Chapter 285 Young Man, Learn Cooking with Me

It was late at night.

When Anton pushed open the door of the Slytherin lounge, he saw Draco sitting alone on the sofa by the fireplace, staring at the flames in a daze.

Anton thought for a while and sat down on another sofa.

Oh~ Don't say it, sitting on the sofa by the fire in winter is simply a kind of enjoyment.

"As long as there are wins and losses in the game, there are winners and losers. It's no big deal."

Draco pursed his lips, looked up at Anton, and sighed faintly. "I know what you're going to say."

He imitated Anton's tone, with a hint of arrogance in his laziness, "Oh~ would the proud Master Malfoy be discouraged because he lost a game?"

Draco shrugged, with a complicated expression, "Actually, I don't care about winning or losing, and I don't like Quidditch either."

"???" Anton looked at him in surprise, "Really?"

I do not believe.

"I just..." Draco threw the letter in his hand into the fireplace and watched it turn into a flame, "I just had to win."

Anton expressed his incomprehension and was greatly shocked. Is it so dragging?

"Yeah, we must win." Draco didn't know what to think, his face drooped, and his fists were clenched.

"It's about the pride of the pure-blood family, it's about the pride of the Malfoy family, it's about the pride of my parents."

Anton smiled, "What about you?"

Draco had a sullen face and was silent for a long time, then he took a deep breath and lay his head on the back of the sofa, "I just want not to disappoint them."

Apparently, his father was disappointed and wrote a poorly worded letter.

Anton can understand this approach. Some people are born with more burdens than others, and the requirements of the elders will naturally be more stringent. He had seen many videos in his previous life, those children who were born with good fortune lived a more stressful childhood than ordinary people.

This kind of childhood is destructive, but the children who are cultivated can often easily cope with everything in their class after they grow up.

Happiness education is often used to deceive the bottom. The higher the class, the more brutal the competition they need to face.

If you don't advance, you will retreat, and you will not be rich for three generations... Our ancestors left us with too many wise aphorisms.

At this time, it is impossible for him to ask, "Then are you happy?" Hehe, now that the pure blood family has achieved such achievements, is it really only because of the bloodline name? Naturally, it is impossible to rely on happiness.

Especially Draco, as the next generation of the Malfoy family, will not only shoulder the responsibilities of the family in the future, but also provide shelter for the Goyle and Crabbe families.

People who have never experienced this kind of pressure cannot feel it.

Anton didn't say anything, and picked up the simple-looking wine bottle on the table. The exquisite glass horseman relief brought an inexplicable comfortable feeling. Glancing at the label, the alcohol content was 3%, raised his eyebrows, and simply picked up an empty wine glass and poured himself a glass.

He took a sip, not to mention, Draco knows how to enjoy it, this stuff is just right for second graders.

Slightly sour, a little sweet, and a strong aroma of dried fruit.

"This taste..." Anton smacked his mouth, "very appetizing."

Draco tilted his head and glanced at him, "Appetizer?"

"Hmm." Anton drank most of the drink, put down the glass and rubbed his hands, "I'm really hungry."

At this time, I didn't bother to go to the kitchen, so I simply took out a plastic box and a piece of bamboo from the snuff box.

The lid of the plastic box automatically opened and floated aside. Inside was a chicken marinated with spices, with a strange stone luster.

Anton waved his wand and tapped lightly, "The petrification is lifted!"

This was a hen that Hagrid had raised in a large free-range mountain area in a forbidden forest. The meat was soft, tender and chewy.

Anton used the 'separation of flesh and blood' to process the ingredients, and then used the 'Death Curse' to clean up any parasites that might exist on them. Finally, use the 'slow poisoning' technique learned from a black magic potion science book in the restricted area of ​​the library to prepare the spices into a sauce and smear it on the chicken.

In the end, the chicken was preserved with the spell of 'all petrification'.

This trick is good, it is really easier to use than the refrigerator.

Under the power of magic, the bamboo floats into the air, and quickly splits into a stick without any burrs that is two fingers thick. Stand on a stick.

"Armor protection!"

The light of the spell surged on the bamboo frame, flickered for a while, and then disappeared.

Then, the chicken on a stick floated into the fireplace, where it was smoked by the natural flame, and the skin turned brown little by little, and the fat came out.

Draco couldn't hold back anymore, sat up vigorously, and stared at Anton in disbelief, "You learn magic for this?"

"Yes."

Anton stared at the grilled chicken and swallowed, without looking back, "If nothing happens, I might be a cook in the future."

Draco glanced at him, collapsed back on the couch, and sank deep into it. "If only I could be a cook too."

yo~

Anton looked back at him cheerfully, "I didn't expect you to have such a pursuit, boy, come and learn cooking with me!"

"..."

Draco lazily raised his hand and waved it, signaling not to disturb him, he wanted to be quiet.

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was interested. Anton looked very excited, and took out a lot of ingredients from the snuff box again.

"Come on, let's start with the bread."

Draco rolled his eyes and looked at him helplessly, "I was joking."

"Why don't you give it a try? Does learning how to cook affect your ability to be a good Malfoy?"

Draco thought for a while and nodded, "Yes, my mother once said that cooking in the back kitchen is a job for servants. When I was young, I went to the kitchen to watch the house elves cook and was punished for it .”

Anton sneered, "Why, I'm roasting chicken now, so I'm a servant?"

"You know I don't mean that."

"Then sit up, boy, come and learn how to cook with me!"

"..."

Draco sat up and frowned at Anton, "Are you serious?"

Anton smiled, stood up and walked closer with his hands behind his back, staring down at Draco, "Hey, buddy, maybe you should feel the joy of life instead of just being inexplicably proud, that's okay use."

"Believe me, are you proud of someone as good as me?"

Draco stared at him blankly.

"Look out." Anton pulled out his wand and slowly waved the spell-casting gesture he had figured out. "Daisies, sweet cream and sunshine, and some proper flames, and turn them into delicious buns!"

All the ingredients floated up, and Draco watched in amazement as the flour turned into dough, automatically stirred and kneaded in mid-air, all kinds of ingredients were added one by one, and finally a flame lit up, and the fragrant buns floated in front of him.

He glanced at Anton, and Anton made a gesture of please, so he gently picked up the bun, smelled it, and took a bite.

"!!!"

Staring.

how! How can it be so delicious! This kind of taste, let alone a house elf, even if he went to an extremely expensive pastry shop, he wouldn't be able to taste it. that feeling...

It seemed to bring him back to the time in memory, when he was still young, hiding from everyone's sight, climbing to the top of the tree, listening to the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves alone...

Draco stuffed the bun into his mouth in one breath, feeling the crispy crust and the soft and sweet texture of the bread.

He also drew his wand. "Daisies, sweet cream, and sunshine, what's the next sentence?"

The corners of Anton's mouth curled up slightly, "Let's start with the spell-casting gesture. This spell is called the 'Sunshine Bread Curse', which requires the wizard's yearning for a better life. Its taste depends on your heart."

"heart?"

"Yes, it's best to be in a happy mood. When casting a spell, think about your best memories."

The fireplace made the sound of beeping wood burning, octopuses slid across the window, and the water plants on the bottom of the lake swayed.

Holding the bamboo stick, Anton took a bite of the chicken. It was so hot that his mouth twitched wildly, but he couldn't bear to spit it out, so he quickly drank a big mouthful of fruit wine.

Draco ate his own bun, savoring his heart silently.

The night is thick.