Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

"This garlic bread is battered. Although you scraped off the black charred part, even if I closed my eyes, I could smell that bad smell of burnt batter."

"A bolognese potato, I've eaten it before. But it's much better than you made it. At least not like yours. Every piece of potato is cut in different thicknesses. Of course, the most important thing is the same problem. Roasted It's too old. "

"Oh my god! The stir-fried cabbage is still muddy, yuck, yuck, you little guy, can't you even wash vegetables? If it was me when I was the most irritable, I could shoot the whole plate on you Face. "

In Elena's singing like a demon, Gellert Grindelwald, who took the initiative to pick up the knife and fork, did not break up in front of her outstanding cuisine as the girl imagined.

On the contrary, as Grindelwald tasted the dishes in front of him while pouring cold water mercilessly, the gas field in the room gradually began to be controlled by Grindelwald.

After all, as the top gangster who once controlled half of the magic world, the first generation of the Dark Lord-Gellert Grindelwald is not an ordinary wizard who has no knowledge.

You must know that in those years of expansion and expansion, even if he did not have any special requirements for diet, his fanatic followers will also actively provide food for Grindelwald as much as possible to achieve them. The ultimate.

These memories of beautiful food, even if Grindelwald has been trapped in Newmontgarde Castle for more than 40 years, those past experiences and insights will not fade away with time, but will heal in endless thoughts. The invention is clear.

Don't be angry, don't be angry, this is an ignorant old man who doesn't know what to do.

In case she accidentally hit something wrong, she had to kneel for a while and beg the Dark Lord not to die.

"..."

Elena swept her gaze while picking at her work, while she kept feeding Grindelwald with food in her mouth, and the corner of her mouth could not help twitching.

Oh, man.

Obviously the body and eyes show such a strong sense of satisfaction and pleasure. I wish to sweep away all the dishes in one breath, but I have to pick and choose here.

If you think about it carefully, the original Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald can be regarded as the biggest character she has hosted since she came to this world.

Fortunately, Grindelwald has been eating "pig food" for decades in a row, so in theory, the strategy will be more difficult-only a little help is needed.

In order to cope with such a situation, Elena has already added some unique things to the dishes. Now you only need to wait for the effect of the drug to quietly ...

Soon, in Elena's looking eyes, Grindelwald's complexion after eating several pieces of "secret garlic bread" finally changed.

"Well, is it for this reason, it is not an illusion."

The old man thoughtfully glanced at the garlic bread in his hand, pondered, raised his head to look at Elena, frowned and asked.

"What are the green things on the slices of bread? Why do I always think you seem to have added something strange to my food."

If Grindelwald remembers it correctly, the taste of the authentic French-style garlic bread that he once ate does not seem quite the same as the "garlic bread" right now.

At least, under normal circumstances, ordinary ingredients will definitely not have this strange and refreshing taste that lingers around the tip of the tongue, and it is impossible for the magic in his body to consciously produce a slight resonance.

"Oh, this one. This is a parsley planted in Hogwarts. The taste is very unique. We eat this every day for breakfast. Professor Dumbledore also knows this."

Elena answered without changing her face.

This is not a lie. This morning, half of the students at Hogwarts School had eaten this.

"Really? But ..."

Grindelwald glanced suspiciously at Elena with a sceptical look, although neither the look nor the tone seemed to be false. However, according to his long life experience, Grindelwald is very clear that the true skill of lying is not necessarily a lie. The white-haired ball in front of it must hide some hidden secrets.

Moreover, Grindelwald almost couldn't help making strange sounds after chewing the first slice of garlic bread, unless it was because of its superior self-control ability and the burnt smell of the bread.

At that time, the little guy in front of him with a broken heart would take the opportunity to laugh at him. This point, he had been warned from the girl's expectant strange eyes, and there might be some traps waiting for him.

The first Dark Lord who had experienced the war of the Wizards would not treat the white-haired dumpling in front of him as an innocent ordinary little girl, nor would he think that only a roasted potato could make this just fight him The finished mixed-race girl becomes a little lady.

"Of course, if you ask Professor Dumbledore, you know that I never lie."

Seeing the suspicion in Grindelwald's eyes grow stronger, Elena put a smile on her face and pushed the small bowl with three cheese bacon potato **** in front of Grindelwald, quickly changing the subject.

"Don't say this, let's try this dish. This is my most successful work today."

"The most successful work? Three small potato **** that are not enough for me to eat in a bit, can it be called a dish?"

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, picked up the fork and randomly pulled the three small **** in front of him, and said quite funnyly, with a hint of disapproval in his tone.

After tasting Elena's culinary works, although Grindelwald's mouth was stiff, Grindelwald was actually quite satisfied. God knows how many years he hasn't had such a decent dinner.

And Albus Dumbledore's thoughts about sending the girl ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ and some of his plans and calculations afterwards, Grindelwald, who was a close friend of the elderly for many years, almost guessed seven or eight-no The only thing is to expect, through the girl's outstanding cooking skills, to ease the relationship between the two, let him take the initiative to help Hogwarts teach problem students.

To be honest, as Grindelwald himself, it is indeed a little curious about a mixed-race little Meiwa who is born with powerful magic. If he and Dumbledore jointly teach, what will it grow into? monster.

But before that, you have to suppress the arrogance of this little thing a little bit, otherwise, maybe you ca n’t wait until Dumbledore returns to Newmontgarde Castle, he is already exhausted by this energetic little guy Exhausted.

"You will know if you try ..."

Elena smiled meaningfully and took the old man's hand to cut one of the potato balls.

"This, this is!" At the next moment, Grindelwald's eyes widened instantly.

I saw ...

(=)