"Uh? This and the books are an opening I didn't expect... But I don't imagine many people in the entire world have had the chance to taste your cooking. It's my honor..." Allen gave a polite little bow as his mind instantly weighed things up and made a decision. Then he straightened his back and said, "But I happened to be eating when I came in, and food here spoils far too easily... Are we going out to eat? Speaking of which, my family happens to have a few unique desserts too..."
With a Horcrux, Allen did not care about a single body, and he did not believe that the Grim Reaper, a True God, would use the sort of trick Voldemort, that second-rate thug, had only relied on to protect his Horcruxes, poisoning a cake just to kill him once.
"Oh, I wasn't planning to hold a cooking contest..." Herpo, the Grim Reaper, said, and snapped his fingers.
Back when the two of them had sat facing each other in Diagon Alley eating Brownies, seats of a similar style appeared between them—though in this place, where the sun could not be seen at all, the parasol in the middle had become nothing but a useless ornament.
Once the table and chairs took shape, the surface of the table seemed to boil—or like bubbling sludge in a swamp—as an energy sphere squeezed and surged out of it, surrounded by a barrier that glowed with the same blue light as the one around Allen.
After his eyes adjusted to that initially dazzling, vibrant light, Allen saw that inside the shielded sphere was actually a silver bowl with intricate ancient Greek-style carvings, and that the outer rim of the vessel was inlaid with a ring of crystals. The energy maintaining those magical