Forty-six years ago, Gellert Grindelwald in his prime, lost a one-on-one duel with Dumbledore. Subsequently, Grindelwald was convicted and voluntarily imprisoned in the highest cell of Newmontard Castle.

Since then, Grindelwald has never left the castle and has been in the public eye. All the legends about Gellert Grindelwald, as well as all his army, followers, and wealth, disappeared almost overnight with his self-imprison.

According to the original story, Grindelwald would spend the rest of his time here until he was killed by Voldemort, who came to ask about the whereabouts of the Elder Wand, if nothing happened.

After all, judging from the current situation, whether poor Tom Riddle can be resurrected smoothly as scheduled is completely in the hands of the beautiful and intelligent Miss Elena.

"But then again, after all these years of retreat, the original Dark Lord finally mastered the magic of hand-rubbing baked potatoes. Emmmmm......”

Elena continued to deal with the baked potatoes in her hand intently, her attention already flying from Grindelwald's words to the sky, thinking aimlessly.

"I don't know if Grindelwald's current painting style, if he let those followers back then see it, will he be cheeky and continue to shout 666, or will his ideals and beliefs collapse directly and completely?"

When you think about it, Grindelwald's superb wandless spellcasting ability and slight chatterbox appearance are not incomprehensible.

After decades of autism, in this place where entertainment and social scarcity are scarce, Gellert Lonely Old Man Grindelwald seems to have the only way to spend time besides eating, sleeping and sleeping.

Even if this old man can be given enough time and energy to further develop this magical magic, it is not completely impossible to finally develop a spiral pill or a large fireball......

"Surprised, isn't it? this is the unique power of magic, and the magical Muggles you call it will never be able to do. ”

"Well, I think a big fireball is better...... Huh?"

Elena, who was in a fugue state, replied absentmindedly, and just halfway through the sentence, the girl was suddenly stunned and came back to her senses with a little embarrassment.

Raising her head tentatively and looking at the stunned old man, Elena secretly stuck out her tongue, and while eating someone else's baked potatoes, she was also a little embarrassed.

At this time, it is time to activate your own bloodline skills...... Aside from Dumbledore, she hasn't met a second person who can face the indifference of the deliberately cute little Lori.

"Hey, hey...... Potatoes, beautiful, delicious, you're so good—"

Elena blinked, a smile quickly piled up on her face, pointed to the black baked potato in her hand, and tilted her head cutely, trying to get by.

However, Grindelwald's face quickly turned cold.

"I'm tired, grab your food and go out. ”

Realizing that he had been talking to himself all along, Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, raised his hand, and pointed out the door, his tone calm and indifferent.

"Well, the potatoes have to be cooked to ......," Elena continued to try.

"Get out. ”

Grindelwald repeated it expressionlessly, as if the old man had suddenly changed into a different person, cold and impersonal, and the sudden disgust in his eyes could not have been more obvious.

"Oh......"

Glancing at Grindelwald, who was not good-looking, Elena let out a sigh and obediently shut her mouth. But that's fine, she couldn't find a reason to slip away before.

Elena thought for a moment, shoved the half-cooked potato into her arms, and then ran quickly to the "magic cold storage" that Dumbledore had left behind, and took some of each ingredient from it - she had already figured out how to repay the baked potato.

"Wait, take the blanket too. ”

Seeing that Elena was about to leave the room, Grindelwald, who was sitting on the bed board, couldn't help but move his fingers, and the thin blanket pushed on the side of the bed seemed to be pulled by an invisible thread and draped straight over Elena, and when he looked at the room, it seemed that a cute little monster suddenly appeared.

Huh?!

By the way, I almost forgot.

Elena rolled her eyes, stopped at the door, and then quickly turned around, jumped up and down to Grindelwald, took a large handful of candy from her pocket, and fell into Grindelwald's arms.

"I've tasted these for you, and they don't taste strange. ”

"What are you doing here, take it quickly!"

Grindelwald frowned coldly, and before he could throw it back, Elena had already run out of his room in a puff of smoke.

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon. ”

The girl's crisp voice and the sound of brisk footsteps from the stone staircase corridor that spiraled down the tower floor made Grindelwald's brow tighten a little.

"Candy for Hogwarts meals...... Hmph, naïve. ”

Lowering his head and looking at the colorful candies in his arms, a look of disgust appeared on Grindelwald's face, if he guessed correctly, this is probably Elena secretly caught it from the Hogwarts dining hall during breakfast, right?

The old man raised his hand, and was about to throw them all outside the room, when he was halfway up his hand when he suddenly paused unconsciously.

"In case the half-breed little girl regrets it later, and wants to come up and ask for candy, if it doesn't have it, it will be a trouble. ”

Grindelwald muttered in a low voice, flicked his wrist, and carefully gathered the large pile of candy on his knees into a small storage box under his bed.

......

On the other side, Elena was back in the "Hogwarts-themed" luxury suite, standing at the workbench in the open kitchen.

The potatoes, slices of bacon, dry bread, and cabbage have all been cleaned and placed neatly on the workbench.

The water in the cauldron that had been set aside above the fireplace flames, designated by Elena's Potions Class as a soup vessel, was already gurgling and billowing.

Elena took off her wizard's robes, rolled up her sleeves, and tied the thin blanket Grindelwald as an apron, her fingers lightly running over the cold spine of the Zwilling knife.

Ever since the house-elf contracted the orphanage's daily diet last month, she hadn't cooked a serious dish for a long time.

Whether it's a roasted mutant fish with sweet spices or a honey-scented Hogwarts lichen, it's actually not really a dish to cook with heart, and the playful nature of killing boredom is actually heavier.

Elena felt that it was time for her to do something to stabilize her somewhat resurgence in her craft, and the first step to test whether her cooking skills had regressed was to conquer the tsundere original Dark Lord with the simplest ingredients.

As for the monotony of the ingredients? That's not a problem at all.

You know, in the mysterious oriental country of her previous life, people are not only good at all kinds of strange ingredient selection, but more importantly, how to make the most sumptuous and exquisite dishes with the simplest ingredients.

Not to mention that there are such a rich combination of ingredients now, even if it is just a lump of dry flour, Elena has a way to turn it into dozens of different dishes.

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Goo~ I've been a little dizzy these days.

There is no Kavin, there are plot outlines, but there is not enough energy.

Zhang said that he and the monthly pass will not be asked for the time being~ Hey, I will work hard to add more in the future.