!

Hehehe, so you're really straightforward. Being straightforward is good, because you can't hide filth.

Wow, is this a mind-body integrated device? I'll try it later!

After the dissection was completed, Bobby was confident.

Since it's seafood, the best way to try it is sashimi!

Yes, the stench of the fried snail mainly comes from the outer membrane, which will grow into a hard shell later, so it needs to be scraped off first.

Looking at this white and bouncy meat, it probably won't taste bad! She thought of the serpent monster meat from her school days and couldn't help but shudder.

It's okay, she didn't make any promises this time!

Poppy took out her magical artifact, Herpal, and easily sliced ​​off a piece of the fried snail's meat.

Thin as a cicada's wing, crystal clear.

Bobby slurped his saliva and eagerly stuffed it into his mouth.

Tender and smooth! It's just a little... spicy.

Bobby stuck out his tongue and exhaled violently. The spiciness level was probably around level twelve.

Aside from the spiciness, the seafood's natural sweetness, while not top-notch, was still quite good.

Bobby started thinking about how to cook fried snails.

The level of seriousness they displayed was absolutely unprecedented.

To make the spiciness less overpowering, the cooking methods should mostly lean towards making spicy dishes, such as fragrant spicy or numbing spicy.

The spiciness is unusual, seemingly related to the toxicity and flame properties of the fried snail.

toxicity?

What the hell!

Poppy was shocked. She turned the iron pot into a mirror and hurriedly stuck out her tongue to look at herself in the mirror.

In the mirror, her tongue was incredibly swollen, frighteningly red, and covered with white bumps. Yet, even so, she felt no pain, suggesting that her tongue had been numb.

We were careless! We still need to develop an antidote first.

Poppy's Law: The most exquisite delicacies always require the aid of magic potions!

Three days later, Bobby appeared in the principal's office carrying a dish that was fried to a golden brown.

"Bobby's here!" Dumbledore greeted Bobby with a smile. "What's up? Finally showing your face to the world?"

"Hmph!" Bobby threw the tray in his hand directly at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore pointed his finger, and the tray landed steadily on the desk.

"This is?"

"Try it, so you won't keep saying I'm not as considerate as before."

This thing looks like a lobster, but also a bit like a juvenile coconut crab.

However, Bobby is a professional when it comes to food, so I trust her.

Dumbledore scooped up a piece and put it in his mouth.

This is a deep-fried dish. As soon as Dumbledore took a bite, his eyes lit up. It was fresh, fragrant and spicy!

The sweet juice exploded in his mouth, the intense aroma went straight to his head, and the spicy taste revitalized his somewhat dulled taste buds!

"What exactly is this...?"

"Bombtail snail, a newly bred species by Hagrid."

"it is good!"

The next day, Haige excitedly purchased a batch of equipment. The principal announced that the fried snails should be mass-produced!

Meanwhile, Bobby started to have a headache. These little creatures were killing each other, and raising them was a real problem...

She really wanted to taste a ten-foot-long adult fried snail!

Chapter 106 The Schools of Bu and De from Afar

It wasn't until mid-October that Bobby finally dared to appear in the castle in his true form.

For the past month and a half, she has kept a low profile and rarely left her home.

Only when she absolutely has to go out will she wear the faces of Jade, Hermione, Luna, Ginny, Matilda, etc., or simply transform into Fei Fei and take the unconventional route.

Harry Potter was very happy because his godfather was the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Sirius Black, nicknamed "Green Hat," was witty, knowledgeable, and well-liked by the young wizards. However, with Grindelwald and Li Xiaoxiang setting such a high bar, he could only rank fourth among Harry's contemporaries at best.

Who is third?

Remus Lupin.

Jadi Indigo was very happy because Li Xiaoxiang checked into Hogwarts again in early October.

However, this time he came as the Director of the International Magic Cooperation Department to prepare for the Triwizard Tournament.

But what does Li Xiaoxiang's presence here for work have to do with Jie Di?

The preparations for the Triwizard Tournament were quite relaxed, and the professors were even more attentive than Li Xiaoxiang, since it concerned Hogwarts' reputation. Therefore, this man worked a maximum of two hours a day, leaving plenty of time to accompany Lin Daiyu to enjoy the scenery and recite poetry.

At the end of the month, the day finally arrived for the arrival of the delegation led by Beauxbatton and Durmstrang.

All classes ended half an hour early, and the young wizards came outside the castle to greet the guests from afar.

More than a thousand people stood in a line in front of the castle, with Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall at the very front.

The first to arrive was Beauxbatons' giant carriage pulled by flying horses.

Ron looked at the carriage, which resembled a small house, and exclaimed, "Wow, that's huge!"

As the carriage came to a stop and the beautiful Mrs. Maxim stepped down, Ron exclaimed again, "Wow, she's so tall!"

Harry nodded in agreement: "Mrs. Maxim is almost as tall as Hagrid."

“No, Harry,” Hermione corrected, “Mrs. Maxime is taller than Hagrid.”

Mrs. Maxime walked briskly toward Dumbledore, who warmly greeted her with a kiss on the hand.

Although Mrs. Maxim was tall, she was incredibly elegant. She waved gently behind her, "My student."

A dozen or so students dressed in light blue silk robes got off the carriage and stood in a row.

"Honestly, they didn't even cast a warm spell on themselves. Look how frozen they are."

"Quiet down, Harry, that's very rude of you!"

Madam Maxim glanced at her students, then at the large, orderly array of young wizards at Hogwarts, and her lips twitched. "Professor Dumbledore, Hogwarts is becoming more and more prosperous. The number of students has exceeded a thousand, which is a feat that no other magic school has been able to achieve."

"You're too kind, Madam. It's all thanks to that child."

Mrs. Maxim narrowed her eyes slightly: "Bobby Evans? Where is she now? I want to see the child."

Dumbledore turned to look at Professor McGonagall, who shook her head slightly and pursed her lips. "She's not in the castle..."

"Look, what is that?"

A student from Beauxbatons pointed to the sky in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

A dark figure rushed rapidly towards their location.

“It’s Bobby!” Ron said softly. “She’s flying with Hawke on her back again?”

“No, Ron,” the super-corrector pointed out his error, “Bobby didn’t fly by herself, she sat on Hawke’s back.”

"How could this be... Merlin's beard! Hawke is actually a magical creature?"

Hawke was jet black, without a single stray hair, and had beautifully defined muscles; he was clearly a fine steed.

At this moment, its four hooves ignited with fire, and it came flying through the air.

Bobby, dressed in a formal robe, sat sideways on Hawk's back, displaying the utmost ladylike manners.

This is why Hermione could tell at a glance that Bobby wasn't "flying with Hawke"—because you can't hold him if you're sitting sideways.

However, those familiar with Poppy had very strange expressions on their faces at this moment. Wasn't it a bit too late for this girl to try to salvage her image at this point?

The Steel Angels dance featured in The Daily Prophet has become a sensation across Europe, and that issue of The Daily Prophet went on a 40,000-copy reprint!

The strange thing is, as soon as Bobby showed up, everyone was thinking about whether she was ladylike or not, and whether her dancing was good or not. No one thought that Bobby was late.

Hawke quickly descended and landed steadily on the ground. Although Dumbledore was curious as to why the pony he had watched grow up could suddenly fly, receiving guests was clearly the most important thing at the moment.

Bobby dismounted, and Mrs. Maxim carefully examined the beautiful girl.

The winged horses behind her knelt down at the same time, causing the huge carriage to make a loud "bang".

Maxim turned around, and she was very surprised, not because of Pegasus, but because her beloved disciple Fleur Delacour was trembling all over, clenching her teeth and trying her best to stop herself from kneeling down.

Mrs. Maxim rushed to Fleur's side and helped her steady herself: "Child, what's wrong?"

Fleur's face was pale. She looked in Bobby's direction and, with some help, finally gave Bobby a half-bow, softly murmuring, "Your Majesty."

After performing the ceremony, Furong instantly felt relieved, even though others couldn't recognize that it was a ceremony.

The moment Fleur stepped off the carriage, Ron had already "fallen for someone else," and even when Bobby suddenly appeared, he quickly turned his attention back to Fleur.

"Harry, look at that girl, is she feeling unwell?"

"Ron!" Hermione tugged hard at Ron, bringing him back to his senses. "It's obvious that girl has Veela blood! Have you forgotten that during the World Cup final, all the Veelas knelt before Poppy?"