Coolness was already spreading in the air in Newmengard in September.

And in the tallest tower of the castle, two deceived people, one old and one young, were staring at each other with wide eyes.

With Dumbledore's sudden departure, and the text message that drifted into the room, almost all the truth had been revealed.

There is no doubt that the world's greatest white wizard once again used his wits to successfully defeat the evil Dark Lord, and the background boards in this little story have all calmly accepted this ending......

——Weird!(╯‵□′)╯(┻━┻!X2

Struggling to suppress the urge to scold the street, Elena turned her head to look at Grindelwald, who was also pale, and suddenly a feeling of sympathy arose, which made the girl feel a little better—at least it seemed that she was not the only one who had been fooled.

"There are a few minor puzzles that I think we might need to answer each other's questions before we speak out against Professor Dumbledore. Elena narrowed her eyes, a chill in her tone, and said calmly, "Professor Dumbledore told me that years of incarceration have made you feel extremely lonely, and that you desperately need someone to talk about your old past. A poor, autistic empty nester in need of love?"

"Shit!" Hearing Elena's words, Grindelwald's face contorted and he snorted coldly.

"If it weren't for the fact that you, the little girl, were my admirer and had done everything in their power to attract my attention, I wouldn't have bothered to pay attention to a rookie wizard like you who doesn't know even the simplest transfiguration. I'd rather die of old age alone than play with mud with a nasty little girl like you. ”

"Admirer, I don't worship a [Dark Lord] who has been captured by a little curled winged demon, old man, your memory may have deteriorated a little so that you forgot the ending when describing your past experiences, right?"

Elena pursed her lips rather amusefully, and without hesitation, she directly exposed the part of Grindelwald that she had hidden intentionally or unintentionally in the process of showing off.

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

Grindelwald's eyes flashed, and the unanimous statement of the Magical Congress of the United States so far about how he was caught by Newt Scamander was that he had gathered the power of many Aurors to subdue the Dark Lord Grindelwald - as a little girl less than ten years old, she could know these secrets, and she didn't need to think about it to know from whom.

Whether it was Elena or Grindelwald, the two only exchanged a few lines from Dumbledore's solo conversation, and it was easy to completely restore Dumbledore's flickering method.

"Yes, if there is nothing real in the lie, how could that spicy old radish deceive me?" Elena, who had figured out the whole thing, sharpened her teeth, and two cute and sharp little tiger teeth flashed.

Grindelwald crumpled the thin blanket in his hand and threw it aside, letting out a series of dangerous sneers, "It's okay, he'll be back in five days anyway." I know him well. ”

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

"Hmph, even if you ask for teaching, I won't learn. Do you think I'm the kind of character I'm going to be at my mercy? Wait, I'll let him know what the price is when I go back to school. ”

Dumbledore put her on a hard slap and Elena said hatefully - it was a terrible thing to throw such a weak, helpless, and cute first-year freshman with the extremely dangerous dark wizard.

But now there's another problem......

Elena picked up the piece of letter that had fallen on the ground and glanced at Grindelwald with a frown, "I noticed that this letter mentions a deaf old man delivering food......

"It was nothing more than a Muggle from somewhere in the European Ministry of Magic, who was said to have been the bell-ringer in some church, an old, ugly, deaf, dumb old stubborn who was desperately rejecting all about magic. ”

As he spoke, Grindelwald snorted, a look of obvious disgust on his face, "His daily job is to make the food given by [God] into garbage that is not even as good as pig food, and let it be put at my door." Other than that, he stayed in the room of the castle in a daze, and never left the castle at all. ”

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

Elena continued unceremoniously, continuing to think about what had not been said just now—on the way here, Dumbledore had accidentally mentioned that the magic around Newmengard Castle was protected from the inside out.

Theoretically, there is no strong defense system to prevent personnel from exiting inside.

Since there is a deaf and dumb old man who is responsible for delivering food to Grindelwald, whether it is to purchase ingredients or supplement daily necessities, she needs a stable source and a channel that she can also use.

She wasn't interested in arguing with an old man who was almost a hundred years older than her in this cold castle.

In the worst-case scenario, if Dumbledore didn't show up after five days, she would have to seriously think about escaping from prison, and she couldn't stay here forever.

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

Grindelwald glanced at Elena, instantly understood the girl's thoughts, and proudly wrapped his thin arms around him, grinning and sneering, "Like Hogwarts, Newmengard is a castle built entirely using magic, and from the very beginning of its construction, there was no path left for Muggles and low-magic people to reach. ”

"There's only one way to get to and from Newmengard—magic! true magic that only adult wizards can master. Not your poor little trick of a three-legged cat kung fu that doesn't count. ”

Is it actually the meaning of short-distance magic?

Perhaps not necessarily, the convenience of magic has always made wizards unconsciously ignore the power of human beings themselves, at least in Elena's impression, it is not uncommon for non-magical worlds to hike through uninhabited snowy mountains.

Shrugging her shoulders, in line with the principle of caring for the elderly, Elena sensibly did not argue with Grindelwald any more.

Since winning that debate last month, [Elena vs. Grindelwald] has a 100% win rate, and with that, she can guarantee that she will have the last laugh in every fight.

But...... Elena thought back to the deserted snow-capped mountain she had seen when she came to the castle before, and frowned with some headaches.

Without high-tech equipment and a strong physique, even if she was trekking through the snowy mountains, she still had to master some basic life magic. Thinking about it, perhaps she also needed to play a role between learning multiple spells and concentrating on mastering a difficult excursion magic.

But no matter which one she was, at least for a short time, she wouldn't be able to escape from this place.

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

Elena looked curiously at the cramped room in which Grindelwald was.

After learning the reality of being trapped in Newmengard Castle for the time being, her attention quickly turned to the most important part of the matter, the "ingredients" mentioned by Dumbledore in the letterhead.

"Well, in that corner. Grindelwald, who felt like he had won big, nodded his chin to the end of the bed.

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

"Oh, thanks. ”

Elena raised an eyebrow, stood up, and tried to pull the suitcase. The box was so light that it barely felt heavy, and if it wasn't for Dumbledore's lying, then most of the time there was some kind of magic in it.

Nodding in satisfaction, Elena picked up her suitcase as if no one was around, turned and walked out the door—um? this time she didn't pull it, and the fluttering suitcase stayed there as if it had taken root.

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

I saw Grindelwald stretch out his hand and press it on the other end of the gray suitcase, his tone unconsciously carrying a layer of anger. He had never seen such an arrogant little guy dare to drag the food away in front of him.

"Let go. ”

Elena turned her head to look at the thin old hand pressed against the "ingredient box", frowned slightly, and said calmly.

A very different kind of indifference and calmness than before.

"Watch your attitude, little girl. Who do you think you're talking to?"

Grindelwald snorted coldly, a trace of unhappiness flashed on his face, such a tone was always only he said to others, when it was the turn of a little girl who was only ten years old to say to him.

"Listen, little thing. Everything here is mine, whether it's the castle, the knowledge, the food, you can only get it with my permission. Now, take your hands off my food, do you understand?"

"Let go. ”

Elena raised her head and took a deep look at the old man's wrinkled face, tilting her head sweetly, but her eyes were full of coldness, "I repeat, don't blame me for not warning you beforehand." ”

As the girl's voice sounded, Grindelwald noticed a dazzling white mark gradually shining from the back of Elena's left hand, and as a witness to this unbreakable oath, he knew what it meant.

"Heh, you still want to do it?!"

The first Dark Lord couldn't help but laugh angrily, nodded his head again and again, and squeezed out between his teeth word by word. "Good, good...... It seems that I need to help Albus Dumbledore teach his students how to respect their elders and forerunners. ”

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