Chapter 329: Chapter 328 "Food"
"Dear young master," the wizard began, his tone respectful, "you may call me Mueller. I currently serve as the Auror director of the Austrian Ministry of Magic. This is what you requested." With a flourish, Mueller presented Wentworth with a suitcase enchanted with the Invisible Retraction Charm.
Surprised by Mueller's introduction, Wentworth inquired, "Then, Mr. Mueller, was your father previously the Austrian Minister of Magic?"
Mueller nodded eagerly. "Yes, little master, that's correct."
Realization dawned on Wentworth, prompting a smile. "Please convey my regards to your father," he requested warmly. "Let him know that my grandfather has never forgotten about them."
Moved by Wentworth's words, Mueller's eyes glistened with emotion.
Although it is something he never heard straight from Gellert Grindelwald himself, but Mueller was really touched by Wentworth's little act of affirmation.
Later on, when Mueller Sr. Gets to hear the news from his son, he too would be a joy.
As Wentworth accepted the suitcase and departed, Mueller ventured a few steps deeper into the forest. Behind a towering tree, he allowed himself a moment of vulnerability, tears streaming down his weathered cheeks.
Carrying the enchanted suitcase, Wentworth navigated through Nurmengard Castle until he found an empty room. With a determined expression, he retrieved a tall object from the case, struggling slightly under its weight.
Upon closer inspection, it revealed itself to be a large oven.
Next, Wentworth extracted three plump ducks from the suitcase, along with an assortment of bottles and jars, arranging them meticulously before him.
Surveying the familiar ingredients, he couldn't help but chuckle ruefully. "Who would've thought that the culinary skills I honed while working at my part times during college would prove useful in another world?" he mused aloud.
Determined, Wentworth set to work, his hands deftly maneuvering as he prepared the meal.
Meanwhile, Dumbledore and Grindelwald arrived at their usual dining spot, only to find the table bare. Perplexed, they exchanged puzzled glances, their curiosity piqued by the tantalizing aroma wafting through the air.
Moments later, Wentworth appeared, pushing a double-decker dining cart towards them.
Atop the cart's upper tier sat three impeccably roasted ducks, their golden skin glistening invitingly under the ambient light.
Upon spotting the feast, Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with amusement as he addressed Wentworth, "My dear boy, are you certain you wish to burden two old men, each nearly three hundred years old, with such indulgent fare?"
Upon hearing Wentworth's reply, Dumbledore chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Indeed, lemon sorbet holds a special place even for centenarians like myself."
"And as for the roast duck," Wentworth continued with a grin, "why complicate things when it's best enjoyed simply?"
With a nod of agreement, Dumbledore settled into his seat beside Grindelwald, who had already taken his place at the table.
As Dumbledore joined him, Wentworth began the meal service in earnest.
Placing the succulent roast duck before them, Wentworth's meticulous preparations didn't escape Dumbledore's notice.
Beneath the dining cart, a plethora of condiments and garnishes awaited, prompting a curious glance from Dumbledore and Grindelwald.
Before they could fully comprehend the array before them, Wentworth produced plastic gloves, a table knife, and a pristine porcelain plate, adding another layer of sophistication to the meal.
With practiced hands, Wentworth began slicing the duck, meticulously arranging each piece on Grindelwald's plate.
The slices were perfectly balanced, each boasting a harmonious blend of lean meat and succulent fat.
Amidst the graceful movements, an air of casualness prevailed. Wentworth's final touch was to place a dozen piping hot pancakes between Grindelwald and Dumbledore, a tempting sight indeed.
Intrigued by the unfamiliar dish, Dumbledore voiced his curiosity. "How does one eat this delicacy? Surely not with a knife and fork?"
Wentworth's smile remained as he replied, "No, you eat it with your hands."
Grindelwald, however, displayed a hint of displeasure. "How uncouth," he muttered under his breath.
Unperturbed by Grindelwald's disdain, Wentworth proceeded to demonstrate the proper technique.
With practiced finesse, he crafted a delectable wrap, layering duck meat, sauces, onion, cucumber, and other ingredients onto a pancake before deftly rolling it up and presenting it to Grindelwald.
Observing the process, Dumbledore interjected, "Gellert, I must respectfully disagree. There's a certain elegance to it."
Grindelwald, silent until now, cautiously sampled the pancake wrap. His reaction was subtle yet telling, his brows twitching slightly.
Eager for his opinion, Dumbledore prodded, "Well, Gellert, what do you think?"
Grindelwald calmly savored the roast duck before him, deftly rolling up his own pancake wrap without assistance, much to Dumbledore's bemusement.
"Rather than elegance, I would say this is something more crude... but there is a certain charm to it on how you were supposed to enjoy food this way. I must say, I agree with you this time, Albus." Grindelwald said while savoring the meals before him.
Dumbledore could only smile slightly after hearing his reply, "You should just admit to it, Gellert."
Meanwhile, Wentworth, observing their enjoyment, hastened to prepare ducks for both of them.
Once the ducks were sliced, Wentworth removed the rack and returned to the cooking area to whip up a soup using the duck rack.
As they finished their meal, Wentworth took the initiative to tidy up. Dumbledore, reclining in his chair, couldn't resist commenting, "This meal was so delicious, Wentworth, I find it hard to leave!"
Quick to respond, Wentworth assured him, "Not to worry, Professor. Once you're back at Hogwarts, I can cook for you anytime you like!"
Dumbledore chuckled. "It's kind of you to offer, but perhaps it's best not to indulge in such rich fare in our old age. Besides, who said I was taking you back to Hogwarts?"
"You are offering to do favor for him, but not toward your own grandfather?" Grindelwald asked with a disappointed tone.
"You see, Gellert. You could just ask him for it," Dumbledore replied in his stead.
At Dumbledore's unexpected statement, Wentworth, in the midst of packing, was taken aback, causing him to fumble and drop a plate from his grasp.
Thankfully, the presence of three wizards prevented the delicate porcelain from shattering into pieces.
However, at that moment, Wentworth was too preoccupied to worry about the fate of the china in his hands.
His eyes widened with a puzzled expression as he addressed Dumbledore, "Professor, I came here to learn magic spells, but since you asked me to come, you're not going to dismiss me because of this, are you?"
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