The years of welding at Hogwarts

Looking at the group of students in front of him who were squatting on the ground in an advanced magical posture, that is, a half-squat position with their feet crossed in front and behind, Buggy cast his eyes towards a turkey in the stands.

But Noah was sleeping soundly and didn't notice the looks of his employees at all.

Lying on Fox's soft and slightly fluffy thick hair, the little turkey lazily turned himself over so that the bright sun hanging high in the sky could shine on him more evenly.

Although I was unable to walk happily past those hard-working students who were standing at attention and sweating profusely under the scorching sun, holding a glass of iced drink or fruit in my hand, as a human being.

This made Noah feel a little regretful.

But it was also nice to be able to be like this now, when the students were squatting on the ground listening to the instructor's lecture in a very miserable manner, and he, who did not need to participate in the training, could sleep peacefully on Fox's head, with her flowing long hair arranged into a comfortable bird's nest.

This somewhat made up for Noah's regret——

When he was still a poor college student, unfortunately, in the second year when he could watch his younger classmates undergo military training, a sweeping virus disaster occurred, so he stayed at home and took online classes for a whole year.

After he had spent this stolen year of college life, he encountered the delayed start of school for freshmen.

In previous years, school started in September, and freshmen would undergo military training in the first week after enrollment. However, that year, the return to school was delayed until after the long vacation in early October, and only then did these freshmen start to report to school.

The final result was that the freshmen were lucky enough to avoid the summer training at the beginning of the semester and instead wait until the end of the semester to undergo winter training.

By the time the freshmen started their military training, Mr. Shafulin had already finished his final exams and took the high-speed rail back to his home, which was hundreds of kilometers away from the school.

I once again missed the great opportunity to watch the freshmen's military training with a cold drink and some fruit in my hand.

After finally reaching the last year of his college career, when the freshmen finally resumed their summer training, Mr. Shafulin was already preparing for many matters related to the recruitment interview. At the same time, he was still pondering over his final graduation thesis. He was ready to shock his mentor with a little academic garbage before leaving the ivory tower of the university to accept the beating of society.

Damn it, in four years of college, he didn’t even have a chance to watch the freshmen’s military training!

I can only be watched by seniors!

How could the great Lord Shafulin accept this?

Due to the dazzling sunlight from the sun hanging high in the sky, Bucky, who was not wearing tactical goggles and could hardly open his eyes, could not see the figures in the stands at all.

Therefore, he didn't know whether his unscrupulous boss noticed his gaze.

But Bucky doesn't care about that.

"Today's lunch will be a little special compared to the past."

"Your meal will not be in the Hogwarts Great Hall. At noon today, we will go to the Forbidden Forest for a unique picnic."

Hearing what Buggy said, the active Gryffindor little lions almost couldn't hold back their excitement and wanted to cheer loudly. Fortunately, the ten days of rigorous training finally allowed them to control this impulse in their hearts.

They knew that if they dared to make a fuss during the instructor's speech, this cold-faced and ruthless devil instructor would definitely make them squat in this horrible magical posture for half an hour before going to the forbidden forest for a picnic.

"All meals for this picnic will be prepared by you yourselves. The house elves in the kitchen will only be responsible for providing you with enough ingredients for you to use your creativity."

“It will be up to you to decide what dishes you want to cook and how you want them prepared.”

"Every ten people will be responsible for one dining table. You can form teams freely without being restricted by the original grade groups."

Bucky's voice drifted far away in the empty Quidditch field.

Thanks to the fact that all the students were in a state of complete silence.

Even without the blessing of a loud voice, his voice easily traveled dozens of meters to the ears of all the professors.

Snape couldn't help but think of the first-year Potions class that Noah had temporarily taken over during the time he was away from Hogwarts.

So, is Noah planning to let the first-year students get familiar with various cooking utensils and methods of processing ingredients by introducing them to cooking methods before they officially start their first Potions class?

Essentially, brewing a magic potion and making a pot of Cantonese-style soup are similar in nature.

Both require an open stew pot, and both need to be cooked slowly over low heat to release the nutrients of the ingredients to the maximum extent. They also require a high degree of patience and precise control of the heat.

The process of processing food ingredients also has many similarities with processing potion materials.

For example, the first potion that first-year students will encounter in Potions class - a potion to cure scabies - requires crushed dried snake teeth in its preparation process.

There doesn't seem to be much difference between crushing dried snake teeth and adding them to the cauldron and crushing peppercorns and adding them as a seasoning during cooking.

Big difference.

In addition to crushing dried snake fangs, the process of cutting ingredients is also very similar to some potion processing processes that require cutting techniques.

Isn’t it all about cutting vegetables?

There are also preparations before brewing the potion, such as cleaning the test tubes and crucibles. Isn't this just like cleaning the pot before cooking?

All I can say is that the subject of potions can be seen as a combination of chemistry and cooking.

"Everyone! Get ready to sing the school song!"

After hearing what Buggy said, Professor McGonagall immediately cooperated by pulling out her wand and using the exploding magic fireworks to form rows of clear lyrics in the air.

"Which square makes the loudest sound will be the first to set off to the Forbidden Forest and have priority in choosing the ingredients and seasonings you will use for lunch!"

"Remember, don't waste food. If too much food is wasted, it will affect your assessment score after the training."

"Now! Set! Sing!"

As Bucky finished his words, Professor McGonagall waved her wand violently, and the fireworks exploding in the air started the school song chorus on the Quidditch field.

In order to get the priority to start first, almost every student used all his strength to maximize the sound produced by his vocal cords.

The sudden burst of sound was like thunder in the plain, which directly woke up a fat turkey that was sleeping soundly.

Noah, who was sleeping on Fox's head, jumped up and rubbed his sleepy eyes. "What's up? Is dinner ready?"

When the vision in the picture gradually became clear, Noah also saw the familiar scene in front of him. A smile appeared in his eyes, which contained a bit of gloating and a hint of bad taste.

Once upon a time, he was just like those little bastards at Hogwarts. The entire company squatted at the gate of the canteen of the military training base, singing military songs loudly and waiting for the instructors to announce the start of dinner.

Looking at the students in front of her, Professor McGonagall showed a smile on her face just like Noah, but it was not a malicious smile, but a smile of relief and genuine happiness for the performance of these students.

"Good! That's it! Very spirited!"

However, the leading professors of each grade were obviously not that satisfied with the performance of their students.

They had left the stands without knowing when and returned to the formation of the grade they were leading.

At this moment, Professor Flitwick was standing next to the fourth-year students, his face flushed as he shouted, "Louder! I can't hear you!"

No one knew how, with his short stature, he could produce such a loud volume that could cover the choir of the square formation without relying on his loud voice.

"You want to be a wizard even if you're so quiet!?"

"Two Weasley boys! You are not allowed to use the [Loud Voice] cheat!"

Even Snape, who was usually aloof, was infected by such an atmosphere. His sinister voice rang in the ears of every student. This was obviously a kind of voice transmission magic that was far more advanced than [loud voice].

"You have the largest number of students in your grade. If your numerical advantage is not enough to allow you to set off first, then you don't have to participate in the lunch picnic. Go to the Black Lake and dig earthworms to eat."

Facts have proved that Snape's simple and rough threat method is the most effective method compared to Professor Flitwick's provocative encouragement method and Professor Sprout's gentle persuasion.

The square formation composed of fifth-year students released a sound wave that was almost twice as loud as their original volume at that moment. Their voices echoed over the entire Quidditch field, and the momentum of the other seven square formations was faintly overshadowed by them.

A good chorus turned into a volume contest, and the originally orderly melody and tune became a mess because the students put all their attention on raising their voices.

"Fifth-year students! Stand up! Follow your leading professor!"

In the midst of the chaotic singing, a phalanx broke away from the team and, under the leadership of Snape, headed towards the lush Forbidden Forest in the distance.

This scene further stimulated the remaining students.

No one wanted to be the team that fell behind and had to use the leftover ingredients picked by others for lunch, so they shouted even harder.

Voice cords: This is a high-end game.

Standing in front of the square formation of seventh grade students, Alastor Moody, who had a ferocious look on his face and looked not to be a good person, stared coldly at the group of students he led.

Although he knew that the fifth grade students had the advantage in numbers, he still felt extremely unhappy that the fifth grade students set out before the seventh grade students.

"Boys, if you are not the next team to leave, you will all run around Hogwarts Castle this afternoon!"

"Until then! You are not allowed to stop until your legs are broken! I will be watching and whipping you with Cruciatus from behind!"

Alastor Moody's opening statement was a royal bomb.

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Only a pervert like Moody could say such a thing as whipping students with cruel methods.

None of the seventh-year students dared to take the words of the legendary Auror Moody as a joke. No matter what Moody said, he would never cast the Unforgivable Curse on the students. But no one could be sure whether he would master some vicious magic with an effect similar to the Cruciatus Curse to deal with the students.

Faced with Moody's death threats, the seventh graders roared even harder.

Although these students sang the school song in a disjointed manner, Professor McGonagall's good mood was not affected at all.

"Seventh graders! Stand up!"

Moody said gruffly, "Follow me!"

"Second grade! Let's go!"

A moment later, Bucky's voice rang out again on the Quidditch pitch, "Eighth grade!"

As several teams left, the singing floating on the Quidditch field became much smaller and clearer than when the eight teams gathered together.

Which team's voice was louder and which team's voice was quieter could be heard more clearly by the professors who were still on the Quidditch field.

It wasn't until ten minutes later that the chaotic roar floating over the Quidditch field finally stopped.

The golden sunlight at noon shines on the earth, coating everything on the ground with a layer of golden glow.

In the open space between the Quidditch pitch and the Forbidden Forest, a long, sparse team was marching towards the endless dense forest in the distance.

Every student had a relaxed smile on his or her face.

It was a rare moment for their ruthless chief instructor Barnes to have no intention of disciplining them, nor did he require them to form an orderly formation during the march, nor did he forbid them from talking to each other.

Moreover, a flat road was opened up in advance in the dark forest, where the original road was extremely rugged and complicated, making this journey like a pleasant outing.

Looking at the smiles filled with excitement and anticipation on the students' faces, Noah couldn't help but open his beak again.

What a bunch of innocent little cuties.

Haven't you ever thought about the real meaning of what Instructor Buggy said, "House-elves will only provide you with food"?

After seeing the shocked expressions on the faces of the students when they arrived at the final destination of the picnic and witnessed the truth of the matter, Noah became even more excited.

Thinking of this, Noah couldn't help but use the wings on both sides of his body to wrap two strands of hair of the big turkey under him, and swung it down like a rein.

"Fox! Go! Let's go to the front to watch the show!"

Chapter 295 Wilderness Survival Tips: Hogwarts Forbidden Forest

Walking on the tree-lined path in the Dark Forest that had been cleared in advance by the professors, the Weasley twin brothers were extremely happy and excited, and were full of anticipation for the unique picnic at noon today.

They were not the only ones who thought so. All the Hogwarts students in the long line that stretched for nearly a kilometer along the path also thought so.

"Hey! Cedric, what do you think we should eat later?"

Fred poked a tall and handsome boy walking in front of him with his finger and said, "As the bully of Hufflepuff House, today's lunch is left to you."

"Don't even think about eating ready-made food, you two," Cedric turned around and said to Fred unhappily, "You don't think it's easy to get this lunch today, do you?"

"Isn't it just cooking it yourself?" George said with a nonchalant expression, shrugging his shoulders casually, "What's so difficult about that?"

"The only difficulty is how to make the food taste better." Fred's expression and movements were the same as his twin brother.

Lee Jordan, the twin brothers' good friend and the official commentator of the Hogwarts Quidditch Cup, also joined the conversation.

"It's impossible for us to go hungry anyway. After all, if we just want to fill our stomachs, then we just need to clean and cook the food."

If they are Muggles who have no magical abilities, they may still have trouble making a fire. After all, not everyone has the strong wilderness survival ability like Bear Grylls who can make a fire with just two pieces of wood.

But who among us is not a wizard?

If you can't even perform a clean-up or fire spell in the fourth grade, you'd better drop out of school.

Cedric pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a forced smile with a hint of bitterness, "You don't think that this picnic at noon today is really that easy, do you?"

As the eldest brother of Hufflepuff House, Cedric is only a fourth-year student and not even a prefect yet.

However, his gentle character and willingness to help younger students solve their problems still earned him a high reputation among the younger students in Badger College.

The only one who could surpass Cedric in Badger House was Neville Longbottom, the combat power ceiling of Hufflepuff House besides the professors, who was also known as the God of Thunder.

"What do you mean?"

Jordan, who was not so smart, scratched the dreadlocks on his head.

Wasn't this activity organized by the professors of the school, who took into account the hardship and fatigue of military training and wanted to allow the students to get a good rest and relaxation?

Everyone worked together to prepare a meal that was the result of their hard work, and sat happily around the table, chatting and laughing over the beautiful scenery of the Scottish Highlands in September...