HP Shavings Wizard

Chapter 349 Northern Europe

Young teenagers are full of energy.

I drank some wine at night and took a nap in my room. The next morning I was energetic enough to get up early and go fishing.

Early morning and dusk are the best times for fish activity.

However, Durmstrang's large ship was sneaking underwater, and when it passed by an area, it could clearly see where the fish schools were and what kind of fish they were.

The reason for choosing to fish early in the morning is simply to finish the day's tasks quickly in the morning and catch enough fresh fish to eat for the whole day.

I don’t know where it is now.

Maybe the sea floor?

In short, compared to the somewhat narrow surrounding environment yesterday, it is now suddenly open, and with the faint light from the ship's side, one can barely see the schools of fish outside the protective shield of the ship.

Allison's eyes fell on the sunken ships around him.

Compared to Durmstrang, an antique that looks like a medieval shipwreck, treasure or ghost ship, the things below still look full of technology.

Many are wrecks of battleships and cruisers from World War I.

Many sea creatures have occupied this place, treating these debris as their own secret shelters, and gradually developing a life unique to them.

Alison saw in the gravel on the seabed the mouth of a fish that suddenly moved and ate the small fish.

It's flounder.

The flounder ate the small fish, but was accurately summoned by Alison using the Flying Spell and thrown into the fish barrel on the deck, ready to be one of today's meals.

Cod, herring and mackerel are commonly eaten in Northern Europe, and there are also schools of fish in Western Europe.

Over there, several young wizards were taking out fishing nets from the cabin that had been bought only last year and had only been used a few times, and were discussing excitedly where to cast the nets.

Kraft, who usually looks a bit serious in his military uniform, is quite indulgent towards them in such small matters as eating, unlike Karkaroff in the original novel.

Because these are not big things.

They are all wizards who are about to graduate and live on their own. Some of them are younger generations who tend to be saints. What right does he, as a headmaster, have to interfere in?

Of course, if they procrastinate so much that there is no fish for breakfast and delay the husband's meal, he will beat them up or not!

Little Kraft led everyone to cast the net, and it seemed that he was eyeing the herrings nearby.

Alison's eyes were fixed on the bluefin tuna that was farther away and more rare. She poked the Durmstrang men who were about to cast their nets to catch fish, signaling them to look into the hazy darkness in the distance.

Several young wizards from Durmstrang looked in the direction she pointed.

Seeing this, they couldn't help but be stunned.

A large shadow, with faint scales reflecting a faint silver light, was approaching at a very fast speed.

Several people's eyes widened immediately, with expressions of shock and excitement on their faces.

Bluefin tuna!

One of the top predators in the Atlantic Ocean.

The body length can reach 3 meters, and the weight can range from 150 kg to nearly 700 kg.

Although this fish is ferocious, its meat is extremely delicious, especially the meat in the belly, which has an excellent taste and is a top-notch ingredient.

They are rare and generally hard to see, but they didn't expect to encounter them this time!

There were less than twenty people on the boat, and the young wizards were not greedy. They just wanted to catch a small one, just enough to try on the way.

Such a large body was not suitable for the fishing nets they had previously used.

Maybe someone has to swim over to catch it...

The three old wizards who were chatting were also disturbed by the small commotion and looked over.

When Kraft saw the school of tuna, he was surprised at first, then his brows lit up with joy and he turned his head.

"Gentlemen, we are lucky this time."

His eyes were full of confidence, and he fully believed that the elite wizards on the ship could leave a tuna.

Dumbledore also smiled and nodded slightly, looking at the children who were eager to try.

"It looks like there will be a good show to watch today."

Grindelwald leaned lazily against the side of the ship, his chin supported by his hand, smiling arbitrarily, also revealing a sense of watching a show.

Because of magic, the wizarding world has long known how to eat tuna, but it is not often eaten.

This rare large fish is only eaten for its freshness when encountered, and is not deliberately caught.

Several old wizards were mainly enjoying the show.

After being caught, bluefin tuna will struggle violently, causing lactic acid to accumulate in its muscles, increasing its body temperature, and causing the fish meat to become pale and the sour taste to increase.

However, their body temperature is high and their fat content is high. If they are not handled promptly after being caught, they will easily rot and spoil, producing an unpleasant odor.

Their blood content is as high as 20% of their body weight. The blood is difficult to completely remove after death, which greatly affects the taste of the meat.

In the past, in the Muggle world where technology was not well developed, there was a history of feeding this kind of rotten meat to cats.

This requires young wizards to bleed and kill these powerful and agile sea elves as quickly as possible while chasing them.

In a sense, it is more troublesome than the second competition in the original book.

At least the Grindylo in the Black Lake is not as ferocious as those giant fish that can drag people into the sea. A Grindylo can be kicked away with just one kick, and tuna weigh more than three times the weight of many people. I can't imagine how powerful they are in the sea.

A few people wanted to use the human head transformation technique to create fish gills to try to get closer, but when they saw the size of the approaching tunas, they had to give up with reluctance.

They were considered the best young wizards in Durmstrang. They were usually full of confidence, even to the point of being a little arrogant.

But today, facing the overlord of the ocean without any preparation, he is helpless.

Not only the few people who were originally preparing to fish, but also the others were alarmed by the excitement here. They came to the deck one after another, clinging to the edge, waving their wands to think of a solution.

Someone tried to use the flying spell.

But this spell is quite ineffective when used against living creatures, especially resistant living creatures, not to mention that the force on the opposite side comes from a fish weighing more than 100 kilograms.

As expected, it failed.

The fishing team did not perform well, but the onlookers who were eager to watch the fun were very interested.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald gathered together, looking very excited, each holding a piece of beef pie freshly baked by the house-elf, and made no secret of their desire to watch the show.

Seeing the school of tuna getting closer, the young wizards became nervous and the atmosphere became more and more solemn.

At this moment, there was a "whoosh" sound, and a thick and old rope, which was suspected to have been taken out from the utility room, flew out of the cabin and tightly caught the largest tuna.

Who is so reckless to just pick the biggest one?!

I can’t finish this!

A brown-haired boy ran out of the cabin, holding a magic wand in his hand and pulling the rope with a smug look on his face. He looked muscular but simple-minded.

Everyone's eyelids were twitching.

Young people do not respect martial ethics.

The boy obviously did not realize the seriousness of the problem and tried to call on everyone to drag the tuna onto the boat.

The result can be imagined.

Before anyone could stop it, the tuna struggled in the water, allowing the boy to pass through the protective shield and be dragged into the sea.

The classmate is about to be caught by the fish!

The young men of Durmstrang were all horrified and quickly cast spells to save people.

Dumbledore was speechless but really wanted to laugh. He sighed, put down the beef pie, pulled out the Elder Wand, cut the rope with one spell, and reeled the young wizard back.

The not-so-bright brown-haired boy was soaked and in a miserable state. He lay on the deck and kept coughing, with the sea water flowing down the corners of his mouth.

Alison was silent for a moment, and didn't intend to wait any longer. She directly used a killing curse, and the green light completely ended the tuna tied to the rope.

Ordinary creatures without magic resistance are truly powerless against the Killing Curse, a spell that targets the soul.

No matter how strong your physical strength is, it is useless.

All beings are equal under the Avatar.

The poor tuna, whose soul has completely bid farewell to its body, has no way to continue struggling, making the fish meat unpalatable.

"..."

The young wizards of Durmstrang were silent.

The Killing Curse killed the match.

Although I knew that Miss Alison was a habitual offender of the Unforgivable Curse, this was really too skilled!

Whose first thought when faced with something is to use the Killing Curse?!

Even schools like Durmstrang that teach dark magic don't dare to teach this way.

In Hogwarts, is there some meaning in Mr. Grindelwald's Defense Against the Dark Arts class that they don't understand... ?

After the boy recovered, he saw everyone gathered around the side of the boat, staring into the sea, and he hurried over.

The bluefin tuna tied to a rope was floating in the sea, drifting with the current, no longer as ferocious and powerful as before.

The tuna reflects the silver light, and its deep blue back is interspersed with a faint purple iridescence, which looks particularly beautiful.

Alison tilted her head, signaling them to use the Flying Spell to pull them back.

Some of the young men used the flying spell, while others summoned the half rope, and they worked together to drag the spoils onto the boat.

Kraft asked the house-elves to carry the tuna into the kitchen to process it.

For breakfast, you can have a big plate of sashimi, fry some fish cakes, and make some sandwiches.

A few of them wandered over with interest to see how the tuna was being processed.

They had only been on the road for a week, and they had never caught such a big fish.

Others also left and dispersed.

Some are collected and put back into the fishing net.

Some went back to read.

Some accompanied the unfortunate child back to the room to dry his clothes in front of the fireplace.

Others were also clinging to the side of the boat, looking around to see if there were any small fish that interested them, preparing to use the Flying Curse to catch a few as today's leftovers.

Otherwise it would be really boring on the boat.

For those who are new on the boat, it may be a bit exciting to experience fishing life in the first one or two days, but these "old guys" have no interest at all.

Alison approached Dumbledore proudly, without saying a word, but with an expression on her face that showed she was waiting for praise.

Dumbledore laughed and reached out to touch Alison's head: "You know that even though there is tuna to eat, I really don't want to praise you for your good use of the Killing Curse."

Even as he said this, he still rewarded Alison with a kiss on the cheek.

Grindelwald was not very straightforward, so he simply forced the half of the beef pie on his hand into Alison's mouth. After blocking her mouth, he drove the child away.

Dumbledore smiled helplessly: "Can't you be a little... so, a little more mature? Gale, I always want to ask this question. Your behavior really doesn't match your current age."

Grindelwald leaned close to Dumbledore and pecked him on the lips, with a hint of pride and boastfulness: "What about this? This is the 'mature' behavior, right?"

Dumbledore sighed and pushed him away: "...There are children here."

Ignoring the flirting couple, the breakfast was still wonderful.

The ship's kitchen always has fresh lemons available to remove the fishy smell of meat.

After the tuna was bled and frozen, the cut belly was drizzled with lemon juice and a large plate of triangular pieces of meat was placed on the table for everyone to help themselves. It looked like spread pink wings, with delicate fat lines faintly visible.