Vol 2 Chapter 1264: ? Handling opinions

Walking out of the kitchen door, Grindelwald put on a black suede mud coat, with a rotating pin pinned to his lapel. From the tray, he put a plate of pie whose skin was shiny because of icing sugar on the table. The sweet smell made people lean slightly toward the plate. A very clean napkin flew over and flew in front of everyone.
"Everyone, please allow me to interrupt. After talking for so long, I must have been hungry, hunger affects emotions, reason suppresses impulse, please try this fish-flavored ground meat pie I made first." Outside the window In the sun drifting in, Grindelwald’s short white hair and well-trimmed beard gleamed slightly, and there was a soothing power in his voice,
This is using the most plump carp in the Black Lake and today’s Yude Muggle fishermen in Plymouth, Wen County, minced eel meat. I combined salmon and boiled eggs with date palm slices... In order to take care of the taste of Albus, I added A layer of icing was applied to wrap it, and the bottom was 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 sliced ​​the fish pie for the guests with a sense of ownership.
Algie Longbottom held his plate, just in the tense atmosphere, and now Grindelwald is so warmly entertaining, as if everyone is really here for a party, this contrast makes him a little uncomfortable; In Foley's view, the atmosphere had changed from tension to horror. He had just been worried that Scrimgeour would be uncomfortable and have a greater quarrel with Alan Harris, or even fight. But now, he just shrinks his figure more and more into the corner, burying his head and enjoying this fish pie. The taste of icing melted in his mouth, but he was a little bit unaware of it. This was made by the first generation of the Dark Lord himself. Although he knew that the other party was already considered'good', but the other party was so welcoming whether it was courtesy or fear. Had to bite the bullet and carefully make enjoyment.
"Dessert is the cure for all unpleasantness." Dumbledore asked with a smile. "Gellert, it seems I have to sprinkle some frosting today, Alan Rufus, do you want it?"
"Thank you, but I'm not as sweet as Albus. If you have a butterbeer, please give me and Hermione a glass of juice, please." Allen waved his hand and rebuffed Du, but Scrimgeour did not reply but shook his head. Counted as a response.
Hermione pursed her lips, and Scrimgeour's words against Penello made her feel uncomfortable. At this time, she heard Dumbledore's words and noticed the icing fish pie and raised her head. He noticed that Dumbledore, who was putting icing sugar on himself, opened his mouth. In the end, he did not choose to say that too much sugar is bad for the elderly.
"I thought you would prefer to drink Coke." Grindelwald responded to Allen's. His knuckled fingers summoned two glasses of Butterbeer from the kitchen, but her eyes were already very keenly aware of Hermione's look. "Hermione, indulgence occasionally will not have a big impact on you. I promise you won’t cause any problems if you eat a piece of it. In addition, I prepared some eel jelly 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 reproduce it."
"Thank you so much...you are so talented in this regard." Hermione took the Butter Beer Mug dryly, panicking as she promised that there would be no problems.
"Albus is a lot worse in terms of how to eat. It's still a child's taste. Give him enough sugar to satisfy..." Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore and smiled with dozing eyes, then he stood up. Sweeping around, "Then when you are temporarily inconvenient to speak. I also heard your quarrel just now. Do you want to hear what an outsider like me thinks?"
Bones, who didn’t move the tableware in front of him, thought that the matter had not been resolved. This Mr. Grindelwald was a bit untimely when he came out to say something to eat, but now she understands that the other party has other intentions: "Mr. , Although express your opinion. Looking at the problem from another angle can help us see the facts better and clarify the way we do things."
"Thank you Bones, everyone has their own position, but often only outsiders can see and understand many things." Grindelwald looked at Bons with a pair of strange eyes as if he didn't need to blink at all. Slightly nodded and thanked him and continued, "Is there any dispute over the methods of the British Ministry of Magic, Harris' methods and processes... As an ordinary person, I don't really care much, what I care about is what I can see by myself..."
People obviously smiled at the first-generation Dark Lord's description of himself as an ordinary person. Scrimgeour's look showed his attitude. After all, the Dark Lord's ability to bewitch people is well known.
"Haha, at least I can only be regarded as an ordinary wizard now, am I?" Grindelwald smiled self-deprecatingly with their looks in his eyes, "As everyone knows, I have been to the magic world in many countries... although I don't know much about it. It’s British, but I’ve heard of it. I still know the shortcomings and advantages of these magic governments, but as I said just now, it’s not important to me anymore. After all, I will no longer What did you do with them..." He looked at Longbottom Bones and Scrimgeour in a mischievous manner because of his words, and then nodded in satisfaction, "But after I came to Floating City, everything in front of me was me. I have never seen it before. My history of magic is pretty good. As far as I know, it is estimated that only some myths and stories will have such a prosperous scene in such a short time..."
"Gettler, you're too praised..." 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 too much.
"Allen, you are too humble... What I want to say is, whether it is Director Scrimgeour, Allen and Hermione, or Dumbledore and Bones, or even myself... whatever you do, all The purpose is only one, and that is to hope that the magical world can achieve better development, so that the wizards can live better." Grindelwald looked at Scrimgeour, "Now Alan has done this, right? Floating City every day More and more foreign wizards have come to settle in Floating City. With the help of the Miser Energy Core, new bookstores and new alchemy workshops have been established one after another. There is an Italian female illusionist who opened a shop three streets away. The noble ladies in the neighbor’s house can use this fashion-proficient illusion to make so many makeup and hairstyles that they could not imagine before. They are especially suitable for dinner parties. Of course, you have to remember to go home before the spell disappears..."
Amelia Burns asked suspiciously: "Mr. Grindelwald, what you said you wanted to explain is..."
"This kind of prosperity used to be the dream kingdom of wizards I wanted to build... More importantly, ~EbookFREE.me~ This seems to benefit the Muggles and achieve a win-win situation." Grindelwald Mei said with a smile, "The rise of the country, society, or ideology is accompanied by violence and destruction. According to my previous ideas and experiences, in fact, my best vision would not have such prosperity and potential... But even if I want to achieve it I imagine that the process of making the magical world prosper is much more violent and than it is now, isn’t it?...You don’t have the habit of underestimating the power of others, although you are very concerned about the Ministry’s reputation, even if it requires justice. On behalf of... and from my judgment on Mr. Scrimgeour, maybe you will even allow innocent people to be arrested when you get to Harris’s place..."
"Gellert! Don't mention the old things! Don't abuse your eyes. Predictions are not necessarily accurate!" Dumbledore raised his voice to remind his comrades to stop him. He looked at Scrimgeour apologetically, "Rufus, please don't care about those speculations, but I think...Gellert’s statement also has some truth, which is why I will try to come to your political battle today to help Harris persuade you. You care too much about some small details, so you can’t Looking at the problem in a broader career... 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 closer to the sofa, and his mind about Ellen’s previous conclusion theory and Grindelwald’s words and his own stubbornness kept flashing in his mind, and as time passed, the sun outside It should have been more angled that the sun rose above the hedges, dazzling.
"So now, I want to hear Harris' opinions on the handling of me who called for the strike and my subordinates who participated in the strike..."