Chapter 372 Enjoying life and slow rhythm (seeking a monthly pass!)
Europeans are not accustomed to eating chicken feet and offal.
Especially after witnessing the whole process of Elena's cooking, Grindelwald has no interest in chicken intestines, chicken gizzards, chicken hearts, chicken livers, or chicken.
But the human imagination is rich.
This is one of the reasons why entry into the kitchens of many Chinese restaurants is prohibited.
However, under the threat of Elena's silent gaze, Grindelwald had no choice but to politely take a bite of the fried chicken giblets, then immediately put down his fork and focused his main attention on the steaming chicken blood.
Soup and beggar's chicken on top.
Perhaps for most British people, chicken blood soup is also a strange and dark dish, but when Gellert Grindelwald, who has lived at the junction of Germany and Austria since he was a child, picked up the bowl of chicken blood soup, he had a strange feeling.
A wonderful sense of intimacy - German pig blood sausage and pig blood soup are world-famous specialties.
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I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but sometimes he even had the illusion that Elena might be his biological granddaughter. After all, the two of them were very compatible in terms of personality, ideals, and eating habits.
of.
"Huh, sure enough, Germans and Northeasterners have the same taste."
Elena glanced at Lao Tudou, who had a happy expression on his face, and the corners of her mouth curled up proudly.
Although she is not good at German cuisine, she still knows how to make traditional Northeastern home-cooked dishes. Judging from this, if Grindelwald needs help next time, a meal of sauerkraut and blood sausage will probably make this person happy.
The old devil was satisfied.
"Then, if there is nothing else, I will go back first, Hannah is still waiting for me."
Elena raised her head and looked at the wall clock in the classroom, waved her hand towards Grindelwald, picked up the two pairs of chicken wings and chicken feet that had been wrapped on the table, and walked towards the Hufflepuff common room.
go.
The detailed details about tomorrow have been finalized, and the rest depends on the on-the-spot performance. As long as Grindelwald, the master of spells, is on the side, even if the show cannot continue in the end, there are still countless ways to force the rescue.
field method.
In addition, the late-night snack was almost finished, so Elena naturally had no intention of continuing to chat with Grindelwald.
If nothing else, Hannah Abbott's silly boy is probably still waiting at the door of the Hufflepuff common room, waiting for her to come back to sleep - even though she has told Hannah before that she will not
If you go far away, as time goes by, that stubborn little guy will definitely become more and more worried, right?
This little devil is much happier than he was back then...
Grindelwald watched Elena leave the classroom, looked down at the beggar's chicken beside him that had not been opened, shook his head with a dumb smile, took out a golden-red phoenix tail feather from his pocket and shook it.
"Fox, come pick me up."
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Hufflepuff common room.
Sure enough, as soon as she opened the barrel door, Elena looked up and saw little Hannah curled up on the armchair.
It was almost late at night, and after attending classes all day, it was naturally impossible for Hannah Abbott, who was still a normal human being, to still maintain a lot of energy.
"Elena, you are finally back..."
I saw little Tie Niu's head lighting up in the air like a chicken pecking at rice. When she heard a noise coming from the door, she suddenly raised her head sleepily and looked at the white-haired dumpling that appeared at the door.
There was a look of resentment in his eyes.
Elena glanced at Hannah who looked sleepy, sighed helplessly, stretched out her hand and rubbed little Tienniu's head.
"Didn't I tell you not to wait for me and go to bed by yourself?"
"But if you get lost, I can still go out and find you."
Hannah shook her head, trying to wake herself up, and said seriously.
In fact, if Elena hadn't returned to the dormitory after twelve o'clock, Hannah planned to go directly to Professor Dumbledore.
As for whether Mr. Filch would discover him on the way, Hannah was not worried at all. According to Hermione's analysis, as long as he used looking for Elena as an excuse, there was a high probability that Professor Dumbledore would tolerate such a night walk.
the behavior of.
After all, when she and Hermione were in the school library (Elena was working as a teaching assistant in the Potions classroom at the time), they happened to meet Professor Dumbledore once, and the old man made it very clear that if there were any questions
, you can go to the principal’s office on the eighth floor to ask him for help.
"Idiot, Hogwarts is so big, how can you possibly find me."
Elena, who didn't realize that her wings had been spotted by Old Carrot, softened her eyes, shook her head with a smile, opened the package in her hand, and put the two pairs of golden chicken wings in front of Hannah's eyes.
"Try this. I just made it. It's delicious..."
After a while...
All the few chicken wings went into Hannah's mouth, and even the chicken feet that Elena originally planned to keep for herself were donated, but it didn't matter to Elena, after all, she had done it before.
I've eaten a lot.
Hiccup~
"So happy!"
There was no one else in the empty lounge. Hannah rubbed her belly and burped, lying on the carpet imagelessly.
The Sussex chicken native to Scotland is not the small chicken commonly seen in the East.
As one of the oldest chicken species in the world, even with only two pairs of wings and hind legs, it is still easy to fill the already small stomach of an eleven-year-old little Luoli.
It was completely dark at this time. Through the dots of magical fireflies dotted on the dome, at first glance it looked like a sky full of stars. The flowers and plants in the Hufflepuff lounge exuded a comfortable fragrance.
Elena pillowed her arms, lying on her back next to Hannah and looking at the ceiling of the lounge, enjoying the rare silence.
Such a slow-paced life was an almost unimaginable luxury for her.
Even after arriving at Hogwarts, every day before was spent in chaos. Almost all the time, I was thinking about how to do things or how to deal with the chaotic future. It was rare that I was as idle and idle as I am now.
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Most of the chess pieces have fallen, and the rest will be left to time to slowly ferment.
Whether it is about the financial war at Gringotts or the public opinion in the Magic Era, including the solution to the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, it is not something that can be solved immediately, and before these things come to an end, Erin
It’s not suitable for Na to get involved too deeply.
How about waiting until the "Quiet Quibbler" matter is successfully settled tomorrow and then just take a break for a while?
Listening to Hannah's increasingly steady breathing next to her, Elena let out a long sigh of relief, carefully picked up Hannah, who had already fallen asleep, and gently placed her on her bed.
I fell asleep with Hannah's little luoli whispering in her sleep, and woke up believing that it would be another beautiful day.
at the same time.
Near the remote village of Ottery-St. Catchpole.
In Lovegood's house, a ten-year-old little Luoli once again suffered from insomnia...
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Gu~Chapter 3!
Current progress (9/25), fat chickens, remember to give Elena refills~
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