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Chapter 1772: A War with No Winners (Part 222)
Chapter 1772: A War with No Winners (Part 222)
The morning breeze carried the sound of delightful laughter, and a chubby cat lounging on the windowsill, basking in the sun, twitched its ears. It lifted its head to watch a little girl chasing a white "free-range chicken" in the distance, then lazily opened its mouth and scratched its whiskers with its paw, preparing to continue its nap.
Before the cat, Tom, could close his eyes, the little girl stumbled and fell onto the lawn, bursting into loud sobs.
Tom, with agility that belied his plump physique, leaped from the windowsill and trotted over to the girl, nudging her with his head. He looked up at the approaching young man with a resigned expression.
"There, there, no more crying!"
Albert stroked Tom's head and lifted the little girl, Alice, high up, explaining to the young woman approaching them, "Xue'er tripped and fell."
"I wonder who she takes after; I wasn't this mischievous when I was her age," Isabella laughed, taking her daughter from Albert.
"Me neither, maybe she's hungry."
"Or perhaps her diaper is wet," Isabella said with experience, kissing Albert's cheek. "Breakfast is ready; you can go ahead!"
Albert watched Isabella's departing figure, picked up the cat that was rubbing against his pants, and whispered, "You seem to have gained weight again, Tom. You need to go on a diet."
As Albert carried the cat to the dining room, Katrina, who had already finished her morning exercise, was drinking milk as usual and greeted Albert with a smile.
"Today, Louise and I are going to France to check out the potion industry in the Witch's Beauty Shop," Katrina shared her plans for the day.
"The result will probably disappoint you!"
Albert already knew the outcome without even going; what kind of industry could wizards have?
Automated potion production?
Impossible!
It was simply a labor-intensive industry, and brewing potions required a certain level of potion-making expertise.
He did have some ideas for semi-automated potion production.
However, some things couldn't be rushed and required patience, just like the current situation in the magical world.
The relationship between wizards and goblins was deteriorating, and while it hadn't reached the point of a direct goblin rebellion, that time wasn't far off.
Both sides were exercising restraint, trying to prevent the conflict from escalating further, but how long could this restraint last?
After breakfast, everyone went about their own business.
Upon arriving in Avalon, Albert found a large tent set up near the park. Hagrid, having finished his chores at Hogwarts, had come to Avalon as promised to help.
When Albert saw the gamekeeper again, he was complaining to Hermione about something.
"What's going on here?" Albert asked, puzzled.
"I've been to your field and greenhouse, and they're great, but the door is a bit small. I almost couldn't squeeze in," Hagrid rubbed his head, complaining to Albert.
"Hagrid just brought a batch of chicks!" Hermione pointed to the large wooden crate Hagrid was holding. "We're going to put them in the chicken coop, so we can be self-sufficient with chicken meat and eggs from now on."
"Sorry, Hagrid, I didn't consider this at first."
Albert offered Hagrid an apologetic smile and, taking out his wand, gently enlarged the door of the chicken coop.
"That's much better.
Hagrid put down the large crate and bent down to enter it.
Albert and Hermione exchanged smiles, waved their wands to levitate the wooden crate, and beckoned Hermione to join him.
When Albert entered, he found that quite a few people had already arrived and were following his plan, using fences to separate the various fields to prevent a large-scale infection.
The only issue was that it was a waste of effort.
The fences were too short to contain the adult chickens.
"I think we should build more greenhouses!"
As Albert handed the large crate to Hagrid, Qiu Zhang suddenly ran over and suggested, "We can also expand the original greenhouse; there's not much room for planting inside."
To Albert's surprise, not only Qiu Zhang but also others shared this idea.
"Hagrid went to the greenhouse this morning and picked a few of the tomatoes you planted, so..."
Even Shanna felt like she had discovered a new continent.
The tomatoes Albert had planted in the greenhouse were exceptionally sweet and completely different from the ones they had eaten before.
Realizing that all the vegetables after Avalon would be supplied by the greenhouse, everyone understood the importance of the greenhouse. This directly affected their food supply, and from now on, the availability of various vegetables would depend on the number of greenhouses.
"Alright, there's no need to rush. We'll take things one step at a time."
Albert had never raised chickens, neither in his previous life nor in this one, so he needed Hagrid's help to fill in the gaps and ensure they didn't make too many detours.
After a busy morning, they finally finished setting up the chicken coop.
Although Albert had prepared a vast field, even without providing food, it was sufficient to raise the batch of chicks Hagrid had brought. However, not preparing feed was obviously unrealistic, as raising chickens was no simple task.
The timing of slaughtering them was a problem.
Once the roosters grew old, their meat was tough and only suitable for stew.
The chicken and mushroom stew they had for lunch was the best proof of this. The meat of the old rooster in the stew was too tough, and the texture was truly unpleasant.
As for the mushrooms in the stew, Albert had grown them himself, using corn cobs, which yielded a modest harvest but was still a good start.
"I think Avalon needs a chef."
During the short afternoon break, Shanna brought up this matter with him.
To eat well, they needed someone dedicated to culinary research, and professional matters required professionals.
"You mean Dobby?" Albert raised an eyebrow slightly, "But I don't think he enjoys cooking, at least not wholeheartedly."
"No, I mean..." Shanna hesitated, unable to find the right words.
"We don't have anyone specialized in that here."
It wasn't that Albert was unwilling, but there were hardly any such people in the entire British magical community.
"Or have you found such a talent?"
"No, I just think we can give it a try. Maybe someone will be interested in cooking."
Shanna looked at Albert as he shared his thoughts, "It's okay if not. As long as someone is truly passionate about cuisine, they can learn gradually."
"That's a good idea. You can give it a shot, but it's best not to get your hopes up too high." Albert wasn't very optimistic about the idea, as he doubted the existence of chefs in the British magical community. However, he didn't want to dampen Shanna's enthusiasm, as sometimes the outcome wasn't the most crucial aspect.
(End of Chapter)
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