Click.

Chopsticks, oh no, the wand slammed into the delicate plate produced by Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with a crisp sound.

"Huh?hiccup~~ What's the matter, what about my big plate of cheese bacon potato balls?!"

Elena came back to her senses, looked at the plate in front of her in confusion for the cheese and bacon balls, and blinked.

Before I knew it, there were only three potato balls left on the plate.

She remembered that she hadn't eaten much, and if she remembered carefully, there were only three: the first, then another, the last, the last, and the last......

However, as an optimist, Elena has considerable experience in self-soothing and grooming.

After all, if you think about it from another angle, she is actually thinking about Grindelwald's body. You know, the calories in cheese are too high, and it's good for the elderly to taste it once in a while.

Thinking about it like this, Elena, who was originally a little uneasy because of stealing food, suddenly felt a lot more at ease, and the guilt in her heart was instantly swept away.

"However, in this case, the shock that the food alone can bring is somewhat insufficient. ”

Elena swallowed, and with a strong will, she looked away from the three lonely potato balls on the plate, frowning a little distressedly, and her fingers thoughtfully tapped the wand in her hand.

- Maybe there are some other techniques that should be referenced?

Zizizi......

While Elena was in a daze, there was a slight sizzling sound in the direction of the fireplace in the room, accompanied by a faint smell of burnt paste wafting into Elena's nose.

Huh, what's going on......

A hint of bad premonition quietly flashed through her heart, and Elena, who was in a daze, suddenly turned her head, heard the sound and looked over, and then let out a miserable scream.

"Oh no! my garlic bread is still baking!"

"It's too bad, there's an organ potato in the oven! ”

"Oh, it's hot, it's hot, it's hot, it's ......hot, it's Where's the tongs?"

"I still have to fry cabbage, forget it, I can't see it anyway. ”

With the girl's exclamations from time to time, there was another rush of ping-pong in the kitchen.

............

A quarter of an hour later, the top floor of the tower of the castle of Neumengard.

"So, what you said before is true?"

After a moment of silence, Gellert Grindelwald had a complicated expression on his face, took a deep look at the white-haired ball in front of him, raised his tone slightly, slapped the hardwood bed board with his palm, and repeated it again.

"It's unbelievable, Albus, this guy actually transformed my previous room into a little girl's bedroom without saying a word?!"

On the only shabby wooden table in the room, several fresh white plates were lined up, and the enticing aroma of the food inside contrasted sharply with the charred black potatoes that Grindelwald had silently hidden behind him.

Elena, who reappeared in Grindelwald's room, had already picked up a new set of clothes from her suitcase and changed into them - from the black Hogwarts wizard robes to the dark blue jeans and Hufflepuff College knitted sweaters.

In the face of so many obvious changes, if Grindelwald still insists that Elena is his "cellmate", then he may really have severe Alzheimer's.

Obviously, the half-breed little Lori in front of him, who ate the potatoes he worked so hard to bake, actually lived in a much more nourishing environment than Grindelwald imagined, and his old friends were about to spoil this nasty little guy, right?!

"Now, Mr. Grindelwald, why don't you try my cooking?" ”

Elena glanced at the original Dark Lord with a stinky face like constipation, and said cautiously, she had never imagined that the gap between the rich and the poor would have such a strong critical damage to the old man who was once at the top of the world.

You know, in order to avoid Grindelwald being too embarrassed, she quietly cleared her throat at the door when she was serving the food, reminding herself that she had arrived.

So that the original Dark Lord, who was still grinning and "rubbing" potatoes with magic power at that time, could have plenty of time to adjust his emotions, and hide the half-rubbed potatoes behind him - well, of course, everything was done in front of her, after all, kind-hearted little fairies can't make a sound when they walk.

"Not hungry. ”

Grindelwald's eyes calmly swept over the garlic bread, bacon organ potatoes, cheese bacon potato balls, and stir-fried cabbage in front of him, and his throat rolled silently, and he said with a blank face.

Mutter~

At the same time, a sound like the croaking of a frog sounded in the quiet space. Grindelwald's face changed suddenly, and he subconsciously covered his abdomen, and a trace of embarrassment and surprise flashed in his eyes......

Strange, he obviously didn't ......

Gollum ~ Gollum ~ Gollum Gollum ~ Gollum Gollum Gollum ~ Gollum Gollum ~ Gollum Gol

The strange sounds continue to reverberate, and they tend to intensify.

"Isn't it fun?"

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, his gaze coldly pierced the little girl in front of him who was puffing out her mouth and making strange noises, her chest was tight, and she only felt a burst of fire surging upward.

"I just think it's appropriate to have some essential background music at this time. You see, you're really hungry, otherwise you wouldn't have covered your stomach in the first place. ”

Elena, who was imitating the sound of her stomach chirping, stopped, stuck out her tongue, and if her cute and playful appearance changed places, she didn't know how much she could charm the hopeless Lolicon.

"You ......"

Grindelwald took a deep breath, and he began to understand why Dumbledore didn't even want an old face, and did something like a double trick and sneak away.

Goo –

At this moment, Grindelwald, who had not eaten yet, finally couldn't suppress his hunger, and a humiliating chirp came out of his stomach.

"Look, look, I'll just say ......," said Elena, the dumb hair on top of her head swaying excitedly from side to side as she triumphantly pushed the plate on the table in front of the old man.

"Shut up! Get out! I love to eat potatoes baked with magical power. ”

Grindelwald finally couldn't help it, and roared loudly in annoyance, if it weren't for the fact that he might not be able to defeat this energetic little monster, he would even have the heart to beat people.

As he spoke, Grindelwald turned sideways and simply ignored the dishes on the table and the annoying white-haired dumpling, took out the half-"rubbed" potatoes from behind him, and prepared to continue the process.

"Picky eaters can't do it...... Shall I sing you an appetizer then, Mr. Grindelwald?"

Elena glanced at the old man who was struggling for the last time, thought about it, cautiously withdrew from the room, stood outside the threshold, and tried to recall the famous "Ode to a Thousand Years of Recipes" in her previous life, the corners of her mouth curved slightly, and she sang in a clear voice.

"Baked potatoes, boiled potatoes, cheese bacon potatoes, mashed potatoes, fries, and shredded potatoes. Sautéed chicken, lentil soup, Alaskan steamed cod, noodle bolognese, Vienna smoked steak ......"

"Vinegared beef, currywurs, charcoal-grilled steak, beef rolls, lasagna, and that Turkish kebab. Chicken nuggets, turkey noodles, Hungarian soup, muris, grilled sausages, plus roast pork knuckle and a big glass of cold beer ......"

"Stop! You win! You're Satan's reincarnation!"

Grindelwald turned abruptly, unable to suppress the hunger in his belly any longer, and finally reluctantly chose to compromise with the girl's singing.

Sure enough, music is the most effective way for human beings to communicate - Elena smiled with satisfaction and continued to sing beautifully unmoved......

(The lyrics of the original "Ode to a Millennial Recipe" are expanded here)

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Friendly reminder, it is highly recommended that you read this chapter in the beautiful singing of Luo Tianyi's version of "Ode to a Millennium Recipe", and every word count of Fat Chicken is correct.

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