The Magical Food God of Hogwarts

Chapter 70 I Want to See the Head Chef

Yes, why?

Ellie was knocked unconscious by Lucas.

All she knew was the family education she received from childhood that all things have spirits, and humans are merely a part of nature. The black dragons, with their immense power and graceful forms, were treasures of nature, the totems of the McFastie family.

The MacFastie family reveres and protects the Black Dragon, and also serves as a bridge between the human world and the natural world of the archipelago, legally and legitimately hunting the Black Dragon.

Such hunting is extremely restrained; the MacFastie family would even forcefully reject unreasonable demands from the Ministry of Magic, hunting only the necessary number to maintain the natural balance on the islands.

Hunting the black dragon is a heavy yet sacred part of the archipelago's natural cycle. After defeating the dragon, the MacFastie family prays, expressing gratitude and remorse, and then carefully removes the dragon's scales, skin, blood, and internal organs...

Ultimately, the black dragon's body was transformed into nourishment for the archipelago, allowing its soul to regain its freedom.

The McFastie family has maintained a balance and harmony between "respect" and "acquisition" for nearly a thousand years.

This is a glorious cause, a noble mission!

Ellie tried to clear her mind, intending to give Lucas a lesson in nature, but then she heard Lucas say something else.

"Are we just taking the materials from the dragon's body and throwing away such a large body? That would be such a waste."

"Making the most of everything is the greatest respect for life."

Hannah looked left and right, not quite understanding what the two were arguing about, but decided to side with Lucas: "Ellie, my mother always told me that eating cleanly and not wasting food is a sign of respect for food."

Ellie was speechless. This... actually makes some sense?

But no elder ever told me that the meat of a black dragon could be eaten!

"Because dragon meat is poisonous." The little mustache finally snapped out of his shock. He remembered that Mr. McGregor was a Muggle and must not know the common knowledge of the magical world to ask such a strange question.

"Studies have shown that dragon meat has the effect of reducing swelling and relieving pain, but that is for external application. If ingested, it can cause poisoning, and it contains a very potent toxin."

The man with the mustache truly lives up to his reputation as a manager of a high-end restaurant; he's certainly well-informed.

Lucas was satisfied. Oh, so it was poisonous and inedible. If only they had said so earlier!

"What about the other magical creatures?"

"Mr. McGregor, most magical creatures are under strict protection, and hunting them is strictly supervised by the Department of Magical Creatures Control of the Ministry of Magic. They cannot hunt for themselves," the mustache patiently explained. "In addition, the meat of most magical creatures has complex magical effects and cannot be used for cooking."

"There are indeed a few that are edible, such as the ball-eating bird and the rainbow fish, but they all taste terrible. I once ate a ball-eating bird, and the meat was much coarser than turkey; it was practically inedible."

Lucas nodded silently. "Complex magical effects and toxicological reactions," Professor Sprout had mentioned this before. At the time, he thought it only applied to magical herbs, but it turns out that the meat of magical creatures is the same?

"Do edible magical plants, or magical vegetables, exist?" Lucas asked in a final attempt.

The man with the mustache smiled and shook his head: "Forgive my ignorance, but I am unaware of the existence of any magical vegetables."

He gently shook his wand and chanted the levitation spell, and the menu that had fallen to the ground floated up.

“Mr. McGregor, I understand your curiosity about the magical world.” His fingers traced the dazzling array of dishes on the menu. “But believe me, forget about those exotic ingredients; these dishes alone are delicious enough.”

"I recommend this matsutake mushroom pan-fried with foie gras. The matsutake is freshly arrived; if you smell that irresistible aroma, you'll understand why it doesn't matter if it has magical vegetables or not."

Lucas nodded and put down the recipe. He took a deep breath, suppressing his disappointment.

I see, I understand now.

Although we couldn't eat the magical animals or plants that were ready-made, at least we learned the reason behind it.

Using the principles of "principal, assistant, adjuvant, and guide" in pharmacology to neutralize the magical effects and toxicological reactions of magical animals and plants is one of my future research directions!

Pulling himself together, Lucas began ordering.

I initially proposed three categories of magical cuisine. The second was magical medicinal cuisine incorporating herbs, and the third was food made with magical ingredients (magical creatures, magical vegetables). Both of these categories have now been verified, but the field is still in its infancy and requires further research and exploration.

That leaves only the first option, which is what I most desire and what is most likely to be highly developed.

Food enchanted! Use magic to bring out the ultimate deliciousness of food, or give it new flavors or special effects.

Didn't the magic candy I tasted earlier have some fun effects?

Thinking this way, he couldn't help but feel excited, putting aside the ominous premonitions that had arisen from the wizards' amazement at his Muggle dishes.

Without a second thought, Lucas casually rattled off a few classic dishes, wanting to see just how magically they could be enhanced. Then he let Ellie and Hannah choose the dishes they wanted to try.

......

Half an hour later, Lucas gently put down his knife and fork, his face showing a numb calm.

The bearded manager, who had been observing from the shadows, smiled inwardly. "Look," he thought, "my dishes are so amazing they've left Mr. McGregor speechless!"

"Lucas, why aren't you eating?" Ellie ate happily. "It's delicious."

Hannah ordered a dish she had yesterday: mussels stewed in white wine. She had found Lucas's cooking incredibly delicious yesterday and wanted to have it again today. But—

"I think Lucas's cooking is still the best," Hannah said hesitantly.

How could that be? The little mustache was stunned, then felt a surge of anger. This little girl actually said that the dishes his chef had painstakingly prepared weren't as good as Mr. McGregor's?

She must have lost her sense of taste!

By the way, the report did say Mr. McGregor is a skilled cook, but how can you take that Skippy piece of writing seriously? I see, there's an Eastern saying: beauty is in the eye of the beholder...

Didn't you see that Mr. McGregor himself was so stunned by how delicious it was?

"Excuse me..." Lucas stiffly raised his hand, his voice sounding as if it had been run over several times by a steamroller, "Would I have the honor of meeting the head chef?"

"Of course," the little mustache said happily. "Please wait a moment."

Receiving praise from celebrity guests is part of the chef's job. Business at the restaurant has been a bit slow lately; maybe a photo of Mr. McGregor and the chef together will make it into the Daily Prophet!