Happiness is always fleeting, which is precisely why it seems so precious.

The Hogwarts kitchens didn't prepare many Stargazy Pies tonight. If we were to follow the complete course of a European dinner, the portion evenly distributed to each person would be equivalent to less than half of an appetizer.

To put it in perspective, it's similar to about half a serving of an appetizer in a Chinese restaurant.

As the last plate of delicious Stargazy Pie disappeared from the mouths of the teachers and students, the food remnants on the golden plates were swept away, once again becoming clean and tidy.

According to past experience, new dishes should appear next.

However

"What is the meaning of this?!"

"Huh? Is there something wrong with the Hogwarts kitchen!"

"Wait, they wouldn't be thinking of..."

*Plop, plop, plop.*

The next moment, a large number of lively Hogwarts Black Lake Carp appeared at the end of each house table, their tails forcefully slapping the ground, making a slapping sound.

And in the center of each house table, there was a row of neatly arranged oven-shaped magical versions.

The students had already learned how to use these magic-powered items in previous potions classes, so they didn't seem too unfamiliar now. In fact, most wizarding families also have similar ovens.

In addition to the most basic ingredients and cooking tools, there is, of course, the most important "how-to guide."

Along with the appearance of the Big Bluefish and the oven, a light ink-colored recipe also appeared out of thin air in front of each student.

As the saying goes, it is better to teach a man to fish than to give him fish, and Elena has always agreed with this view.

Therefore, on that light ink-colored recipe, the entire cooking process of Stargazy Pie is recorded in detail, including from the selection and processing of ingredients, to the use of seasonings, and the subsequent cooking methods.

Considering that this is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where magical magic exists, Elena also specially annotated some spells that might be used below the recipe, such as "Scourgify," "Aguamenti," "Incendio."

"So, everyone." Elena stood on the cooking table next to the faculty table, tilting her head rather cutely, and said softly, "The ingredients, cooking utensils, and recipes are all ready for you now it's your turn."

Scanning the petrified students around her, Elena's mouth raised slightly, revealing a devilish smile.

"By the way, you have to finish everything you make yourself, otherwise..."

The girl paused for a moment and clapped her hands with particular ease.

"The dish you just ate will be the last dish cooked by the Hogwarts kitchen that you will eat in the next semester. Anyone who wastes food, the food will abandon him."

As Elena's voice fell, the entire Hogwarts Great Hall instantly boiled.

Frankly speaking, although Elena has had a certain degree of recognition in the various grades of Hogwarts as a potions class assistant teacher these days, and her identity as the Hogwarts chef has also spread almost throughout the campus.

However, for most young wizards, her most significant label is still "a first-year Hufflepuff student."

"What?!"

"What makes you decide that!"

"The professors haven't even..."

*Bang!*

*Crack!*

Before the disgruntled voices of the little wizards in the hall could grow from small to large, a flash of cold light pierced through the entire Hogwarts corridor like lightning, flying straight to the giant hardwood door at the end of the hall.

*Crack, crack, crack crack...*

Accompanied by a slight cracking sound from weak to clear, in everyone's eyes, a long crack spread rapidly along the boning knife that had pierced into the wooden door on that hard wooden door that had once resisted thousands of round-faced fat chickens.

"Because I'm the Hogwarts chef."

Elena expressionlessly tossed the sharp kitchen knife in her hand, her lake-blue eyes slowly scanning the instantly quiet Hogwarts Hall, and the faculty table whose expressions had suddenly become a little dull.

"Stealing vegetables is one thing, but digging up the roots and scraping the ground, you're really something..."

*Whoosh!*

Another kitchen knife turned into a silver lightning bolt, deeply embedded in the wooden door at the entrance of the Hogwarts Hall.

*Gulp.*

George and Fred Weasley looked at each other, and their minds instantly recalled the training match between the Gryffindor Quidditch team and the "freshman representative team" a few days ago. After Elena caught the Golden Snitch, she easily pierced a perfect circular hole in the stands, declaring that the freshman representative team had won directly.

At the same time, the two beaters of Slytherin also remembered again the "misunderstanding and reconciliation talk" that happened next to the history of magic classroom after Elena returned to school, like the descent of hell.

Not just those who had personally witnessed Elena's destructive power...

In fact, as Elena's pair of lake-blue eyes slowly moved, all the little wizards in Hogwarts shuddered subconsciously, as if they had suddenly turned into a salted fish lying on a cutting board to be slaughtered.

"Elena..."

Dumbledore frowned and was about to stand up when he suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder.

The old wizard turned his head. Grindelwald had walked behind him at some point, pressing on his left shoulder not too hard, looking at the silver-haired little witch who seemed to have attracted the attention of the whole world, and said meaningfully.

"Albus, today is that little girl's birthday. Unless there's a big mistake, I suggest you stay seated and see what happens before making a decision. I don't think Elena is a child who doesn't know what's appropriate."

"Um but..."

"The contract hasn't lit up, she's just venting a little."

Grindelwald glanced at Elena's smooth back of her hand and said in an extremely calm voice, "What's more, she has a knife in her hand. At this distance, listening to her reason peacefully is the wisest choice."

The establishment of any new order will inevitably harm some existing interests, and it is normal to encounter resistance and resistance. In Grindelwald's view, pure force or blind compromise is not the right way to deal with it.

Regarding the former two, he and Dumbledore had already tried them and also tasted the bitter fruit of failure.

And the way Elena chose to respond allowed this first-generation Dark Lord to see another path...

"So, everyone..."

Elena caught the kitchen knife in her hand again, with a naive smile on her face, and said sweetly.

"Time is running out, everyone hurry up and start cooking. Don't worry, I will accompany you to complete all the cooking processes. As the professors said, this is punishment, but also a learning experience."

About ten seconds later, the stagnant air in the hall gradually eased.

After glancing at the silver-haired little witch who had taken the initiative to start processing the ingredients, the students who were already hungry did not protest any more.

Although there were occasionally a few quiet complaints, most people obediently stood up and began to choose and think about how to complete tonight's "self-service cooking" test. After all, the professors had said the same thing about the content in Elena's mouth before the meal.

"She's still a good child after all," Grindelwald shook his head with an amused smile.

Not far away, Elena had turned her attention back to the cooking work, as she said, tonight she would be providing delicious dishes for the Hogwarts faculty table together with Professor Snape.

"Professor Snape, I'll leave the killing, boning, and slicing of these Big Bluefish to you."

"Alright, what will you do?"

"While you're processing the ingredients, I'll bake a few durians first. On the one hand, it can fill the professors' stomachs first without waiting too long, and on the other hand, it can provide some cooking ideas for the students." Elena said sweetly.

In order to make all the teachers and students of Hogwarts deeply aware of the mistakes of the previous series of events.

Therefore, tonight's cooking session must leave an indelible psychological shadow in everyone's mind as much as possible.