Europeans do not have the habit of eating chicken feet and chicken offal.

Especially after witnessing the whole process of Elena's cooking, Grindelwald has no interest in chicken intestines, chicken gizzards, chicken hearts, chicken livers, and chicken, no matter how a dish looks and aromas, it can't compete with the rich imagination of human beings.

This is one of the reasons why many Chinese restaurant kitchens are not allowed to enter.

However, under the threat of Elena's silent gaze, Grindelwald was forced to politely taste the stir-fried chicken offal, and then immediately put down the fork and focused on the steaming chicken blood soup and the chicken called flower.

Perhaps for most Britons, chicken blood soup is also a strange dark dish, but Gellert Grindelwald, who grew up at the junction of Germany and Austria, has a wonderful sense of intimacy when he picks up the bowl of chicken blood soup - German pig blood sausage and pig blood soup are world-famous specialties.

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I don't know if it's a psychological effect, he sometimes even has the illusion that Elena may be his own granddaughter, after all, whether it is personality, ideals or eating habits, the two are quite compatible.

"Whew, sure enough, the Germans have the same taste as the people of the Northeast. ”

Elena glanced at the old potato with a happy look on her face, and the corners of her mouth curled smugly.

Although she is not good at German cuisine, she still knows how to cook traditional Northeast home cooking, and if there is anything to do next time Grindelwald needs to help, a sauerkraut stew with blood sausage will probably satisfy the old devil.

"Well, if nothing else, I'll go back first, Hannah is still waiting for me. ”

Elena looked up at the wall clock in the classroom, waved her hand at Grindelwald, picked up the two pairs of chicken wings and feet that had been wrapped on the table, and walked in the direction of the Hufflepuff common room.

The details for tomorrow have been finalized, and the rest is more up to the on-the-spot performance, as long as Grindelwald, the master of spells, is on the sidelines, even if the final performance can't be continued, there are countless ways to forcibly save the scene.

In addition, the supper was almost finished, and Elena naturally had no intention of continuing to accompany Grindelwald to chat.

If nothing else, Hannah Abbott was probably still at the door of the Hufflepuff common room, waiting for her to come back to sleep - even though she had told Hannah that she wasn't going far, the dead-eyed little guy would still be more and more worried as time went on, right?

This little demon king is much happier than he was back then......

Grindelwald watched Elena leave the classroom, looked down at the unopened chicken beside him, shook his head dumbly, and took out a golden-red phoenix tail feather from his coat pocket and shook it.

"Fawkes, pick me up. ”

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Hufflepuff common room.

Sure enough, as soon as she pushed open the barrel door, Elena looked up and saw little Hannah curled up on top of the armchair.

It was almost late at night, and after a full day of classes, it was naturally impossible for Hannah Abbott, who still belonged to the category of normal human beings, to maintain a very high level of energy.

"Elena, you're back......"

I saw that Xiao Tieniu's head was like a chicken pecking rice, and it was lit in the air for a while, and when she heard a sound at the door, she suddenly raised her head sleepily, looking at the white-haired dumplings that appeared at the door, and a resentful look appeared in her eyes.

Elena glanced at Hannah, who was full of sleepiness, sighed helplessly, and reached out to rub the little iron girl's head.

"Didn't I say that you don't have to wait for me and go to bed by yourself?"

"But if you get lost, I can still go out and look for you. ”

Hannah shook her head, trying to clear herself up, and said with a serious expression.

In fact, if Elena hadn't returned to her dorm room after twelve, Hannah would have gone straight to Professor Dumbledore.

As for whether Mr. Filch will be spotted on the road, Hannah is not worried at all, according to Hermione's analysis, as long as the search for Elena is used as an excuse, Professor Dumbledore will most likely tolerate a night walk.

After all, when she and Hermione were in the school library before (Elena was working as a teaching assistant in the Potions classroom at this time), they happened to meet Professor Dumbledore once, and the old man also made it very clear that if there was any problem, he could go to the headmaster's office on the eighth floor to ask him for help.

"Stupid, Hogwarts is so big, how can you find me. ”

Elena, who didn't realize that her wings had been targeted by the old radish, shook her head with a smile, opened the package in her hand, and brought the two pairs of golden chicken wings in her hand to Hannah's eyes.

"Taste this. I just made it, and it's delicious......"

Moments later......

The few chicken wings all went into Hannah's mouth, and even the chicken feet that Elena originally planned to keep for herself contributed to it, but it didn't matter to Elena, after all, she had already eaten a lot before.

Belch~

"I'm so happy!"

There was no one else in the empty lounge, and Hannah felt her belly and burped, lying on the carpet without an image.

The Scottish Sousses chicken is not the small chicken that is commonly found in the East.

As one of the oldest chicken breeds in the world, even if it is only two pairs of wings and hind legs, it is still a breeze to fill the already small stomach of an eleven-year-old little Lori.

It was already night, and through the dome dotted with magical fireflies, at first glance it looked like a sky full of stars, and the flowers and plants in the Hufflepuff lounge were soothingly scented.

Elena leaned on her back beside Hannah and looked at the ceiling of the lounge, enjoying the rare silence.

Such a slow-paced life was an almost unimaginable luxury for her in the past.

Even when I came to Hogwarts, every day before was chaotic, thinking about how to do things or how to deal with the chaotic future almost every moment, and there were few idleness like now.

Most of the chess pieces have already fallen, and the rest is left to time to ferment slowly.

Whether it is the financial war at Gringotts, or the public opinion of the Age of Magic, including the handling of the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, it is not something that can be solved in a short time, and until these things are completely over, it is not suitable for Elena to get involved too deeply.

Or, wait until tomorrow to deal with the matter of "Singing and Singing" smoothly, and then stop for a while, right?

Listening to the sound of Hannah's breathing beside her, Elena breathed a sigh of relief, and carefully picked up Hannah, who was already asleep, and gently put it on her bed.

Fall asleep with the dream of Hannah Lori, and wake up believing that it is another beautiful day.

Meanwhile.

Near the distant village of Autrie-St. Cachpol.

In Lovegood's house, a ten-year-old Lori suffered from insomnia again......

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Goo~ Chapter 3!

The current progress (9/25), fat chickens remember to give Elena a refill~

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