Neumengard Castle, Austria.

An uninvited guest who suddenly broke in was in the process of opening up the wasteland of the "Demon King's Castle" in her mind.

Judging by the heavy dust that had accumulated on the floor, Elena was the first guest to explore the castle in decades - it was clear that neither Dumbledore nor the deaf caretaker were interested in walking around the main castle.

At the corner of the spiral staircase, closest to Elena's bedroom, sat a dusty piano in the same style as the one Dumbledore had placed in his classroom on the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle.

On the lid is a bouquet of roses that has long since withered and is too colorless to discern the color, adding a bit of mystery to the castle.

The bitter cold wind leaked through the cracks in the broken shutters, and from the top floor of the castle down, the environment gradually became cold and damp, which made Elena glad that she had taken an extra cloak and draped it on her body before leaving the door.

There is no doubt that there was a particularly terrible battle before the castle was completely abandoned.

By the glimmer of her wand, the girl could clearly see the horrible traces of the spell on the wall, as well as the scorched black marks left by the large area that had been engulfed in flames.

Further down, in the middle of the floor on the fourth floor of the castle, there was a large cavity created by an unknown spell.

Elena stood at the edge of the staircase and looked down curiously, and the collapse ran through the entire two floors below, and the black hole looked like a monster with a huge mouth open.

However, no matter how brilliant the battle was back then, with the long time of more than forty years, the scars inflicted by human wizards in this castle have been quietly erased by the power of nature.

The moss and vines that dotted all corners of the castle were of course the most unscrupulous newcomers, and Elena had carefully studied them before, and they should all be normal varieties that were non-toxic, and they would be full of wild flavor when treated a little.

Descending the mottled and broken staircase, the girl was greeted by green plants with wide leaves that grew in the cracks of the castle.

The roots and leaves are attached to the ground and look a little ugly, the leaves are oblong to lanceolate, the leaf surface has obvious deep wrinkles, and the thick rhizome looks full of moisture.

"Evening primrose, well, isn't it delicious, if it's purslane......"

Elena frowned, she vaguely remembered that this plant had grown a lot in the ruins of the old house in her previous life, and most of the old people liked to call it "shrimp toad grass", although it could not sustain life, but it was also a relatively common herb, usually used to adjust the intestines, stop diarrhea, suppress cough or promote blood and reduce swelling.

The roots and leaves of primrose can be eaten, but they are very bitter and not very suitable for cooking, even if they are used to feed pigs, they will be disgusted by pigs, and only when they are extremely hungry when humanity is torrenting, will anyone find a way to cook.

"Forget it, it's more or less a harvest, it's good to try it for Uncle Grindelwald who is picky, it's not poisonous anyway. ”

Elena Chao Grudge Kaslana thought for a moment, reached out and pulled out a few snow primrose plants and stuffed them into the pocket of her robe - hehe, what is delicious and what is not delicious needs to be compared, and the original Dark Lord obviously did not see what the legendary dark culinary world was.

However, the biggest surprise for Elena in the whole Newmengard Castle was the room on the fourth floor next to the large hole with the door panel gone.

Looking through the remaining door frames, you can see a whole row of oversized wooden wardrobes, which seem to have been the exclusive wardrobe of some big man in terms of layout and structure, even if the dusty wooden frame alone can imagine the grand scene of the past.

Unfortunately, now that the room had a new occupant, Elena crouched down and deftly pinched a small object that had crept past her feet, and placed it in front of her wand to examine it carefully for a moment.

Elena raised her wand and shook it quickly, following the point of light that swayed from the tip of her wand, and looked ahead expectantly, and a vibrant, vibrant kingdom of miniature termites appeared before her eyes.

Sure enough, this long-established social creature, as long as one is found, it is equivalent to discovering an incomparably bright future, as for the harm of insect moth-eaten - it is not her wardrobe that bites anyway, what does it matter.

The termite is not actually the same species as the ant, it is the oldest and most primitive social insect on the planet, and it is a close natural companion that humans have known very well since time immemorial.

As early as the Zhou Dynasty more than 3,000 years ago, termite sauce was listed as the royal meal of the emperors of the East, and it was a delicacy at the emperor's banquet, and in Africa, Australia, India and many other countries, there were also people who listed termites as the top food.

For example, black Africans stir-fry termites in oil, which is full of aroma and taste similar to dried shrimp; Filipino residents use termite powder to make soup, which is delicious and delicious, like tomato soup; steamed buns and scrambled eggs made with termite stuffing are a delicacy on the table in some parts of the Philippines; in Sudan, fried termites that people like to eat most often are sold in large and small markets......

What's even more wonderful is that the termite nurseries of this species that appear in Newmengard Castle are usually accompanied by chicken fir mushrooms, whose meat is fat and delicious, similar to chicken, crispy, tender, fragrant, fresh, sweet and delicious.

Slippery, Elena subconsciously licked her somewhat dry lips.

Thanks to Mother Nature, thanks to the desolation of the castle of Newmengard, the will of the universe will always favor those foodies with sincere hearts.

"They've lived in Newmontard Castle for so many years, and it's time to pay the rent. After finding all the tools, it's time to defend the rights and interests of the castle owner for Old Man Grindelwald. ”

Because she had just finished lunch, and because she didn't have any tools at hand, this time Elena just stood at the door with great interest and observed it for a while, and did not disturb their peaceful life.

After looking around her surroundings, Elena closed her eyes, made sure she had written them down, and made a lot of marks on the door panels and corridors, and then left the floor three times in turn.

However, after experiencing this short harvest joy, the following process of clearing the wasteland was as if it had been cursed, and it was simply a zero drop in the whole process.

Elena searched almost all the prominent corners of the floors below, and found nothing but a long-abandoned rat hole, a cluster of unidentified plants glowing with a cold glow, and some broken snake skins.

As for the underground area of the castle, where the wine cellar may be stored, Elena chose to give it up very consciously - the intricate underground area is too unfriendly to road idiots, and if you accidentally get lost and starve to death, it will really be a shame for hundreds of millions of people.

And the greatest tragedy happened when Elena happily returned to the bedroom door with the moss, primrose and vine leaves she had collected from all over the castle, ready to wash herself in white......

Smack.

"It's ...... What's going on?"

The booty in the girl's arms was scattered all over the ground, and a look of dazedness and anger flashed on her delicate and cute little face.

The door is locked.

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Mutter~