All things are three at Hogwarts

Walking out of the kitchen door, Grindelwald put on a black suede mud coat with a rotating pin on his lapel. He placed a plate of pie from the tray that had a shiny surface because of the icing, and placed it on the dining table. The sweet smell made everyone lean slightly towards 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 emotions, and reason restrains impulse. Please try the fish-flavored minced meat pie I made first." Outside the window In the sunlight that drifted in, Grindelwald's short white hair and the neatly trimmed beard on his face shone slightly. There was a soothing power in his voice, "This is using the fattest carp in the Black Lake and today's Youde." It is made from minced eel meat supplemented by Muggle fishermen in Plymouth City, Wen County. I combined salmon and hard-boiled eggs, and added date palm slices...In order to take care of Albus's taste in the mixed sweet and salty taste, I added A layer of frosting is applied to wrap it, and the bottom is covered with thick cream.”

Knives, forks and small plates flew in front of everyone. Dumbledore stood up with a smile, held a cutting knife, and cut the fish pies for the guests with a sense of ownership.

Alge Longbottom held his plate. He was still in a tense atmosphere just now, but now Grindelwald suddenly greeted him so warmly, as if everyone was really here for a party. This contrast made him a little uncomfortable; In Foley's view, the atmosphere had turned from tense to terrifying. He had been worried that Scrimgeour would lose his temper and have a bigger disagreement or even fight with Alan Harris. But now, he just shrank his figure more and more into the corner, burying his head and enjoying the fish pie bit by bit. The taste of the frosting melted in his mouth, but he was a little bit confused about it. This was made by the first generation of the Dark Lord himself. Although he knew that the other party was already a 'good person', he was so warmly received by the other party, whether it was due to etiquette or fear. I had to bite the bullet and carefully make the enjoyment.

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

"Thank you, but I don't taste as sweet as Albus. If there is butterbeer, please give me and Hermione a drink. Please add some extra ginger juice." Allen waved his hand in rejection, while Scrimgeour did not reply and just shook his head. Counts as a response.

Hermione pursed her lips. Scrimgeour's words about Penello made her feel uncomfortable. It was only when she heard Dumbledore's words that she noticed the fish pie covered in icing and raised her head. His eyes noticed Dumbledore, who was spreading icing sugar on himself, and his mouth opened. In the end, he did not choose to express his opinion about the bad effects of excessive sugar intake on the elderly.

"I thought you preferred drinking Coke." Grindelwald responded to Allen. His bony fingers summoned two glasses of butterbeer from the kitchen, but his eyes were already keenly aware of Hermione's look. , "Hermione, indulgence once in a while won't have much of an impact on you. Eat a piece and I promise you won't have any problems. In addition, I've prepared some jelly eel. Please bring it to your parents when I leave. , they treated me to a meal a few days ago, and although the taste was a bit strong, it was not bad, so I tried to reproduce it.”

"Thank you so much... You are really talented in this area." Hermione took the cup of butterbeer with a dry tone, and the assurance that nothing would go wrong made her panic.

"Albus is not very good at eating. He still has the taste of a child. Just give him enough sugar to satisfy him..." Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore and smiled with doting eyes, and then he stood up. He glanced around and said, "Now that it's not convenient for you to speak for the time being. I heard your quarrel just now. Do you want to hear my thoughts as an outsider?"

Bones, who did not touch the tableware in front of her, originally thought that the matter had not been resolved yet, and it would be inappropriate for Mr. Grindelwald to come out to greet him for food, but now she understood that the other party had other intentions: "Mr. Grindelwald, please don't worry. , feel free to express your opinion. Looking at the problem from another perspective can help us see the facts better and clarify the way to do things."

"Thank you Bones. Everyone has their own position, but many things can only be seen clearly by outsiders." Grindelwald looked at Bones with his strange eyes as if he didn't need to blink at all. After nodding slightly and thanking him, he continued, "Whether the methods of the British Ministry of Magic, Harris's methods and processes are controversial... As an ordinary person, I don't actually 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, the Dark Lord's ability to confuse people was well known.

"Haha, at least I can only be considered an ordinary wizard now, right?" Grindelwald put their looks in his eyes and smiled mockingly, "As everyone knows, I have been to the magical world in many countries... although I don't know much about it. British, but I have heard about it. I understand the shortcomings and advantages of these magical governments, but as I just said, this is not an important thing to me. After all, I will no longer What did you do with them..." He looked at Longbottom Bones and Scrimgeour mischievously because his words seemed to be more than that, and then nodded with satisfaction, "But after I came to the floating city, everything in front of me was me. I have never seen one before. My history of magic is pretty good. 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 exaggerating..." Allen said with a smile. He understood the direction of Grindelwald's conversation, but as the person involved, it was not convenient for him to mention it too much.

"Alan, you are too humble... What I want to say is, whether it is you, Director Scrimgeour, Alan and Hermione, Dumbledore and Bones, or even myself... no matter what I do, everyone The purpose is only one, and that is to hope that the magical world can achieve better development and wizards can live a better life." Grindelwald looked at Scrimgeour, "Now Allen has achieved this, hasn't he? Every day in the floating city More and more foreign wizards are coming to settle in the floating city. With the help of Myser energy, new bookstores and new alchemy workshops are being established one after another. An Italian female illusionist has opened a shop three streets away. I The noble ladies in the neighborhood can use this fashion-savvy illusionist to create more makeup and hairstyles than they could have imagined before, especially suitable for attending dinner parties. Of course, you have to remember to go home before the spell disappears..."

Amelia Bones asked doubtfully: "Mr. Grindelwald, what are you trying to say by saying this..."

"This kind of prosperity was once the dream wizarding country I wanted to build... More importantly, it seemed to benefit the Muggles, creating a win-win situation." Grindelwald smiled crookedly, " The rise of a country, society or ideology is accompanied by violence and destruction. According to my previous thoughts and experiences, in fact, in my best assumptions, there would not be such prosperity and potential... But even if I want to achieve this kind of vision, I think To make the magic world prosperous, the process is much more violent and bloody than it is now, isn't it?... You have no habit of underestimating the power of others, although you care very much about the reputation of the Ministry of Magic, even if it requires justice... And from my eyes In your judgment Mr. Scrimgeour, perhaps in Harris' position you would even allow the arrest of innocent people..."

"Gellert! Don't mention old things! Don't abuse your eyes. Predictions may not be accurate!" Dumbledore warned his companions in a loud voice. He looked at Scrimgeour apologetically, "Rufus, please don't pay attention to those speculations, but I think... Garrett's statement also has some truth, which is why I am trying to intervene in your political battle today to help Harris persuade you. You are too concerned about some small details, which prevents you from following them. Look at the broader cause... Rufus, you are also a Gryffindor, I think we should be more adventurous, and you should probably continue to give them a chance and give yourself a chance..."

Scrimgeour moved his chair closer to the sofa, his mind about Allen's consequentialism, Grindelwald's words and his own stubbornness flashing in his mind, and as time passed, the sun outside Due to the angle, more light came in. The sun was high above the hedge, making it dazzling.

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