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The European habit of serving beef as the main course originated during the medieval lord era more than a thousand years ago.

Initially, the series of European countries that emerged after the collapse of the Roman Empire still considered pork as their primary source of meat. Cattle and sheep were mainly providers of dairy products, and draft horses were traditional farming animals.

However, as the rift between the magical and non-magical worlds gradually widened, and the European noble knights rose to prominence.

People began to believe that the qualities of food were inseparable from the qualities of people. Eating meat, especially beef, could maintain the bravery of warriors, giving them more energy and strength to withstand any external hostility.

Therefore, the European knights, as excellent representatives of the warrior class, took pride in eating beef.

For Muggles, capturing a Rae'm Bull with brilliant golden fur might not be so easy.

But this did not prevent them from embellishing those stories through various poems and myths – stories about the immensely powerful knight kings, myths about heroes overcoming trials and tribulations and defeating evil after drinking the blood and flesh of divine cattle.

Naturally, rare steak was thus considered the best food to maintain a warrior's essence.

In the non-magical world of medieval Europe, steak was a dish exclusive to warriors, prepared only by male chefs and served at the table by the knight's squires. Women, no matter how skilled in cooking, could not touch any beef-related cuisine.

Although wizards in the magical world did not crave physical strength and worldly glory, and there were not too many gender-based advantages or disadvantages.

The same animal husbandry environment also left wizards with not many choices. In terms of favoring beef, the magical world was not inferior to those secular Muggle aristocratic classes – in fact, wizards were originally considered a special aristocratic class.

"Beef, this is the most suitable food for warriors to replenish their strength."

Aileen cut off a piece of steak and put it in her mouth, looked around at the players sitting at the table, and said lightly.

"Quidditch players during peacetime are warriors soaring in the sky. If they cannot supplement their bodies with suitable ingredients, then no matter how much they train, they will never be able to break through the limits of normal people and become aces who dominate the sky."

Compared to pork, beef naturally has less of a fishy smell.

So, it is more convenient to process with simple cooking methods, especially for Europeans who mainly fry and grill.

Beef rich in intramuscular fat only needs the most ordinary charcoal grilling to release the most wonderful rich meat aroma. As the chewy beef fibers slide into the mouth, Aileen can clearly feel the strength surging out.

Dietary supplements, this was originally the most ancient and primitive magic in the magical world, and even in the human world.

Whether it is the later potion civilization, or the development of medicine, its essence is still relying on the human body to gradually absorb and digest those magical elements contained in meat, herbs, and minerals to achieve wonderful effects.

The basic qualities of the members of the British National Quidditch Team are not bad.

After a day and a half of scrimmages, Aileen had grasped most of the situation through practical observation.

Under her and Hannah's successive bombardments, they quickly learned emergency avoidance maneuvers; under Luna's unreasonable luck, they could still maintain a fifty-fifty capture rate of the Golden Snitch; and even now they have begun to try "hunting and shooting down"...

In general, there are no overly dazzling geniuses, but they are all top players in the Quidditch field.

"Drink, everyone! This is the fate of Quidditch and wizards."

Aileen raised the crystal glass in her hand, smiled lightly, and drank it all in one gulp.

The "Bloody Brunonia" modulated with goblin magic sparkled with a bewitching red light.

This drink named after the Goblin Queen of Gringotts, mixed with vodka, tomato juice, lemon slices, celery root, and a small amount of Rae'm Bull's blood, is modulated just right so as not to waste the magic power in the blood, nor to cause too much burden.

"But..."

Hannah carefully smelled the wine glass, turned her head to look at Aileen, her expression a little hesitant.

As the signboard girl of the Leaky Cauldron, the officially designated maid and first heir, Hannah Abbott may not be thoroughly familiar with the modulation of various cocktails, but under the influence of her ears and eyes, she is much more sensitive than Luna, who is as simple as white paper next to her.

"There seems to be alcohol in it? Uncle John said that good children can't drink alcohol..."

"Huh? This is a drink made of tomato juice and Rae'm Bull blood, how can it be alcohol? Look, there is no word for alcohol in its name, and the taste is slightly sweet and slightly sour – well, there is indeed a little bit of alcohol!"

After Aileen tried to explain it, she finally failed in front of Hannah's stubborn expression.

Arguing in front of a little princess from a magical "bar family" is like discussing the habits of Crumple-Horned Snorkacks in front of Luna. Hannah is just a little silly, but in terms of IQ, she is at least the second in her grade at Hufflepuff College.

If Hannah really insists on being a good child, she can just modulate a cup for Hannah alone later...

"Hey! I knew it! Great!"

Before Aileen could finish the thought in her mind, Hannah suddenly let out a happy cheer, staring at the red wine in her cup with bright eyes, and licked her lips extremely rarely, as if she had seen a delicious white fluff ball.

Hannah first took a small sip, then took a deep breath with a look of intoxication, picked up the glass and drank it all.

"I've wanted to try the taste of cocktails for a long time. I never had the chance in the Leaky Cauldron before. Now that I'm staying near Mr. Newt's house, my mother and uncle can't control me anymore, hehehe... Aileen..."

"Eh? What's wrong? Hannah, you won't be..."

Aileen was slightly stunned, looking at the empty glass that Hannah handed to her, her cheeks twitching.

It seemed that she had accidentally discovered a small weakness of the iron fool again?

Sure enough, the next moment she heard Hannah's pitiful coquettish voice in her ear.

"That, Aileen... can you help me ask that goblin mister for another glass of 'Bloody Brunonia'? It doesn't matter even if there is no Rae'm Bull's blood added. If it's you, you must have a way, right?"

If Hannah had a dazed hair, it is possible that the little dazed hair on the girl's head must be shaking as happily as an electric fan.

Glancing at Hannah, and Luna, who was still carefully sipping the edge of the wine glass, Aileen raised her eyebrows slightly, a playful look appeared at the corner of her mouth, took the glass and played with it, and said softly.

"It's possible, even the complete version of 'Bloody Brunonia' is not a problem, after all, the amount that you and I can bear now is much stronger than those useless men. In exchange, help me catch Luna tonight... and after the start of school, help me suppress Hermione and Luna together..."

"Well, your conditions are too many and too complicated, at most I'll just help you catch Luna tonight."

"Deal!"

Aileen nodded with satisfaction and replied quickly.

Under the magical power of the Rae'm Bull, everyone has been upgraded in terms of power.

However, compared to Aileen and Hannah, who were already close to reaching the peak of their own physical endurance, Luna Lovegood's increase in this regard must be much more obvious, and of course, much more dangerous.

On the other hand, if the two little wings cooperate, Aileen might suffer a little loss.

Therefore, it is quite necessary to complete the strategic alliance in advance – especially after the start of school, Hermione is such a smart little wing, if she accidentally succeeds in forming an "anti-Dumpling Alliance" again, then Aileen will have a headache.

Quidditch pitch.

As lunch time ended, the real training finally began.

In the arena, the air was noticeably hotter than before.

The Quaffles and Bludgers, like bullets fired from a cannon, drew trails in the air, and the whistling wind and muffled collision sounds, roars, painful cries, and roars were mixed together, like a gladiatorial arena in ancient Rome.

As the players gradually digested the blood and flesh of the Rae'm Bull, they slowly began to master the power that was constantly gushing out of their bodies.

A brand new Quidditch mode quietly unveiled its first layer of veil.

And on the other side…

The establishment of the Magical Creature Association, Newt Scamander's return to the arena…

These topics, which seemed like idle chat after dinner, also made some subtle sounds appear in the entire magical world situation.

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