Chapter 153 Shall I Sing You a Song?

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The chopsticks, oh no, the wand hit the exquisite dinner plate produced by Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, making a crisp sound.

"Huh? Hiccup~~What's going on? Where's my big plate of cheese and bacon potato balls?!"

Elena, who suddenly had an empty sandwich, came to her senses, looked at the plate in front of her that was used to hold cheese and bacon potato balls in confusion, and blinked.

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

She remembered that she didn't eat much. If she recalled it carefully, there were only three: the first one, the next one, the last one, the last one, the last one...

However, as an optimist, Elena has considerable experience in self-comfort and counseling.

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

Thinking of this, Elena, who was originally a little anxious about eating secretly, suddenly felt more at ease, and the trace of guilt in her heart was instantly wiped away.

"It's just that, in this case, the shock value brought by the food itself is somewhat insufficient."

Elena swallowed and relied on her strong will to move her eyes away from the three solitary potato balls on the plate. She frowned in distress and tapped the wand in her hand thoughtfully.

——Perhaps we should refer to some other techniques?

Sizzle...

While Elena was in a daze, a slight sizzling sound came from the direction of the fireplace in the room, and at the same time, a faint burnt smell drifted into Elena's nose.

Hey, what's going on...

A bad premonition quietly flashed through her mind. Elena, who was in a daze, suddenly turned her head, looked over at the sound, and then let out a scream.

"Oh shit! My garlic bread is still toasting!"

"It's terrible, there are organ potatoes in the oven! It's time to take them out and spread them."

"Hey, it's so hot, so hot, so hot, the tongs... where are the tongs?"

"We still have to fry the cabbage. Forget it, if we don't wash it, we won't be able to see it anyway."

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

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A quarter of an hour later, at the top of the tower of Nurmengard Castle.

"So, everything you said before is true?"

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

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

On the only dilapidated wooden table in the room, several white and brand-new dinner plates were lined up. The food inside exuded an attractive aroma, which was in sharp contrast to the burnt potatoes that Grindelwald silently hid behind him.

Elena, who reappeared in Grindelwald's room, had already taken out a new set of clothes from her suitcase and changed into them - from the Hogwarts-style black wizard robes to dark blue jeans paired with Hutch's. Mix and match ways to wear the Patch Academy knitted sweater.

Faced with so many obvious changes, if Grindelwald still insists on thinking that Elena is a "prison cellmate" who has the same disease as him, then he may really be suffering from severe Alzheimer's disease.

Obviously, the little mixed-race lolita in front of him, who ate the potatoes he had worked so hard to bake, actually had a much more nurturing living environment than Grindelwald imagined. His old friends were about to put this Are you spoiling the annoying little guy? !

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

Elena glanced at the first-generation Dark Lord, whose face was as stinky as constipation, and said cautiously that she had never expected that the gap between rich and poor would have such a strong critical impact on the old man who was once at the top of the world.

You know, in order to prevent Grindelwald from being too embarrassed, when she served the dishes quietly, she suddenly cleared her throat at the door to remind herself that she had arrived.

So that the first-generation Dark Lord, who was still grinning and "rubbing" the potatoes with magic power, could have enough time to adjust his emotions and hide the half-rubbed potatoes behind his back - well, of course, everything was done at the moment. It was done in front of her. After all, the kind-hearted little fairy would not make any sound when walking.

"Not hungry."

Grindelwald's eyes calmly swept over the garlic bread, bacon organ potatoes, cheese bacon potato balls, and stir-fried cabbage that were placed in front of him. His throat rolled quietly and he said expressionlessly.

Gu~

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

Strange, he obviously didn't...

Gulu~Gulu~Gulu~

The strange sounds continue to echo and are getting stronger.

"Is it fun?"

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, his cold gaze piercing the little girl in front of him who was making strange noises with her mouth bulging. His chest felt tight, and he felt a burst of fire rising up.

"I just think it would be more appropriate to have some essential background music at this time. You see, you are really hungry, otherwise you wouldn't cover your stomach immediately."

Elena, who was imitating the sound of her stomach rumbling, stopped and stuck out her tongue. If her cute and playful look were in another place, she would be able to charm many hopeless lolicons.

"you……"

Grindelwald took a deep breath, and he began to understand why Dumbledore would not even show his face, but cheated on both ends and ran away.

Gu——

At this moment, Grindelwald, who had not eaten yet, finally couldn't suppress his hunger, and his stomach let out an embarrassing growl.

"Look, look, I'm just saying..." Elena said triumphantly as the erected hair on top of her head swayed from side to side in excitement, while pushing the dinner plate on the table towards the old man.

"Shut up! Get out! I just like to eat potatoes baked with magic."

Grindelwald finally couldn't help it and roared loudly in anger. If he hadn't considered that he might not be able to defeat this energetic little monster, he would have even wanted to beat him.

As he spoke, Grindelwald turned sideways without looking at the dishes on the table and the annoying white-haired dumpling. He took out the half-rubbed potatoes from behind and prepared to continue the process.

"It's not okay to be picky about food... Well, Mr. Grindelwald, how about I sing you a song to appetize you?"

Elena glanced at the old man who was making the final struggle, thought about it, and carefully exited the room. Standing outside the threshold, she tried hard to recall the famous "Ode to the Millennium Recipe" from her previous life, and slightly curved her mouth. , sang in a clear voice.

"Baked potatoes, boiled potatoes, cheese bacon potatoes, mashed potatoes, French fries, and shredded potatoes. Stir-fried chicken, lentil soup, Alaskan steamed cod, spaghetti Bolognese, Wiener Schnitzel..."

“Vinegar braised beef, currywurst, chargrilled steak, beef rolls, lasagna, and that turkey kebab. Original chicken nuggets, turkey noodles, Hungarian soup, mousse, grilled sausage, plus roasted pork knuckle and A tall glass of cold beer…”

"Stop! You win! You are simply the reincarnation of Satan!"

Grindelwald turned around abruptly. He could no longer suppress the hunger in his belly, and finally reluctantly chose to compromise amid 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 beautiful songs unmoved...

(Click here to expand the lyrics of the original "Ode to the Millennium Recipe")

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As a friendly reminder, I strongly recommend that you read this chapter in the beautiful singing voice of Luo Tianyi's version of "Ode to Thousand Years of Recipes". Fat Chicken's every word count is correct.

Good night(.)