Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

In September, Newmongarde's air was already chilling.

In the tallest tower of the castle, two old and one deceived were staring at each other with big eyes.

With Dumbledore's sudden departure and the text message floating into the room, almost all the truth has been confessed.

There is no doubt that the world ’s greatest white wizard once again used wisdom to successfully defeat the evil Dark Lord, and the background boards in this small story also accepted this ending calmly and calmly ...

——It's strange! (╯ ‵ □ ′) ╯︵┻━┻! X2

Trying to restrain the urge to scold the street in her heart, Elena turned her head to look at Grindelwald, who also had the same iron complexion, and suddenly raised a feeling of sympathy, making the girl feel a little bit better-at least it seems, not only She was fooled by herself.

"Before condemning Professor Dumbledore together, there are a few small confusions. I think we may need to answer each other." Elena narrowed her eyes, and said calmly with a chill in her tone, "Deng Professor Brido told me that your years of imprisonment have made you exceptionally lonely. There is a very urgent need to find someone to tell you about your old past. A poor, autistic empty nest old man who needs care? "

"Shit!" Grindelwald's face was distorted when he heard Elena's words, and he grumbled coldly.

"If it weren't for your little girl being my admirer and trying every means to attract my attention, I was too lazy to care about you as a rookie wizard who can't even the simplest deformer. I'd rather be quiet and die alone, and never play mud with your nasty little girl. "

"Admirer? I wouldn't adore a [Dark Lord] who was caught by a small curling devil. Grandpa may have some memory decline, so that you have forgotten the ending when describing your past experience?"

Elena chucked her lips rather funny, without hesitation directly piercing the part of Grindelwald's deliberately or unintentionally hidden things before showing off.

"Hum, it seems that the historical materials Albus has prepared for you is really sufficient and detailed?"

Grindelwald's eyes flickered, and what he had been grasped by Newt Scamander at that time, the unified statement of the US Magic Congress so far is: to gather many Auror forces together to subdue the Dark Lord Grindelwald—— As a little girl less than ten years old, you can know these secrets without knowing who knows them.

Whether it was Elena or Grindelwald, the two simply exchanged a few lines of Dumbledore's separate conversation, and it was easy to restore Dumbledore's flickering way.

"Yeah, there is no real thing in the fake words, how can that spicy old radish cheat me?" Elena, who understood the whole thing, grinded her teeth, two cute and sharp little tiger teeth. Flashed by.

Grindelwald crumpled the thin blanket in his hands and threw it aside, sending out a series of dangerous sneers. "It doesn't matter. Anyway, he will come again in five days. I know him well."

"Of course, don't expect me to teach you magic." Glancing at the white-haired ball in front of him, the old man added.

"Well, even if you ask for teaching, I won't learn. Do you think my character is the kind that will be left to the mercy? Wait, I will let him know what is the price."

Dumbledore fiercely posed Elena and said bitterly-she threw her such a weak, helpless and lovely first-year freshman together with the extremely dangerous black wizard, this spicy old radish is simply big Bad.

But there is still a problem ...

Elena picked up the stationery that fell on the ground and frowned at Grindelwald. "I noticed that the stationery mentioned a deaf old man who was delivering food ..."

"That's just a Muggle that the European Ministry of Magic doesn't know where to find it. It is said that it was once a bell in a church. An old stubborn old man who is extremely repulsive of all old, ugly, deaf and dumb about magic

As he said, Grindelwald snorted, and there was an obvious look of disgust on his face, "His daily job is to make the food given by [God] into garbage that is not as good as pig food, and put it in my doorstep. That ’s all. I just stayed in the castle ’s room for a while, and never left the castle. ”

"Then, unfortunately, now the pig food is gone."

Elena continued without hesitation, continuing to think about the things she didn't say just now-on the way to here, Dumbledore had inadvertently mentioned that the magical protection around Newmongard Castle was from within External.

Theoretically, there is no strong defense system to prohibit people from going out.

Since there is a deaf-mute elderly person who is responsible for delivering meals to Grindelwald, whether it is to purchase food ingredients or supplement daily necessities, after all, a stable source is needed, and a channel that she can also use.

She was not interested in arguing with an old man who was a hundred years older than her in this chilly castle.

Imagine from the worst case that if Dumbledore did not come to the appointment after five days, she must seriously consider the matter of jailbreak, and she cannot always be stuck here.

"Why, want to run? Maybe other wizards can do it, but you'll die."

Grindelwald glanced at Elena, and instantly understood the girl's thoughts, her thin arms circling proudly around her, grinning and laughing, "Just like Hogwarts, Newmongard is a A castle built entirely using magic has not been left to any road for Muggles and low-magic people from the beginning of construction. "

"There is only one way to come and leave Newmontgarde-magic! The real magic that adult wizards can master. Not the poor magic tricks that your three-legged cat kung fu can't count."

Magic? In fact, does it mean the magic of short trips?

Perhaps not necessarily, the convenience of magic has always allowed wizards to unconsciously ignore the power of humanity. At least in Elena ’s impression, it is not a matter of walking through unmanned snow mountains in the non-magic world. It's rare.

Shrugged, in line with the principle of caring for the elderly, Elena reasonably did not have more arguments with Grindelwald.

Since the victory of the debate last month, [Elena VS Grindelwald] 100% win rate is enough, she can guarantee that she will laugh to the end every quarrel.

But ... Elena recalled the deserted snowy mountains she saw when she came to the castle before, frowning with a headache.

Without high-tech equipment and strong physique, even if walking through snowy mountains, she has to master some basic life magic. With this in mind, perhaps she also needs to play a role between learning multiple magic and concentrating on a difficult short-distance travel magic.

But no matter which one, at least for a short time, she could not escape this place.

"Well, what about the food mentioned in Professor Dumbledore's letter?"

Elena looked curiously at the narrow room where Grindelwald was.

After learning about the reality of being temporarily trapped in Newmontgarde Castle, her attention quickly turned to the remaining most important part-the "food ingredients" Dumbledore mentioned in the stationery.

"Well, in that corner." Grindelwald, feeling his victory, nodded his chin towards the end of the bed.

Looking at Grindelwald's eyes, Elena noticed that, at the end of Grindelwald's bed, there was a gray suitcase not too big, which looked particularly inconspicuous in the dim light.

"Oh, thank you."

Elena raised her eyebrows, stood up, and tried to pull the suitcase. The box is very light and hardly feels the weight. If Dumbledore was not lying, then most of the magic was in it.

Nodded in satisfaction, Elena unmannedly pulled up the suitcase, turned and walked towards the door-eh? Without pulling it this time, the original light box stayed in place as if it had taken root.

"What do you want to do, little girl?"

I saw Grindelwald stretched out his hand and pressed it on the other end of the gray suitcase, unconsciously with a layer of anger in his tone. He had never seen such an arrogant little guy, but he dared to drag food away in front of him.

"Let go."

Elena turned her head and looked at the skinny veteran pressing on the "food box" ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ frowned slightly and said calmly.

A completely different kind of indifference and calmness.

"Pay attention to your attitude, little girl. Who do you think you are talking to?"

Grindelwald snorted, a flash of displeasure flashed on his face. Such tone of voice was always the only one he said to others. When was it the turn of a ten-year-old girl to speak to him.

"Listen, little things. Everything here is mine, whether it ’s a castle, knowledge, or food. You can only get these things with my consent. Now, take your hand away from my food. , Do you understand? "

"Let go."

Elena raised her head and took a deep look at the old man ’s wrinkled face. She crooked her head sweetly, but her eyes were full of coldness.

With the girl's voice, Grindelwald noticed that a dazzling white trace gradually lit up from Elena's left hand. As a witness of this unbreakable oath, he understood what it meant behind it.

"Oh, you still want to start?"

The first Dark Lord couldn't help being laughed angrily, nodding his head again and again, squeezing out from the teeth. "Okay, great ... It seems that I need to help Albus Dumbledore to teach his students how to respect elders and forerunners."

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