"Let it blow smoke!" Alastor chirped breezily. "Take a closer look!"

Molten sugar was starting to coat a section of one of the logs, the flames briefly flaring up before getting choked out.

Alastor gave another snap of his fingers, this time summoning several fat gumdrops from various places on the wall. They hovered for a moment, wreathed in a glowing red aura, before he flicked his wrist to send them hurling into the angry oven-witch's mouth to start covering more of the already-affected log.