"This garlic bread is burnt. Although you scraped off the black burnt part, I can still smell the unpleasant burnt smell even with my eyes closed."
"Bolognese organ potatoes, I have eaten them before. But they are much prettier than yours. At least they are not like yours. Each potato slice is cut into different thicknesses. Of course, the most important thing is the same problem, roasted
Too old."
"Oh my god! The stir-fried cabbage actually smells like mud. Bah, bah, bah, you little guy, can't you even wash vegetables? If it were me when I was the most grumpy, I could slap the whole plate on you
On the face.”
In the midst of Elena's devilish singing, Gellert Grindelwald, who took the initiative to pick up the knife and fork, was not defeated by her outstanding cooking as the girl imagined.
On the contrary, as Grindelwald tasted the various dishes in front of him and splashed cold water mercilessly, the aura in the room gradually began to be controlled by Grindelwald.
After all, as a top boss who once controlled half of the magical world, the first-generation Dark Lord-Gellert Grindelwald was not an ordinary wizard without knowledge.
You must know that during those years of expansion, even if he did not have any special requirements for food, his fanatical followers would take the initiative to provide Grindelwald with food and try their best to meet the requirements.
The ultimate.
These memories of wonderful food, even if Grindelwald has been trapped in Nurmengard Castle for more than 40 years, those past experiences and insights will not fade with time, but will become stronger with endless thoughts.
Found clearly.
Don't be angry, don't be angry, he is just an ignorant, ignorant, bad old man.
If something happened accidentally, she would have to kneel down and beg the Dark Lord not to die.
"..."
Elena glanced at Grindelwald, who was picking at her work and stuffing food into his mouth, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
Ha, man.
His body and eyes clearly showed such a strong sense of satisfaction and joy that he wanted to eat all the dishes in one go, but he still had to pick and choose here.
If you think about it carefully, the first-generation Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald can be regarded as the highest-status boss she has entertained since she came to this world.
Fortunately, Grindelwald has been eating "pig food" for decades, so in theory, the difficulty of the strategy will be lower - just a little help is needed.
In order to cope with this situation, Elena has already added some unique things to the dishes. Now she just needs to wait for the medicine to take effect...
Soon, under Elena's expectant eyes, Grindelwald's expression finally changed after eating several pieces of "secret garlic bread".
"Well, is it because of this? It's really not an illusion."
The old man glanced at the garlic bread in his hand thoughtfully, pondered for a moment, raised his head and looked at Elena, frowned and asked.
"What's that green stuff on the bread slices? Why do I always feel like you added something strange to my food?"
If Grindelwald remembered correctly, the taste of the authentic French garlic bread he once had seemed to be quite different from the current "garlic bread".
At least, under normal circumstances, ordinary ingredients would never have this strange and refreshing taste that lingered on the tip of the tongue, and it was even less likely that the magic power in his body would unconsciously produce a slight resonance.
"Oh, this. This is parsley grown in Hogwarts. It has a very unique taste. We eat it for breakfast every day, and Professor Dumbledore also knows this."
Elena replied without changing her expression.
It's not a lie, "half of the houses" in Hogwarts had eaten this this morning.
"Really? But..."
Grindelwald glanced at Elena, who had a calm face, rather suspiciously. Although her expression and tone did not seem to be fake. But based on his long life experience, Grindelwald knew very well that truly superb lying skills are not
It may not be a complete lie. The white-haired dumpling in front of you must be hiding some ulterior secrets.
Moreover, if it weren't for his outstanding self-control and the burnt smell of the bread that ruined the taste, Grindelwald almost couldn't help but make some strange noises after chewing the first piece of garlic bread.
At that time, the mean-spirited little guy in front of him would definitely take the opportunity to laugh at him. He had already received an early warning from the girl's strange, expectant eyes, and there might be some trap waiting for him.
The first-generation Dark Lord who had experienced the Wizarding War would not treat the white-haired dumpling in front of him as an innocent and ordinary little girl, nor would he think that just a burnt potato could make this little girl who had just fought with him
The finished half-blood Veela turned into a little lady.
"Of course, just ask Professor Dumbledore. I never lie to others."
Seeing the suspicion in Grindelwald's eyes getting stronger, Elena put a smile on her face, pushed the small bowl containing three cheese bacon potato balls in front of Grindelwald, and quickly changed the subject.
"Stop talking about this, let's try this dish. This is my most successful work today."
"The most successful work? Three small potato balls that are not enough for me to eat in one bite, can actually be called a dish?!"
Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, picked up the fork and casually plucked the three small meatballs in front of him, and said rather amusingly, with a hint of disapproval in his tone.
After a preliminary taste of Elena's cooking, although he kept criticizing it, Grindelwald was actually quite satisfied in his heart. God knows he hadn't had a decent meal like this in how many years.
As for Albus Dumbledore's thoughts in sending the girl, as well as some of his subsequent plans and calculations, Grindelwald, who has been a close friend of the old man for many years, almost guessed it - nothing more than counting on it,
I want to use the girl's outstanding cooking skills to ease the relationship between the two and let him take the initiative to help teach problem students at Hogwarts.
To be honest, as Grindelwald himself, he is indeed a little curious about what kind of hybrid Veela a little born with powerful magic power will grow into if he and Dumbledore jointly teach him.
monster.
But before that, we must first suppress the arrogance of this little guy. Otherwise, before Dumbledore returns to Nurmengard Castle, he may have been exhausted by this energetic little guy.
All done.
"You'll know after you try it..."
Elena smiled meaningfully and took the initiative to take the old man's hand and cut open one of the potato balls.
"This, this is!" The next moment, Grindelwald's eyes widened instantly.