The Magical Food God of Hogwarts

Chapter 32 Magical Cuisine

"Weren't you thinking about how to make money off wizards?" After breakfast, Finley picked up a pitchfork, the Duke wagging his tail happily beside him. "I'll do the farm work. Anyway, once you go to Hogwarts, I'll be all alone. Consider it a good start to getting used to it."

Before Lucas could speak, Finley had already stepped out the door, leaving him with only his tall, straight back.

Even if Grandpa is still in good health, he's still an 84-year-old man. If he's left alone on the farm while I'm studying at Hogwarts, I'll have to hire a worker.

Let's discuss it with Grandpa when he gets back.

After tidying up the house, Lucas opened his notebook and began to write, using the quill pen he had just bought from Diagon Alley yesterday. He had initially been skeptical of such an ancient thing as a quill pen, after all, it had been obsolete in the Muggle world for who knows how many years.

However, upon trying it, I discovered that the quill pen was imbued with magic. It would automatically draw ink when inserted into the ink bottle, and the hollow quill held a good amount of ink. The writing was smooth and the ink flow was stable. The curved tip could be adjusted by changing the angle and pressure to create various strokes and fonts.

So Lucas quickly fell in love with this magical tool and wrote down his thoughts on paper.

On the one hand, based on my contact with the magical world these past few days, although I haven't actually seen magical food yet, I have some preliminary speculations about it.

Magical cuisine may include these categories, or it may be a mixture of these types:

First, food imbued with magic. Magic can enhance the ultimate deliciousness of food, give it a new flavor, or grant it special effects.

Second, magical medicinal cuisine made with magical herbs.

Lucas put a question mark after this statement because Professor Sprout made it very clear that such practices do not exist in the magical world.

Later in Diagon Alley, Lucas continued to press the professor with related questions. The professor replied, "My child, the wizarding world is very different from the Muggle world. Potions have all sorts of miraculous healing powers, and many serious injuries in the Muggle world are nothing in the wizarding world. I think you've already learned this from Madam Pomfrey."

"If there are injuries or illnesses, we can simply take potions or cast spells to heal them without leaving any hidden dangers. So why don't we research how to add herbs to food? Isn't that taking the long way around?"

If Professor Sprout's ideas represent the mainstream of the magical world, then the reason why no magical medicinal cuisine has appeared is quite clear.

On the one hand, herbs possess complex magical effects and toxicological reactions. On the other hand, the allure of potions and magic has led wizards to be completely unaware of this, even deeming related research unnecessary.

However, Lucas underlined each of these two reasons and added his own annotations.

On the line “herbs have complex magical effects and toxicological reactions”, four characters were written: “君、臣、佐、使”.

On the line “Wizards do not have such awareness”, it is written that “Westerners, including Western wizards, have biased ideas, and the long-term nourishing and improving effects of medicinal diets should not be ignored.”

His expression was serious and focused; if someone were looking at him at that moment, they would never think he was just an eleven-year-old child.

I am a chef, a chef with in-depth knowledge of medicinal cuisine and pharmacology, and a chef who is about to become a wizard.

The desolate lands of the magical world are precisely the places I need to explore in the future.

My mission is to show the wizards the magic of medicinal cuisine!

Lucas couldn't help but laugh; he felt incredibly excited and thrilled.

After staring at those few lines of text for a while, Lucas slowly continued writing on the paper.

Third, special foods made with magical ingredients (such as the meat of magical animals, magical vegetables, etc.).

However, very little information is currently available about this. Lucas deeply regrets not asking Ellie and Professor Sprout about this earlier.

What magical creatures can be eaten, and what magical vegetables are there? Why didn't you just ask back then? At least you could have learned how to cook dragon meat from Ellie.

Such food must be quite expensive. I don't know if I can get it at Hogwarts. If not, I'll have to earn enough Galleons myself and then try to find a high-class restaurant in Diagon Alley.

You definitely won't let me down, right?

Lucas folded the page, then turned to a new page and wrote a title.

"Earn Galleons with Muggle food."

As long as the taste is good enough, even Muggle food without any magical effects can sell well in Diagon Alley and earn wizards' Galleons!

So, the first thing to do is to decide what kind of food to cook.

Although I felt the ice cream and hot dogs I tried earlier were rather unsophisticated, selling snacks was the only option given the limited resources available for setting up a stall in Diagon Alley. Considering the equipment constraints, I couldn't bring an electric oven, so steaming, boiling, and frying were the only suitable methods...

Considering the current season, piping hot steamed or boiled foods are probably not so popular. Fried foods, which can stimulate the secretion of dopamine in large quantities regardless of the environment, are the perfect choice!

Imagine: fried food that has undergone a full Maillard reaction, exuding a rich aroma, paired with an ice-cold drink...

So Lucas put a checkmark on the word "explode".

The next step is to determine the specific fried food to sell, taking into account all production and sales conditions, costs, and pricing...

The next morning, there were hardly any customers at the Leaky Cauldron. The owner, Tom Abbott, was wiping the bottles in his hands when suddenly a loud crash came from the fireplace behind him, startling him so much that he almost dropped the bottles.

He turned his head and saw a figure and a pile of wooden planks and metal plates popping out from the green demonic fire.

"Merlin, what are you doing?" Tom stared wide-eyed at the boy who was struggling to his feet from a pile of planks, his toothless, drooping mouth wide open. "What do you think this place is—Lucas?"

Isn't this the Hogwarts freshman who came with Professor Sprout the day before yesterday?

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Abbott," Lucas apologized repeatedly. "I have a ton of stuff to move. I had everything neatly bundled up, but the Floo Powder spun so fast during its journey that it all got scattered. I'll pack it up right away."

He quickly gathered all the boards together and said, "Again, I apologize, sir. I'll clean up for you in a bit."

Seeing that he was in a good mood, and remembering Professor Sprout who had brought him there, as well as his own niece who was the same age as him and was also a new student at Hogwarts, Tom did not pursue the matter further.

"Lucas, what are you doing? Moving?"