For a moment, the atmosphere became rather awkward.
Only the Scottish Roundfaced Fat Chickens, unaware of what was about to happen, continued twisting their heads and letting out confused coos.
At last, Hermione hesitantly raised her hand.
"Professor Airi, I remember that this was supposed to be Magical Creatures Protection Class?"
Hermione deliberately emphasized the word "Protection," but Airi remained completely unmoved.
"To me, animals with no value as food have no value worth protecting. As the saying goes, food is the first necessity of the people—nothing is more important than eating. All right, our first lesson begins now..."
As she spoke, Airi snapped her fingers. Soon, a Scottish Roundfaced Fat Chicken was brought out, staring at the students before it with wide, innocent eyes.
"The Scottish Roundfaced Fat Chicken is an exceptionally delicious ingredient. Its meat is tender, flavorful, and firm..."
She had just called it an ingredient, hadn't she? An ingredient?!
The students exchanged looks, their gazes meeting, but no one dared speak again. Airi had taught Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts for two years and had established considerable authority. These students were no naive newcomers; naturally, none of them was stupid enough to go looking for trouble.
Next, Airi gave the students a proper culinary lecture. She spent ten minutes discussing the history and origins of the Scottish Roundfaced Fat Chicken, before moving on to the most important part—how to cook them...
"The first thing we need to do is kill it, then drain the blood."
As she spoke, Airi walked over, picked up a small knife, and slashed fiercely across the Scottish Roundfaced Fat Chicken's throat. Blood immediately burst forth. She simply held the chicken upside down by its legs, allowing its blood to spray from the wound in its neck and drip into