"The garlic bread is baked, and even though you scrape off the black, burnt parts, I can smell the unpleasant burnt smell even with my eyes closed. ”

"Bolognese apcordion potatoes, I've eaten them before. But it's much better than what you've done, at least not like yours, where each slice of potatoes is cut to different thicknesses, and of course the most important thing is the same problem, it's too old. ”

"Oh my God! The stir-fried cabbage still smells of mud, and you little guy can't even wash vegetables, if it were me when I was at my most grumpy, I could slap the whole plate in your face." ”

In Elena's demon-like singing, Gellert Grindelwald, who took the initiative to pick up the knife and fork, did not collapse in the face of her outstanding cooking, as the girl imagined.

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

After all, as the top boss who once controlled half of the wizarding world, the original Dark Lord, Gellert Grindelwald, was not one of those ordinary wizards who did not know.

You must know that in those years of conquest and expansion, even if he did not have any special requirements for food, his fanatical followers would take the initiative to provide Grindelwald with food, as far as they could.

Even though Grindelwald has been trapped in Newmengard Castle for more than 40 years, these past experiences and insights will not fade with time, but will become more and more obvious in the endless thoughts.

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

In case something went wrong, she would have to kneel and beg the Dark Lord not to die for a while.

“......”

Elena's eyes swept over Grindelwald, who was picking at her work and kept stuffing food into her mouth, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help twitching.

Oh, man.

Obviously, my body and eyes showed such a strong sense of satisfaction and pleasure, and I couldn't wait to sweep all the dishes in one go, but I still had to pick and choose here.

If you think about it carefully, the original Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald can be regarded as the highest-profile bigwig she has entertained since she came to this world.

Fortunately, Grindelwald has been eating "pig food" for decades, so theoretically the difficulty of the strategy will be lower - only a little help.

In order to cope with this situation, Elena has long added something unique to the dishes, and now she just needs to wait for the effects of the medicine to take effect......

Soon, in Elena's expectant eyes, Grindelwald's face, who had eaten several pieces of "secret garlic bread" in a row, finally changed a little.

"Well, it's because of this, it's really not an illusion. ”

The old man glanced thoughtfully at the garlic bread in his hand, groaned for a moment, looked up at Elena, and asked with a frown.

"What's that green stuff on the bread slices? Why do I always feel like you're adding something strange to my food? ”

If Grindelwald remembers correctly, the taste of the authentic French garlic bread he once ate didn't seem quite the same as the "garlic bread" he has now.

At least, under normal circumstances, ordinary ingredients will never have this strange refreshing taste that lingers on the tip of the tongue, and it is impossible for the magic in his body to unconsciously resonate slightly.

"Oh, this. This is parsley grown at Hogwarts, and it has a unique taste, we eat it every day for breakfast, and Professor Dumbledore knows it. ”

Elena replied with an unchanging face.

This is not a lie, this morning, "half of the house" students in Hogwarts have eaten this.

"Yes, but ......"

Grindelwald glanced at Elena with a calm face, though neither her look nor her tone looked like a fake. But based on his long life experience, Grindelwald knows very well that the truly clever lying skills are not necessarily lies, and that this white-haired ball in front of him must be hiding some unspeakable little secrets.

And, if it weren't for his great self-control and the burnt taste of the plate of bread, Grindelwald would have almost made some strange noises after chewing his first slice of garlic bread.

At that time, the little guy in front of him would definitely take the opportunity to laugh at him, and he had already received a warning from the girl's strange eyes full of anticipation, and there might be some trap waiting for him.

The original Dark Lord, who had experienced the wizarding wars, would not treat the white-haired ball in front of him as an innocent ordinary little girl, let alone think that just a burnt potato could turn this half-breed girl who had just finished fighting with him into a little lady.

"Of course, just ask Professor Dumbledore and you'll know that I'm never lying. ”

Seeing the suspicion in Grindelwald's eyes intensify, Elena smiled and pushed the small bowl containing three cheese bacon potato balls in front of Grindelwald, quickly changing the subject.

"Without further ado, let's try this dish, it's my most successful work of the day. ”

"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 his fork and casually pulled the three small balls in front of him, and said quite amusefully, with a hint of disapproval in his tone.

After the initial taste of Elena's cooking works, although there was a strong prickly prickly in his mouth, Grindelwald was actually quite satisfied in his heart, God knows how many years he had not eaten a decent meal like this.

And Albus Dumbledore's thoughts on sending the girl, as well as some of his plans and calculations later, Grindelwald, who has been a close friend of the old man for many years, almost guessed seventy-seven-eighty-eight - nothing more than hoping that through the girl's outstanding cooking skills, the relationship between the two would be eased, and let him take the initiative to help Hogwarts teach problem students.

To be honest, as Grindelwald himself, he is indeed a little curious about what kind of monster a half-breed little girl with natural magic power will grow into if he and Dumbledore are taught together.

But before that, he had to suppress the arrogance of this little thing a little, otherwise, he might not be able to wait for Dumbledore to return to Newmontard Castle, and he would have been exhausted by this energetic little guy.

"You'll find out if you try......"

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

"This—this is!" The next moment, Grindelwald's eyes widened instantly.

Saw......