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Newt Scamander's house, noon.

The living room was filled with a rich aroma of borscht, accompanied by the tempting sizzling sound of small steaks frying in a pan, and the unique wheat fragrance of toasted bread, constantly teasing everyone's senses.

By the time the girls were completely settled in, it was almost lunchtime.

As the head chef of Hogwarts, Hermione naturally offered to help prepare lunch, but under Mrs. Scamander's strong insistence, she ultimately had to obediently sit at the dining table with the other three, waiting to be fed.

"Darling, if you're really interested in cooking, you can try it later, but not this time."

Compared to her previous gentleness, Tina Scamander showed an extremely rare firmness when faced with Hermione's suggestion. That moment of decisiveness made Newt feel like he was seeing the Auror temperament that had almost sent him to the American Magical Congress's execution chamber decades ago, when they had just met.

It was exactly the same toughness, and…

Just like déjà vu, she had proactively dropped her guard in front of the Dark Lord's exquisite disguise without any resistance!

Whew! Newt took a light breath, his gaze occasionally wandering between the girls sitting at the table.

After about ten minutes of initial chitchat, he had a general understanding of each of these little guests visiting his home, and had mentally ranked the order of importance for allocating his attention over the next month...

Undoubtedly, Hermione Kaslana was the primary target for strict surveillance.

However, as long as he could continue to allow this little devil to maintain her illusion of not being exposed, with her cunning, she would actually be the easiest girl to get along with – just like Grindelwald before his identity was revealed, reliable and capable.

In addition, Hannah Abbott from the Abbott family, who ran the Leaky Cauldron, and Luna Lovegood, the daughter of Mr. Lovegood, the editor of *The Quibbler*, were also considered to be somewhat threatening in Newt's eyes.

The Dark Lord was never alone.

Countless times throughout history, it has been proven that no matter how brilliant an individual is, they cannot confront the world by their own power alone. Even with inheritance from the previous generation, the new Dark Lord will inevitably cultivate their own core group of followers.

In this regard, both the magical creature world and humans are the same.

And if you look at Hermione from the perspective of a young Dark Lord, then these two little witches who are always by her side are less her classmates, and more like like-minded comrades-in-arms, or – the Dark Lord's demonic wings.

However, as time passed, Newt's original worries gradually dissipated.

Compared to Hermione, who was difficult to deal with, the remaining two little witches, one a ditz and the other a space cadet, didn't show much precociousness. As long as he kept a close eye on Hermione, they shouldn't cause any problems.

Tap, tap, tap, just then, the aroma in the air grew stronger as footsteps approached.

Tina Scamander lightly tapped her wand, directing one prepared and plated dish after another to float out of the kitchen and slowly land in front of each person at the table. The tempting aroma of meat wafted over, and everyone couldn't help but twitch their noses.

Even Newt subconsciously withdrew his thoughts and focused his attention on the sumptuous dishes in front of him.

It had to be said that Tina had put a lot of thought into this lunch to entertain these "uninvited guests" in cute disguises. In Newt's memory, he hadn't had such a lavish lunch more than a few times in recent years.

"Dear, I don't know what you like to eat, so I just casually cooked something with the ingredients I could buy around here. Just try to eat this meal – if you want to eat anything later, just tell us, don't be shy."

Tina Scamander untied her apron and casually draped it over the back of her husband's chair, then turned to look at Hermione and the others.

"No guests have come to the house for so many years, I don't know if you'll like these."

"It couldn't be better! Slurp... Just smelling it makes my stomach rumble!"

Hermione gently licked her lips, her dainty nose twitched, and a look of intoxication appeared on her face.

"Rich and authentic borscht, black pepper steak, toasted bread... this is enough to compose a wonderful concerto that can energize you for a whole day of exercise. Mrs. Scamander, Newt is so lucky to marry you."

"Borscht...?" Tina Scamander paused slightly, asking in surprise.

"Yes, it's this special beet soup you made. I can tell it's amazing just by smelling it!"

Hermione nodded seriously, picking up a spoon and stirring it in the bowl of borscht in front of her.

"In addition to beetroot, there are beef chunks, potatoes, spinach, carrots... um, I also smell cream, and this sourness... should also have a little tomato added, um, no, it should be cherry tomatoes, right?"

The flavorful, sour and spicy borscht is actually a transliteration from Russian.

The most primitive version of borscht is actually a soup made mainly from red beetroot. Although most people like to attribute its origin to "Russian red soup," or call it "Ukrainian beetroot soup."

But in fact, as early as the Arthurian legend era, this soup made from beetroot was already popular in ancient Britain.

This thick soup made from the plant known as the "root of life" can be said to be the most representative soup in Europe.

And as a foodie from the Great Eating Empire, and the head chef of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, distinguishing the ingredients in this most common European soup is simply a piece of cake.

However, adding tomatoes and cherry tomatoes to borscht is actually relatively rare on European tables.

If Hermione remembered correctly, this was actually closer to the American and Chinese-style Western restaurant version, which was modified due to the scarcity of beetroot. It would make the color of the whole soup brighter, while adding a hint of fragrance to the sourness.

"Oh, um... you haven't eaten it yet, and you just..." Tina nodded subconsciously, somewhat surprised.

"I'm the head chef of Hogwarts, have you forgotten?"

Hermione smiled, scooping up a spoonful of thick soup and putting it in her mouth, carefully savoring the sour and spicy soup rolling on her tongue. The beef chunks, which were just the right size, were stewed until tender, and didn't even require any effort from the teeth, turning into gravy.

"The control of the taste, the mastery of the heat, is simply wonderful. The sour, spicy, sweet, and fragrant flavors don't interfere with each other. Rather than saying this is a borscht, it's better to say it's a delicate potion that makes you want to stay at the table forever."

"Actually, it's okay, this is just something I casually adjusted according to my taste, I'm glad you like it."

Tina Scamander brushed her hair back a little unnaturally, and said modestly in a low voice, but the expression on her face was extremely pleased.

Compared to Newt's empty praises of "Delicious!", "So delicious!", and "The taste is great!", this kind of detailed interpretation from a professional field, and unheard-of fancy compliments, obviously brought a level of satisfaction that was on a different scale.

"If you really like it, you can come to my house for a visit every vacation, we will always welcome such a lovely little angel... of course, if you want to try it yourself in a few days, I can teach you too."

"Really? You're so nice!" Hermione's eyes lit up, "Then let me help tonight..."

"Cough, cough! Excuse me, dear ladies."

Before Hermione could finish her sentence, Newt Scamander finally couldn't help but clear his throat, taking the initiative to interrupt.

"I think today may not be an appropriate time to discuss cooking skills, after all, Miss Kaslana, Miss Abbott, and Miss Lovegood will have to report to the Quidditch National Team later, if I remember correctly."

Mrs. Scamander paused slightly, finally remembering the main reason why these girls came to her house.

According to Albus Dumbledore's letter, they received a summer training invitation from the British Quidditch National Team, and from Monday to Friday for the next month, they would go to the Quidditch pitch to train and live with those star players.

And in the evenings and weekends, they would temporarily live in her house, continuing until Hogwarts started.

"Oh, I almost forgot! Dear, you have arrangements this afternoon!"

Tina looked at the little witch in front of her with a smiling face, and said softly and gently.

"Regarding the discussion of cooking, and the preparation of dinner ingredients, we will discuss it properly on the weekend, you should hurry up and fill your stomachs, Newt and I will take you to register at the Quidditch pitch later."

"Um... Tina, why don't you take the kids this afternoon, I won't go..."

Newt paused, his expression stagnating for a few seconds, carefully considering his words.

"You see, there are still many places in the house that haven't been cleaned up, and there are still many things that haven't been done today..."

"...You're just worried about your animals, right?" Mrs. Scamander raised her eyebrows.

Newt nodded smoothly, answering quickly.

"Yes, you know, those two brothers, the Nifflers, have been fighting from time to time recently. Although I temporarily separated them and applied medicine, I'm still a little worried; and one of the Murtlaps hasn't been eating much lately, I'm worried about it..."

Slurp ~ slurp ~

Grumble ~ grumble ~

Just then, Newt heard a strange sound beside his ear.

Newt Scamander, who had turned from freckles to old freckles, subconsciously turned his head and saw that the dangerous white-haired furball had already started holding the soup plate and drinking it happily, making satisfied eating sounds.

Undoubtedly, she looked like she was starving…

But for some reason, looking at the Veela with her head buried in the food, Newt became more and more vigilant in his heart – it was as if he had encountered a Hungarian Horntail that suddenly had a big appetite.

Seeming to notice Newt's gaze, Hermione suddenly paused and raised her head a little embarrassedly.

"That, sorry... this soup, this gravy, is so delicious, so I..."

"...Eat slowly, dear. It's okay, it's okay."

Tina Scamander showed a satisfied smile. For all chefs, this greedy and intoxicated enjoyment of food can be said to be the most pleasant praise, and also a kind of highest respect.

In a good mood, Mrs. Scamander patted Hermione on the back gently, and said softly.

"Don't worry, dear. There's still a lot in the pot, definitely enough to eat."

"As for you, Newt... forget it, you can go take care of your animals first, I'll accompany the kids later – when we get back, maybe you can take the kids to visit the animals you like."

In contrast, Newt Scamander's heart was trembling, and he almost couldn't suppress the horror on his face.

"But, but..." Newt's lips moved, and he was about to say something.

"Animals? Are those the magical creatures written in Mr. Scamander's book?"

Luna Lovegood, who had been quietly eating her steak in small bites, suddenly raised her head, looking at the Scamander couple with anticipation, her eyes seemed to be shining with bright stars, and the whole person seemed to light up instantly.

While speaking, Luna raised the camera on her lap and asked excitedly.

"Great! I super, super like these animals, I don't know if I can take pictures of them?"

"Huh? Are there unicorns here? Are there dragons and Sphinxes too?" Hannah also turned her head curiously.

"Yeah, yeah, me too, me too! I love animals too!"

Hermione, who had her mouth full of food, also raised her head, chewing her food with effort and said vaguely.

"Especially Newt's *Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them*, I read it over and over again every day!"

"...Don't worry, don't worry, kids."

Looking at the excited expressions of the little girls, Tina Scamander showed a gentle smile on her face.

As Newt's wife, she naturally hoped that more people would like and recognize her husband's hobby. These cute and studious little witches were simply gifts from Dumbledore to their couple, and she liked them more and more.

"After we come back from the Quidditch pitch, Newt will take everyone to visit our underground zoo. That's a more magical world than the grassland outside... Well, although there are no unicorns, dragons, or Sphinxes... But, nearly a hundred beautiful and rare magical creatures will definitely open your eyes. Right, Newt?"

At the end, Mrs. Scamander nudged her silent husband with her elbow and asked happily.

"Um... um... um..."

Newt Scamander paused, nodding blankly.

"Um, it should be... right?"

This progress speed is not quite the same as he imagined... He originally planned to secretly send those little guys to his son's house, or other magical animal breeding areas, for temporary care for a while.

But, according to the current situation...

At most, one afternoon, or more precisely a few hours later, he would have to personally take the dangerous Veela to his underground zoo and introduce her to those magical animals?

Not to mention whether she still has the mission of avenging Grindelwald, just the fact that she showed such an appetite after hearing about those magical animals is enough to make Newt tremble – this is a witch who dares to eat even Acromantulas.

Newt Scamander agreed casually, while quickly spinning various defense methods in his brain.

What to do, what to do?! That little devil just now looked like she was hungry!

Should he consider temporarily borrowing a Sphinx, Dragon, Cerberus, etc., to guard the passage?

If he remembered correctly, he seemed to have heard Dumbledore say last year that Rubeus Hagrid, the gamekeeper of the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts, bought a Cerberus from the Greeks. Perhaps he could consider borrowing it to temporarily guard the entrance to the underground zoo?

Not to mention an underage Veela, even an adult wizard would not be able to silently defeat a Cerberus, right?

Um! It's decided, I'll write to Dumbledore for help later!

In addition to subtly changing that child, some basic precautions still have to be taken.

And since this trouble was thrown to him by Dumbledore, then there is no reason to refuse these reasonable requests, otherwise, maybe one day he will accidentally eat those magical animals that he personally raised at the dining table, that would be too desperate.

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