Never think cooking is simple!
Take the dragon meat Klein was handling right now.
Without some skill, you wouldn't just fail to make it taste good—you might not even be able to cook it through.
Of course, ordinary people wouldn't dare entertain the idea of doing anything with dragon meat in the first place.
"Dragons have extremely high magical resistance. You have to completely destroy the anti-magic skin on the surface before you can process the meat further.
Here, I recommend a useful spell—Sectumsempra.
This spell is perfect for peeling. Watch closely as I cast it. Sectumsempra."
Without the slightest qualm, Klein used the Headmaster's prized spell as a peeler. He held up the marinated dragon loin to show the young wizards.
"Gollum."
Sounds of people swallowing came from below the platform.
Don't misunderstand—they weren't salivating. They were terrified!
Klein usually seemed perfectly normal, so why did he seem so wild when he cooked?
"Impressive~"
Outside the classroom, Gellert watched Klein's technique for preparing the dragon meat and couldn't help praising him.
"Mm, it really is impressive."
Suddenly, another voice sounded beside him, giving him a fright!
Gellert was startled. He was just about to swing the bucket behind him when the speaker grabbed his arm.
"Are you crazy? It's me!"
The old man with the grizzled beard lowered his voice, his brows furrowed.
"Albus?"
Gellert blinked. His guard dropped at once, and he complained under his breath.
"At your age, you still like playing jokes? Why don't you make a sound when you walk?"
At that, three black lines appeared above Dumbledore's head.
"I don't make a sound when I walk? Why not admit you were too busy spying to notice?"
"I'm not spying. I'm watching out in the open."
Gellert shook his head and stressed this very seriously,