As he walked out of the kitchen, Grindelwald put on a black suede jacket with a spinning pin on his lapel. He took a plate of pie from the tray and put it on the table, its skin glistening from the icing. The sweet smell made everyone lean a little closer to the plate. A plate of very clean napkins flew over and landed in front of everyone.
"Everyone, please allow me to interrupt. After talking for so long, you must be hungry. Hunger affects your emotions, and rationality suppresses your impulses. Please try this fish flavored minced meat pie that I made. " Under the sunlight that drifted in through the window, Grindelwald's short white hair and the well-trimmed beard on his face shone slightly. His voice had a soothing power as he said, "This is made from the fattest carp in the Black Lake and the eel meat that the Muggle fishermen in Plymouth City in Devon made today. I combined salmon and cooked eggs and added date palm slices … Between the sweet and salty taste, in order to take care of Abusi's taste, I brushed an extra layer of icing to wrap it up. The bottom was also brushed with a thick layer of cream."
Knives, forks, and small plates flew in front of everyone. Dumbledore stood up with a smile, held a knife, and cut the fish pie for the guests like he was the master of the place.
Alji Longbottom held his plate. The atmosphere was tense just a moment ago, but now Grindelwald suddenly treated them so warmly, as if they were really here for a party. This contrast made him feel a little uncomfortable. In Foley's opinion, the atmosphere had turned from tense to terrifying. He had been worried that Scrimgeour would lose his cool and have a bigger argument with Allen Harris, or even fight with him. But now, he just shrank further into the corner and buried his head to enjoy the fish pie bit by bit. The icing melted in his mouth, but he didn't know how to taste it. This was made by the first The Dark Lord himself. Although he knew that Grindelwald had 'turned over a new leaf,' he could only grit his teeth and carefully enjoy it when Grindelwald treated him so warmly.
"Desserts are the best medicine to cure all unhappiness." Dumbledore said with a smile. "Gellar, it seems that I have to sprinkle some icing today. Allen, Rufus, do you want some?"
"Thank you, but I don't like it as much as Abusi. If you have butter beer, please give me and Hermione a cup. Please add some extra ginger juice." Allen waved his hand and refused. Scrimgeour didn't reply and only shook his head in response.
Hermione pursed her lips. She couldn't get rid of the uncomfortable feeling in her heart when Scrimgeour talked to Penello. When she heard Dumbledore's words, she noticed the frosted fish pie. She looked up and saw Dumbledore who was sprinkling the icing. She opened her mouth, but in the end, she chose not to say that too much sugar was bad for the elderly..
"I thought you prefer to drink Coke." Grindelwald responded to Allen. His slender fingers summoned two cups of butter beer from the kitchen. However, his sharp eyes had already noticed Hermione's expression. "Hermione, indulging once in a while won't affect you too much. I promise you won't have any problems after eating a piece. Also, I've prepared some jellied eel. When you leave, please bring it to your parents. They treated me to it once a few days ago. Although the taste is a little heavy, it's not bad. So, I tried to replicate it."
"Thank you so much … You are really talented in this aspect." Hermione took the cup of butter beer with a dry voice. The assurance that there wouldn't be any problems made her feel embarrassed.
"Abusi is much worse when it comes to eating. He still has a childish taste. Give him enough sugar and he will be satisfied …" Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore with a doting smile. He then stood up and looked around. "Then, when it's not convenient for you to speak for the time being, I heard all of you quarreling with me. I heard your quarrel just now. Do you all want to hear my opinion as an outsider? "
Bowens, who did not touch the cutlery in front of him, thought it was inappropriate for Mr. Grindelwald to ask them to eat before the matter was resolved. However, she now understood that he had other intentions. "Mr. Grindelwald, please don't worry. Feel free to express your opinion. Looking at the problem from a different perspective can help us see the facts better and clarify the way to do things. "
"Thank you, Bowens. Everyone has their own position, but many things can only be seen clearly by outsiders." Grindelwald looked at Bowens with a pair of strange eyes as if he did not need to blink at all. He nodded slightly and thanked Bowens. "Whether the methods of the British Ministry of Magic and Harris' methods and process are controversial or not … As an ordinary person, I don't care too much. What I care about is what I can see for myself …"
Everyone was amused by the first The Dark Lord's description of himself as an ordinary person. Scrimgeour's expression showed his attitude. After all, the Dark Lord's ability to bewitch people was well-known.
"Haha, at least I can only be regarded as an ordinary wizard now, right?" Grindelwald took in their expressions and laughed self-deprecatingly. "As everyone knows, I've been to the magic world of many countries … Although I don't know much about Britain, I've heard some things about it. I know the shortcomings and advantages of these magic governments, but as I said just now, it's no longer important to me. After all, I won't use them for anything anymore …" He looked at Longbottom, Bowens, and Scrimgeour with a mischievous look. Then, he nodded with satisfaction. "But after I came to the floating city, I've never seen anything like this before. My magic history is not bad. As far as I know, only some myths have such a prosperous scene in such a short period of time …"
"Gatler, you're overpraising me …" Allen said with a smile. He knew what Grindelwald was talking about, but as the person involved, it was not convenient for him to say too much.
"Allen, you're too modest … What I want to say is, whether it's you, Director Scrimgeour, Allen and Hermione, or Dumbledore and Bowens, or even myself … No matter what you've done, there's only one purpose, and that is to hope that the magic world can develop better and wizards can live better lives." Grindelwald looked at Scrimgeour. "Now, Allen has done that, hasn't he? Every day, more and more foreign wizards come to the floating city to settle down. With the help of the Mise energy core, new bookstores and alchemy workshops are being built one after another. Three streets away, there's an Italian illusionist who opened a shop. The noble ladies in my neighborhood can use this illusionist who's proficient in fashion to create makeup and hairstyles that they couldn't even imagine before. It's very suitable for them to attend dinner parties. Of course, you have to remember to go home before the spell disappears … "
Amelia Bowens asked doubtfully, "Mr. Grindelwald, what are you trying to say?"
"This kind of prosperity was once my dream to build a wizard kingdom … More importantly, it seems to have benefited the Muggle as well. It's a win-win situation." Grindelwald smiled wickedly. "The rise of a country, society, or ideology is accompanied by violence and destruction. According to my previous thoughts and experience, in fact, in my best imagination, there wouldn't be such prosperity and potential … But even if I wanted to achieve my vision and make the magic world prosperous, the process would be much more violent and bloody than it is now, wouldn't it? … You don't have the habit of underestimating the power of others. Although you care a lot about the reputation of the Ministry of Magic, even if it requires the sacrifice of justice … And from my judgment of you, Mr. Scrimgeour, perhaps if you were in Harris' position, you would even allow the arrest of innocent people … "
"Gellert! Don't mention the past! Don't abuse your eyes, the prophecy might not be accurate! " Dumbledore raised his voice to remind his companion. He looked at Scrimgeour apologetically. "Rufus, please don't mind those speculations. But I think … Gellert's words make some sense. This is also the reason why I tried to intervene in your political battle today to help Harris persuade you. You care too much about the small details, so you can't see the problem from the bigger picture … Rufus, you are also a Gryffindor. I think we should be more adventurous. Perhaps you should continue to give them a chance, and also give yourself a chance …"
Scrimgeour drew his chair a little nearer to the sofa, and his mind flickered back and forth with thoughts of Alan's consequentialism, Grindelwald's words, and his own stubbornness. As the day wore on, the sunlight from outside, which ought to have come in from its angle, shone dazzlingly high above the hedge.
"Now, I would like to hear Harris' opinion on me, who called for a strike, and my subordinates who participated in the strike …"
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