Walking out of the kitchen door, Grindelwald put a black suede mud jacket on his body, with a rotating pin on the lapel. He put a plate of pie with icing on the dining table from the tray, which exuded a sweet smell that made people slightly lean towards the plate. A very clean napkin flew over and flew in front of everyone.

"People, please allow me to interrupt. After talking for so long, my stomach must have been hungry. Hunger affects emotions and rationality suppresses impulses. Please try this fish-flavored ground meat pie I made first." In the sunlight floating outside the window, Grindelwald's short white hair and well-trimmed beard on his face flashed slightly, and the sound was filled with a soothing power. "This is made of the fattest carp in the Black Lake and the eel meat that was made from the Muggle fishermen in Plymouth, Devon. I combined salmon and cooked eggs and put them in the flakes... In the sweet and salty flavor, I applied an extra layer of frosting to wrap it with thick cream on the bottom."

The knife and fork and the small saucer flew in front of everyone. Dumbledore stood up with a smile, holding a cutting knife, and split the fish pie for the guests with great ownership.

Algi Longbottom held his plate, and was still in a tense atmosphere just now. Now Grindelwald suddenly entertained this warm hospitality, as if everyone was really here to party. This contrast made him feel a little uncomfortable. In Furley's view, the atmosphere had changed from tension to terror. He had just worried that Sclinder would not be able to calm down and had a bigger conflict with Alan Harris, and even started fighting. But now, he was just shrinking his body into the corner, burying his head and enjoying this fish pie bit by bit. The taste of frosting melted in his mouth, but he was a little ignorant. This was made by the first generation of Dark King. Although he knew that the other party had become a "good person", the other party had to bite the bullet and carefully enjoy the strong.

"Desserts are the best medicine to cure all unhappiness," Dumbledore asked with a smile, "Gellert, it seems that I have to sprinkle some icing today. Do you want Alan Rufus?"

"Thank you, but I don't have Albus' sweet taste. If you have butter beer, please give me and Hermione a glass. Please add some extra ginger." Allen waved his hand to refuse, while Sclinger did not reply and just shook his head and counted it as a response.

Hermione pursed her lips, and Sclinger's words at Penelo made her feel uncomfortable. At this time, she noticed the fish pie covered with frosting when she heard Dumbledore's words. She raised her head and noticed Dumbledore who was frosting herself, her mouth opened, and in the end she didn't choose to say anything about the bad health of those elderly people taking too much sugar.

"I thought you prefer to drink Coke." Grindelwald responded to Allen's. His fingers with distinct joints summoned two glasses of butterbeer from the kitchen, but his eyes were keen to notice Hermione's expression. "Hermione, occasionally indulging in is not going to have any big impact on you. I promise that I won't cause any problems if I eat one. In addition, I prepared some eel freezing and brought it to your parents when I left. They invited me to eat it a few days ago. Although the taste was a bit heavy, it was not bad, so I tried to replicate it."

"Thank you so much...you're really talented in this regard." Hermione took the butter beer glass in a dry tone, and her promise that there would be no problems made her feel embarrassed.

"Albus is a lot worse in knowing how to eat. It's still a child's taste. Grindelwald smiled at Dumbledore with a doting look, then he stood up and glanced around, "So when it's not convenient for you to speak, I heard your quarrel just now. Do you want to hear what I, an outsider, think about me?"

Borns, who had not moved the tableware in front of her, originally felt that the matter had not been resolved yet. It was a bit inappropriate for Mr. Grindelwald to come out to greet food, but now she understood that the other party had another intention: "Mr. Grindelwald, please don't worry, just express your opinion. Looking at the problem from a different perspective can help us better see the facts and clarify the way we do things."

"Thank you, Borns, everyone has their own position, but many things are often seen clearly and clearly only outsiders." Grindelwald looked at Borns with strange eyes as if he didn't need to blink at all, nodded slightly and thanked him, and continued, "Is there any controversy between the methods of the Ministry of Magic, Harris' methods and processes... As an ordinary person, I don't really care much about it. What I care about is what I can see by myself..."

People obviously smiled at the description of the first generation of Dark King as an ordinary person. Sclinger's expression shows his attitude. After all, this Dark King is well-known for his ability to bewitch people's hearts.

"Haha, at least I can only be an ordinary wizard now, right?" Grindelwald took their expressions into his eyes and smiled self-deprecatingly. "As we all know, I have been to the magic world of many countries... Although I don't know much about Britain, I have heard of it. I still understand the shortcomings and advantages of these magic governments, but as I just said, this is no longer important to me. After all, I will no longer use them to do anything..." He looked at Longbottom Bones and Sclinger in a prank and said something more than just his words, and then nodded with satisfaction. "But after I came to the Floating City, everything in front of me was something I had never seen before. My magic history is pretty good. As far as I know, it is estimated that only some mythological stories will have such a prosperous scene in such a short time..."

"Getler, you're too good..." Allen said with a smile. He understood the direction of Grindelwald's conversation, but as the person involved, he was not very convenient for him to mention these things too much.

"Alan, you are too modest... What I want to say is that no matter Director Sclinger, you, Alan and Hermione, or Dumbledore and Bones, or even myself... No matter what you did, all the purpose is only one, that is, I hope that the magic world can achieve better development and the wizards can live better." Grindelwald looked at Sclinger, "Now, Allen has done this, right? Every day, more and more foreign wizards come to the Floating City to settle down. With Mither's energy, new bookstores, and new alchemy workshops are endlessly established. Three streets away, an Italian female illusionist opened a shop. The noble ladies in my neighbor's house can use this fashionable illusion to make many makeup and hairstyles that they could not imagine before, which is especially suitable for attending dinners. Of course, you have to remember to go home before the spell disappears..."

Amelia Bones asked in confusion: "Mr. Grindelwald, what you said is to explain..."

"This prosperity was once the dream wizard kingdom I wanted to build... More importantly, it seemed to benefit the Muggles and achieve a win-win situation." Grindelwald smiled evilly, "The rise of the country, society or ideology is accompanied by violence and destruction. According to my previous thoughts and experiences, in fact, I would not have such prosperity and potential in my best vision... But even if I want to achieve my idea, the process of making the magic world prosperous is much more violent and bloody than it is now, right? ... You don't have the habit of underestimating the power of others, although you care very much about the reputation of the Ministry of Magic, even if it requires a justice... And from my eyes' judgment on Mr. Sclinger, maybe you will even allow the arrest of innocent people in Harris' position..."

"Gellert! Don't mention old things! Don't abuse your eyes and predict it may not be accurate!" Dumbledore called a reminder to stop his companion, and he looked at Sclinger apologetically, "Rufus, please don't care about the speculations, but I think...Gellert's statement also makes some sense, and it is also why I tried to come to your political battle today to help Harris persuade you. You care too much about small details so that you can't look at the problem from a broader career...Rufus, you are also a Gryffindor. I think we should have a more adventurous spirit. You may continue to give them a chance and yourself a chance..."

Sclinger moved the chair a little closer to the sofa, and his mind's words about Alan's previous consequentialism and Grindelwald and his own stubbornness kept flashing in his mind, and as time passed, the relationship between the sunlight outside should be angled was sprinkled in more, and the sun was towering above the hedge, shaking so dazzlingly.
Chapter completed!