Newmontard Castle.

"It's a bit bells and whistles, but in terms of taste, it's barely qualified. ”

Grindelwald unhurriedly poured the last cheese bacon balls into his mouth with a fork, biting into the crispy crust and letting the fragrant cheese fill his mouth, his eyes slightly closed, and he felt the soft and glutinous mashed potatoes crush on the tip of his tongue.

The old man bowed slightly, and there was no more praise or evaluation than that.

To be precise, Elena's practice should actually be attributed to a variant of "popping cheese potato balls", which belongs to a more common classic banquet dish in Western cuisine.

If Grindelwald is not mistaken, the whole recipe would have been: mashed potatoes wrapped in cheese and bacon, dipped in egg wash and breadcrumbs, fried to a crispy crust and still a runny cheese inside, and served with dipping sauces such as ketchup and sweet and chili sauce.

As for the stir-fried cabbage, which has some flaws, it is not worth mentioning, whether it is the pretreatment of the ingredients or the cooking process, it is obviously full of perfunctory, and it is slightly better than the "pig food" stewed in the deaf and dumb old man's cauldron in one go.

The aroma of the garlic bread without the oven was already much lighter, and the worst thing was that it was actually partially baked by this clumsy little girl, and if it weren't for the effect of those "Hogwarts parsley", these toasts would not be as delicious as Grindelwald's own magic "rubbing".

Obviously, even after forty-six years of captivity in the Tower, Elena wanted to shock Grindelwald with her not-so-good Western cuisine, which she was not good at, but she took it for granted.

Until all the food on the plate was eaten, the original Dark Lord still maintained the rhythm of the old gentleman's meal, which made Elena, who had been looking forward to watching a good show, couldn't help but be disappointed.

"Alright, I'm done eating. Now tell me, how did you suddenly learn to cast spells without a wand?"

Grindelwald put down the cutlery in his hand, put all the plates in order, looked at the silver-haired girl in front of him with interest, and returned to the previous topic.

One thing he was sure of was that Elena wouldn't be casting spells without a wand before she came to Nyumengard.

In the eyes of most wizards, especially those who have not experienced large-scale wizarding wars, it is enough to be able to skillfully use a wand to cast spells and find a decent job in the wizarding world.

Wandless and silent spells are in the wizarding world what are non-magical theories of relativity - although most highly educated people can say a few words to some extent, but only know the names and some basic concepts.

With the exception of Grindelwald, who had voluntarily confined to Newmengard Castle, there was hardly a second wizard who spent such a long time and thanklessly researching a wandless spell.

Therefore, if Elena had shown such a talent in Hogwarts school, then Albus's personality would not have omitted this point when she tried to convince Grindelwald to teach this girl.

If it is inferred from this, then the time Elena mastered the wandless spell casting technique could only be within an hour from seeing Grindelwald "hand rubbing potatoes" to the girl completely completing all the dishes.

Obviously, this half-breed little girl must have figured out a set of black technology theories that are completely different from the conventional wandless spellcasting process, although you don't need to think about it to know that it must be ridiculously naïve and full of all kinds of loopholes......

However, for Grindelwald, who is now in a bottleneck, what he needs is precisely the kind of guidance that can be used to look at magic from a new perspective without the constraints of conventional dogmatic thinking.

Elena glanced at Grandpa Grindelwald, who had eaten every plate cleanly, but still had a calm and disgusted look on his face, and laughed secretly in her heart - she prepared the weight of two people, isn't this still eating it all in one go.

So, tsundere is a disease and must be cured.

Therefore, before answering Grindelwald's question, he must first get the two of them in a correct position, and don't always use a superior style to talk to her. You know, times have changed, and it's no longer the world that once belonged to the original Dark Lord.

"You may have misunderstood one thing, I am neither your servant nor your follower. ”

Elena smiled slightly, looking at Grindelwald after a full meal, "After enjoying the fruits of other people's labor, what about some basic etiquette and respect, and what should be thanked?" Professor Dumbledore told me that you used to be a very personable wizard...... Of course, maybe that's just the past. ”

Since the fight with Grindelwald, the mystery of this legendary terrible dark wizard in Elena's heart has rapidly decreased, if she is still a little afraid of Dumbledore, she has no psychological pressure in the face of Grindelwald who can fight her back and forth.

"Thank you, great work. ”

Grindelwald's face twitched, and he said with a slight reluctance.

As the saying goes, eating people with soft mouths and short hands is applicable no matter what kind of cultural background it is placed in. As a cultivated gentleman, Grindelwald still can't do that kind of unqualified behavior that turns his face and doesn't recognize people.

It's just that the way Grindelwald is used to expressing gratitude is usually not presented in words, and it is always a little uncomfortable to be asked like this, especially in the face of this little thing full of bad water.

"Now, then, you can ......," the old man paused, looking at Elena.

"Just thank you? Don't you have anything to say about these delicious dishes? How does it compare to what you used to eat at the castle? Do you want to eat anything at the next meal? What kind of memories do you bring back?"

Before Grindelwald could finish speaking, Elena narrowed her eyes happily, interrupted quickly, and hurriedly launched a second pursuit.

I saw that the dull hair on the silver-haired little Lori's head was swaying happily from side to side, and the delicate little face that was slightly raised seemed to be full of the childish expression of "Come and praise me, come and praise me".

“......”

Grindelwald took a deep breath, looked at the little thing in front of him, and raised an eyebrow - maybe he should try to cool down this little guy who was confident in his cooking skills.

While searching in his mind for the food he had tasted in those years, a memory appeared on Grindelwald's face, and he pouted with a little disgust, "Except that the bread is baked, the vegetables are not washed, the organ potatoes are cut crookedly, and the cheese potato balls are not dipped and the portion is too small, but overall it is not bad." You forgot to add eggs, but it's not your fault. ”

"There are a lot of good memories, and I remember that when the power of Italy and France was over, the craftsmanship of those conquered house-elves was at best a little more than yours. Of course, that's because they're magical, and a snap of your fingers can be the equivalent of an hour of clumsy rookie wizards like you. ”

"As for the next meal, Hungarian beef stew, salami pizza with thick cheese, bolognese pasta...... Well, it would be great if you could have a Bavarian-style roast pork knuckle. ”

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