Chapter 1264 ? Handling Opinions

Walking out of the kitchen door, Grindelwald put on a black suede mud jacket with a rotating pin pinned to the lapel. From the tray, he put a plate of pies with a glossy crust because of the icing on the dining table, and the sweet smell made everyone lean towards the plate. A dish of very clean napkins flew over and flew in front of everyone.

"Everyone, please allow me to interrupt. After talking for so long, I must be hungry. Hunger affects emotions, and reason restrains impulse. Please try this fish-flavored ground meat pie I made first." Outside the window Under the sunlight that floated in, Grindelwald's short white hair and well-trimmed beard shone slightly, and there was a soothing force in his voice, "This is made of the fattest carp in the Black Lake and today's Yude It is made of minced eel meat made by Muggle fishermen in Plymouth, Wen County. I combined salmon and boiled eggs, and put date palm slices...in the sweet and salty taste. In order to take care of Albus's taste, I added It was brushed with icing sugar to coat it, and the bottom was covered with heavy cream."

Knives, forks and small plates flew in front of everyone, and Dumbledore stood up smiling, holding a cutting knife, and sliced ​​fish pies for the guests with a sense of ownership.

Algie Longbottom held his own plate. He was still in a tense atmosphere just now, but now Grindelwald suddenly received such warm hospitality, as if everyone really came to a party. This contrast made him a little uncomfortable; In Foley's view, the atmosphere has turned from tense to terrifying. He has been worried just now that Scrimgeour will be impatient and have greater quarrels with Alan Harris, or even fight. But now, he just shrunk his figure into the corner more and more, buried his head and enjoyed the fish pie bit by bit. The taste of icing sugar melted in his mouth, but he couldn't taste it. This was made by the first generation Dark Lord himself. Although he knew that the other party was considered "good", but the other party's hospitality was out of politeness or fear. I had no choice but to bite the bullet and carefully make the enjoyment Zhuang.

"Dessert is a good medicine to cure all unhappiness." Dumbledore asked with a smile, "Gellert, it seems that I have to sprinkle some icing sugar today, Ellen Rufus, do you want it?"

"Thank you, but my taste is not as sweet as Albus's. If there is butter beer, please bring me and Hermione a glass. Please add some ginger juice." Allen waved his hand and refused, while Scrimgeour just shook his head without replying. counts as a response.

Hermione pursed her lips. Scrimgeour's words against Penelope made her feel uncomfortable. It was only when she heard Dumbledore's words that she noticed the fish pie covered in icing sugar and raised her head. He noticed Dumbledore who was sprinkling icing sugar on himself, and opened his mouth. In the end, he still didn't choose to say the opinion about those elderly people who eat too much sugar is not good for their health.

"I thought you'd rather drink Coke." Grindelwald responded to Allen's call. His bony fingers summoned two glasses of butterbeer from the kitchen, but his eyes were keenly aware of Hermione's expression , "Hermione, indulgence once in a while won't affect you too much. I promise you won't cause any problems after eating a piece. In addition, I have prepared some jelly eels. Bring them to your parents when you leave. , They invited me to eat once a few days ago, although the taste was a bit heavy but it was not bad, so I tried to reproduce it.”

"Thank you so much... You are really talented in this area." Hermione took the butterbeer glass with a dry tone, and her assurance that there would be no problems made her flustered with embarrassment.

"Albus is not good at eating. It's still a child's taste. Give him enough sugar to satisfy him..." Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore with a doting look and smiled, then he stood up Glancing around, "Then it's not convenient for you to speak for the time being. I heard all your quarrels just now. Do you want to hear my thoughts as an outsider?"

Burns, who didn't move the tableware in front of him, felt that the matter had not been resolved. It was a bit inappropriate for Mr. Grindelwald to come out to greet him for food.

But now she understands that the other party has other intentions: "Mr. Grindelwald, please don't worry, just express your opinion. Looking at the problem from another angle can help us see the facts better and clarify the way to do things."

"Thank you Burns, everyone has their own position, but many things are often only seen clearly by outsiders." Grindelwald looked at Burns with a pair of peculiar eyes as if he didn't need to blink at all. Slightly nodding his head in thanks, he continued, "Is there any controversy over the British Ministry of Magic's method, Harris' method and process... As an ordinary person, I don't really care too much. What I care about is what I can see for myself..."

People obviously smiled at the first-generation Dark Lord's description of himself as an ordinary person. Scrimgeour's expression showed his attitude. After all, this Dark Lord's ability to deceive people is well known.

"Haha, at least I can only be considered an ordinary wizard now, can't I?" Grindelwald put their looks in his eyes and smiled self-deprecatingly, "As we all know, I have been to the magic world in many countries... although I don't know much about it British, but I have heard about it. I still understand the advantages and disadvantages of these magical governments, but as I said just now, this is not an important thing to me. After all, I will no longer What did you do with them..." He looked at Longbottom Burns and Scrimgeour in a mischievous manner because his words seemed to be more than enough, and then nodded with satisfaction, "But after I came to the floating city, everything in front of me was me. I have never seen it before, my magic history is not bad, as far as I know, only some fairy tales can have such a prosperous scene in such a short period of time..."

"Gettler, you are overrated..." Allen said with a smile. He understood the direction of Grindelwald's conversation, but it was not convenient for him to mention these too much as the person involved.

"Alan, you are too humble... What I want to say is, whether it is you, Director Scrimgeour, Alan and Hermione, or Dumbledore and Burns, or even myself...no matter what you do, all The purpose is only one, and that is to hope that the magic world can achieve better development and wizards can live better." Grindelwald looked at Scrimgeour, "Now Alan has achieved this, isn't he? Floating Void City every day More and more foreign wizards have come to settle in the Floating Void City. With the Miser energy core, new bookstores and new alchemy workshops have been established one after another. An Italian female illusionist opened a shop three streets away. The noble ladies in the neighbor's house can use this fashion-savvy illusion to create more makeup and hairstyles than they could have imagined before, which is especially suitable for attending dinner parties. Of course, you have to remember to go home before the magic disappears..."

Amelia Bones asked suspiciously: "Mr. Grindelwald, what you mean by saying this is..."

"This kind of prosperity used to be the dream wizarding country I wanted to build... More importantly, it seems to have benefited the Muggles and achieved a win-win situation." Grindelwald smiled evilly, " The rise of a country, society or ideology is accompanied by violence and destruction. According to my previous thoughts and experiences, in fact, my best vision would not have such prosperity and potential... But even if I want to achieve my vision, I think Let the magic world prosper, the process of which is much more violent and bloody than it is now, isn't it?... You don't have the habit of underestimating the power of others, although you care about the reputation of the Ministry of Magic very much, even if it needs to pay justice... And from my eyes In your judgment, Mr Scrimgeour, perhaps you would even allow the arrest of innocent people in Harris' position..."

"Gellert! Don't bring up old things! Don't abuse your eyes, predictions may not be accurate!" Dumbledore raised his voice to remind his companions to stop, and he looked at Scrimgeour apologetically, "Rufus, please don't pay attention to those speculations, but I think...Gellert's statement also has some truths, which is why I tried to intervene in your political battles today, to help Harris, to persuade you that you are too concerned about some small details, so that you can't get out of it. Looking at things from a broader perspective...Rufus, you are also a Gryffindor, I think we should be more adventurous, maybe you should continue to give them a chance, and give yourself a chance..."

Scrimgeour moved the chair a little closer to the sofa, and the words about Allen's consequentialism and Grindelwald and his own stubbornness kept flashing in his mind, and as time passed, the sunlight outside The relationship between the angle should have spilled more, and the sun was high above the hedge, dazzling.

"So now, I want to hear Harris' opinion on me who called for a strike, and my subordinates who participated in the strike..."