Night, the Scamander family kitchen.

Gringotts Goblin Queen, heiress of destiny, Hogwarts head chef, third-generation Dark Lord... After saying that long string of words, Erina Kaslana turned around, single-mindedly continuing to finish the clam chowder she was working on.

After the milk-scented batter was poured into the soup, it needed to simmer for at least another four or five minutes, which would make the soup thicker. In the meantime, she could stir-fry diced bacon in butter until golden brown, then add onions, and once the onions were softened and translucent, sprinkle these occasional garnishes into the soup.

As for Newt Scamander, from the moment he took the initiative to ask, Erina had already foreseen the ending.

The delicious soup she had been simmering for so long had finally reached the point where it could be served at the table for careful tasting.

"Miss Kaslana."

After a long silence, Newt took a breath and said softly.

"If I'm not mistaken, in this process, you have violated more than one law of the magical world, right? Even Gringotts Wizarding Bank's actions in the non-magical world of the former Soviet Union have far exceeded the bottom line of the International Confederation of Wizards."

"If the Ministry of Magic finds out about your actions, what awaits you may be a life sentence in Azkaban."

The International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy stipulates that every magical government and wizard is responsible for concealing the existence of their magical community. In addition, they must also control the magical creatures around them and curb underage wizards from exposing magic in front of Muggles—any behavior that affects the non-magical world and may expose magic will be punished.

Undoubtedly, Erina and Gringotts' interference in the non-magical world has far exceeded the normal range.

Erina glanced at the old wizard standing beside her, unmoved as she continued to stir the increasingly thick clam chowder, as if she had never heard the name Azkaban, her lake-blue eyes flashing with intriguing brilliance.

"So, Mr. Scamander..." she said, "Are you planning to report me to the British Ministry of Magic now? In that case, your collection should be able to add another shiny Order of Merlin award, right?"

"No," Newt Scamander sighed, "Order and law are ways to help people live better, not the goals we should pursue. Professor Dumbledore's assessment was correct, you will eventually become a witch far surpassing him... No, to be precise, you are now more worthy of respect than most people..."

"Tsk, don't jump to conclusions so early—I'm just a greedy capitalist..."

"Miss Kaslana," Newt shook his head, "I've already decided, I plan to..."

"Shh! Now is not a suitable time to make a decision."

Erina stared at the clam chowder bubbling in front of her, and interrupted with a chuckle.

"If you have really considered it, then first seek your wife's consent. As for us, we can wait until we meet at Hogwarts Castle to chat slowly—at least not when you're hungry, making a decision out of impulse."

"Eh? But didn't you just say..."

Newt was stunned for a moment, a look of astonishment on his face.

"As it turns out, young people should listen more to the teachings of elders."

Erina winked playfully, her eyes flashing with cunning, and said with a smile.

"I suddenly feel that what you said just now is right. It's really not suitable to talk about some particularly important things when everyone is cooking and eating. This is a... evil organization that violates the Statute of Secrecy, you'd better consider it carefully."

"But—"

"Then let's leave it at that. Today's theme is Q&A, not swearing an oath." Erina tilted her head rather adorably, and said with a chuckle, "Do you have any other questions? If not, I'll release the magic barrier."

"Wait, there's one more thing."

Newt quickly came back to his senses and said urgently.

"Grindelwald wanted to subvert the original magical and non-magical order, he wanted wizards to become the rulers of this world; Voldemort wanted pure-blood wizards to dominate the magical world, and to turn those wizards and Muggles with impure blood into playthings. So what about you, as Gellert Grindelwald's granddaughter, what exactly is the purpose of everything you're doing? Where is the end point?"

"The end point? My ideal..."

Erina hesitated for a few seconds, then raised her head, her face blooming with an extremely bright smile.

"I... I plan to keep moving forward like this, to turn this imperfect world into the way I want it to be!"

"Let this world, become... the way you want it to be?! What do you mean?"

Newt Scamander frowned and asked subconsciously.

"Oh dear, it's time. So..."

Erina shrugged helplessly and raised her right hand, snapping her fingers lightly.

Snap!

The sound of Tina Scamander cooking in the distance gradually became clearer. The "Erina Time" that had enveloped the two disappeared silently, and the magical ripples on Newt also shattered.

"So... let's leave this question for next time."

Erina picked up the frying pan in front of her, and as she walked past Newt, she tiptoed slightly and said softly.

"Don't let your guard down, Professor Scamander... I'm not an obedient good kid. If you treat me as some virtuous savior, it will trouble both me and Professor Dumbledore..."

"I don't understand—"

Newt Scamander opened his mouth, his face full of confusion.

However, Erina obviously had no intention of continuing to explain.

"Oh, Mr. Scamander, let's leave it at that for today..."

Erina glanced at Mrs. Scamander, who was looking over curiously, and raised her voice slightly:

"Cooking dishes and brewing potions are actually the same. Both rely on a lot of time and practice to accumulate experience—this clam chowder may seem simple, but it also needs to be pondered several times in private to figure out the tricks."

"Erina, I told you, Newt can't help!"

Mrs. Scamander shook her head with a chuckle.

As she spoke, she walked over and took the frying pan from Erina, helping Erina scoop the clam chowder from the pot and distribute it into everyone's small bowls, and also shot a blank glance at her husband, who was standing there stupidly.

When she was dealing with the pan-fried portobello mushrooms just now, she had still spared some energy to pay attention to the two of them.

Although Newt had not caused any trouble during Erina's cooking process, he had also not helped in any way throughout the process. Instead, he kept asking particularly stupid and low-level questions for kitchen novices.

Other than that, there was no other communication.

However...

Sitting at the table, Tina Scamander looked at her husband with a little worry. It had only been less than ten minutes, and Newt, who seemed to have put down his burdens just now, had become a little worried again.

You should know that tonight's dinner can be said to be the most sumptuous meal in these days.

Not to mention the delicious and juicy pan-fried portobello mushrooms, the vegetable crisps that are more flavorful and refreshing than ordinary potato chips, the soft and slightly spicy parsley crab cakes, the stir-fried carrots coated with sweet and salty sauce, the clam chowder that perfectly combines the rich meat aroma and seafood... These are just ordinary European home-style dishes.

Just the ice-fire salmon and Wellington steak, which were carefully cooked by Erina as the main dish of tonight, can make most senior gourmets unable to suppress the saliva constantly secreted in their mouths—the warm spices and the cool juniper berries compete in the mouth, as if placing the salmon from the glacier on the hot volcanic rock; the fragrant, moist and crispy puff pastry is wrapped in a tender and juicy steak, interspersed with fragrant mushroom sauce, and the bacon flavor that cannot be ignored...

However, even in the face of these incredibly delicious dishes, Newt still showed a distracted look.

In Mrs. Scamander's memory, even when facing Gellert Grindelwald, Newt had not been so absent-minded for so long. In the past few weeks, Newt must have encountered something very serious.

Tina secretly made up her mind that if Newt still didn't intend to confess tonight, then those bottles of anti-aging potions and vitality potions that she had painstakingly bought from the market tomorrow after the children left might come in handy.

Just then, Newt suddenly looked up at Erina and, unusually, took the initiative to speak at the table.

"By the way, Erina... I don't know if you've ever heard of a strange disease called night blindness in the non-magical world. Do you know any way to treat this disease? Or is there any magic that can cure it?"

"Night blindness? Of course I know. It's mostly temporary nighttime vision loss caused by a lack of vitamin A."

Erina smiled slightly and elegantly cut open the juicy Wellington steak on her plate.

"As for the solution, it's quite simple—eat meat! In the early stages of the disease, you can quickly recover from temporary night blindness by eating a few more meals of meat."

"However, compared to the magical world, it is not easy to eat meat in the non-magical world."

Erina glanced at Newt meaningfully and said softly.

"If you can't efficiently utilize the remaining internal organs of animals, then the only way to solve this problem is to find a way to expand the channels for obtaining livestock meat... Although in the current economic environment, many places in the non-magical world are short of food for people to eat, let alone having the spare capacity to feed large livestock..."

"Is that so? Okay... I understand."

Newt was silent for a while, then nodded calmly.

Before his wife sitting next to him could ask, Newt took a breath, as if he had finally made a decision, turned to look at Tina Scamander, showed a somewhat apologetic smile, and said softly.

"Sorry, Tina, I've made you worry these days... After dinner, I have something I want to tell you."

The devil's contract, the claws of the Dark Lord—these are not what he needs to consider. So many years have passed, and sometimes he is not as good as some eleven- or twelve-year-old girls. Some things, you have to do them yourself to know the future...

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Today is a small chapter... I didn't finish writing 10,000 words QAQ, sorry~

ps: I said yesterday, it's best to have food to accompany you to watch, so... cute little chubby chickens shouldn't forget, right? ^o^