In the new home of Vice Headmaster Grindelwald of Hogwarts University, a group of parents and their young adepts stared blankly at the banquet going on in the courtyard, forgetting to retrieve the large pumpkin candy basket engraved with the words "Help Yourself" near the door.
There was another place in the courtyard where ingredients were cooked and processed. All the necessary kitchen utensils were neatly arranged. A long, gorgeous, lacquered table was placed in the middle of the room. Several unique, metallic candles were placed on the table covered with a white tablecloth. All the utensils shone with an expensive luster under the candlelight. The German-style candles floated high in the air, embellishing the food and wine on the table with a hazy glow.
If it weren't for the several corpses that had turned black and had mushrooms of different sizes growing out of their eye sockets, body, and limbs, compared to the various strange decorations of the surrounding neighbors, this place would have looked more like a creepy open-air restaurant.
The large mushrooms that grew out of their bodies looked like broad leaves, while the small ones on their necks looked like mottled fish scales. The color of these mushrooms was like the 'soil' that provided nutrients for them, dark flesh with a hint of gray. These mushrooms were growing very vigorously.
Even though they knew that this was just a disguise and not the real thing, in the eyes of the onlookers, they felt their hair stand on end and their whole body itch. Combined with the situation on the table, a nauseating feeling rushed up their throats. In fact, many people had already thrown up. However, apart from the nausea and fear, there was something else that attracted them to continue watching.
As many people were invited, the guests of this banquet left after finishing their meal. The one waiting for his meal was the male adept, Grimson. He sat at the head of the table on the left. Apart from the organs in his chest and abdomen that had been cut open, there was nothing out of the ordinary. Two of Grindelwald's old subordinates were still sitting in this row. They had already started eating. One of them had his leg cut off and was bleeding, but he was eating a piece of roast meat. The other had his tongue cut off and was cutting off the last bit of stew.
Xenophilius Lovegood, accompanied by Penelope's parents, had apparently only been seated a short time ago, and was setting the table for his two unsightly and somewhat frightened Muggle friends in a familiar way.
As the host of this banquet, Grindelwald was dressed very appropriately. His white shirt was very neat, with almost no creases. The buttons were buttoned all the way up to the collar. He was personally cooking for his guests.
Just like the musical notes left behind by The Dark Lord that Allen and Luna learned about when they were in Demstrand, some music scores floated in the courtyard. Muggle's classical music played melodiously in the courtyard. Grindelwald just happened to be in the rhythm and placed a fresh lung on the chopping board. The lung was steaming, fresh and healthy. from the color, it looked.
His slender hands overlapped each other and pressed forcefully on the lungs in accordance with the rhythm of the music, expelling the remaining air and impurities inhaled by humans through the rhythmic pressure. The lung was squeezed out of the lungs.
It was like a bubble that was popped after it floated.
The silver blade glinted coldly under the moonlight. The blade cut into the lung without any hindrance.
It was chopped into minced meat along with the other organs.
Grindelwald then poured them into the stomach along with onions, oats, and other side dishes.
The silhouette of Grindelwald was like a lonely mountain. It was silent, but it made people feel cold, oppressed, and frightened. Was this the reason why the onlookers refused to leave the scene of horror and disgust?
Grindelwald's cooking also had the power to bewitch people. It was very rhythmic.
Subtle curiosity and fear drove them to continue watching.
Grindelwald put the stomach that he had just processed into the pot.
After casting an illusion spell to cover everyone's eyes, he put a piece of meat that had been stewing for three hours on a plate. He scooped a few spoonfuls of mashed potatoes and vegetables and placed it in front of Red Nose Grimson.
Then, he used a knife to cut open the stomach and let the internal organs inside come out.
"The famous Scottish dish, Haggis?
It's more suitable with whiskey. " Grindelwald said as he poured a glass of wine for Grimson. His indifferent gaze swept across Grimson's empty chest. He stretched out his hand and made an inviting gesture. "Grimson, this dish is done well. Is it not good for your liver to drink too much?
But your lungs are very healthy and tender. "
"I listened to your advice and didn't smoke much." Red Nose Grimson's tone was a little emotional.
His voice was louder than usual. He raised his glass to greet Grindelwald.
Under the effect of the illusion, his ribs were like wings that were being pried open.
The remaining organs were still trembling with his movements.
"Gellert?
The last time I ate your food was more than 50 years ago. It's my great honor to be able to attend your banquet again. It's a pity that Linda is no longer here. Her French dishes are quite good. "
"I heard that Mrs. Harris's cooking is not bad. Perhaps as a member of the Rosier family, she has Linda's recipes. But you can only drink this small glass tonight. We can only enjoy this if we live a few more years." Grindelwald's face was filled with nostalgia. He pointed at the pumpkin bucket he placed at the door. "Don't leave so quickly after eating. Take a purple velvet box in the foyer. A few days ago, Dumbledore and I were shopping. He saw a round wizard hat in a boutique. He promised the Weasley family to celebrate the festival at the New Burrow, so I think this new hat suits you. Take it with you when you leave."
After the short greeting, Grindelwald ignored Grimson, who did not know how to respond to the argument between Grindelwald and Dumbledore. Grindelwald turned back into a chef and faced the newcomer, Xenophilius. "I'm very sorry, Xenophilius. And... if I'm not wrong, it's Krievart and his wife?" He bowed to the Krievart couple. "I'm very honored that you accepted my invitation when you were busy making new laws."
"Gellert, your place is too attractive. They thought that the house I made for Flipper was just strange and not scary. It didn't get many votes." Xenophilius pointed at the onlookers who were curious about the performance and the identity of the former The Dark Lord. He noticed Grindelwald's gaze and lowered his head to look at the Sacred Relic of Death on his chest. "Speaking of which, it's because of this necklace that I was beaten up by someone in Europe. Luckily, Pandora is powerful."
"Then I'm sorry... Only those who are familiar with them can be sure that it's not my mark..." Grindelwald's gaze swept across the symbol that looked like a triangular eye on his gold chain. Then, he noticed that the Krievart couple's gaze was on the mushrooms in the yard and the guest who was eating the bloody brain in his own skull with a spoon. What was even stranger was that his tongue was forked.
"Oh, that's the frontal lobe of the brain. It doesn't matter if Abernathy loses it. In fact, the brain itself doesn't produce any pain … although I personally suggest that he eat his tongue …" Grindelwald looked at the people around him who gasped after hearing his explanation and smiled gently. He then leaned over behind the Krievat couple's chair and covered their eyes with his hands. "Kind ladies and gentlemen, don't worry. These are just illusions. They're just playing along with me for today's Halloween atmosphere … I won't really kill people just to plant mushrooms … Perhaps you've heard of 'The Silence of the Lambs'? Muggles' movies fascinate me now, just like their music … "
Under Grindelwald's hands, the scene in front of the Krievart couple changed. They, who had seen through the illusions, knew the true scene of the banquet. The dead body covered with mushrooms in front of them was actually a piece of rotten wood in the shape of a human. The wizard named Abernathy, who was eating his own brain, had a special plate on his head. The human brain on the plate had turned into the original baked goat brain with Parmesan cheese.
"Bach can be considered as the father of western music... But my daughter prefers Beethoven..."
"That's indeed a good movie. Also, I have to admit that the costumes are really exquisite. Mr. Grindelwald... You do look like Hannibal."
Krivat and his wife pursed their lips and politely returned the greeting with a smile. They were used to wanting to blend into the so-called upper-class society, so they generally did not reject the invitation of such a high-status wizard. Now that they had seen through the illusion, the slight regret they had for the overly realistic scenery dissipated.
"No matter if it's the will given to us by the wizard's Merlin, the Muggle's God, or even Lady Ravenclaw, we're not only going to create art, we're going to become art … Every life is a piece of music. We're limited affairs with unique arrangements …" Grindelwald shrugged. "Merlin and God must like to kill too. They're always there … Aren't we made according to these gods?" Grindelwald used a copy spell on the ridiculously thick menu and divided it into three portions in front of them. "Honorable guests... Please take a look at what you want to eat tonight. If it's not on the menu, just point it out. As long as you have the ingredients and I can make it, there won't be a problem... Please take a look first. But before that... "
After saying that, Grindelwald retreated to his kitchen area and waved his wand. The fish and chips in the oil filter basket beside the oil pan automatically flew into the paper bags and were packaged. Then, he directed the paper bags to accurately fly into the hands of the surrounding onlookers.
Grindelwald's actions made the hungry wizards who were watching them eat cheer. The British wizards didn't really understand him because he never came to the United Kingdom during the time when he was wreaking havoc. Only now did they realize that the first The Dark Lord was not as terrifying and unapproachable as they had heard from the rumors.
"I can't let the little wizards stand by and watch anymore. This is not in line with my habit of being a human... This is a sin against the development of the magic world... So, I will do something to warm everyone up..." Grindelwald raised his index finger to his lips and pointed to the sky as the crowd burst into louder cheers and applause. With a faint smile on his face, he moved his index finger away from his lips and pointed to the sky. "But before the banquet begins... Everyone, please take note that I don't have... vegetarians here."
(Author's Note: The middle-aged Hannibal Max Mickelson is expected to replace Johnny Depp as Grindelwald. Two years ago, the author used Hannibal's image to create the first appearance of Grindelwald and was criticized for not being suitable. Now, the author felt that he had made a prophecy and was full of confidence again. Also, the author of The Silence of the Lambs is also a Harris named Thomas Harris.)
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