"It's just a little burn, and it's normal for wizards, and only pampered little ones like you make a fuss. ”

An unnatural look flashed across Grindelwald's face, and his wrist strained to break free of Elena's hands.

"I just didn't expect ......"

Elena picked up the blackened toasted potato and broke it with ease—unsurprisingly, it was thoroughly ripe and the aroma of food came to her nose.

It looked ugly, but if she guessed correctly, it was probably the most successful of the original Dark Lord.

"Don't think too much, I just don't want you to come up and disturb my rest after a long day of making up with food. And ......"

Glancing at Elena, who was about to speak, Grindelwald snorted softly with disgust.

"Don't show that obnoxious look of weakness, I'm not down to the point where I need a little girl to sympathize with the pitiful. Well, you're good to go. ”

As he spoke, a faint white light lit up from between the old man's slightly closed palms, and with a faint wisp of smoke, the scalded blisters on Grindelwald's palms quickly dissipated visibly.

A faint light shone from the skylight above, and a narrow pillar of light flew with fine dust, making Elena unable to see the look on the old man's face for a while, but the stubbornness behind the proud tone could not be clearer.

"Hey, it's better than it looks on the outside, it's amazing, although it's paste, it doesn't taste like charcoal. ”

Ignoring Grindelwald's eviction order, Elena simply sat cross-legged on the floor, blew on the steaming potatoes in her hand, took a bite gently, and asked curiously in Grindelwald's helpless expression.

"I just don't understand why you don't use a spell, even if you don't have a wand, with your strength, it shouldn't be a simple thing to cast a wandless spell and light a fire. ”

"Just a simple wandless spell?!Why do you think it's called a wandless spell??Is it just casting magic without using a wand?"

Glancing at the white-haired dumplings that looked like a rodent munching on potatoes, Grindelwald raised his eyebrows rather amusefully, and his tone couldn't help but carry a hint of mockery and disdain.

"Listen, wandless spellcasting and the magic riot of you little kids who can't even control your own magic are two extremes, and it's a very advanced form of magic. ”

Magic is a wizard's instinct, a unique talent that can manifest itself at any moment.

There is no doubt about this, it does not change whether a wizard's wand is in hand or not, in fact, when a wizard is angry or excited, magic will manifest itself.

As the wand maker Ollivander said in the original book, "As long as you are a wizard, you should be able to show magic with almost any tool." ”

However, this instinctive magic is fragmented and random, and can only be called wandless magic to be precise—it can only be as close as possible to the desired result of the subjective consciousness, but cannot be controlled as accurately as a wand (although in reality, many wizards are unable to accurately implement their ideas even with a wand). ）

If the difference in difficulty between human beings performing sound magic and silent magic is equivalent to learning the alphabet from A to Z to reading War and Peace in its entirety, then the wandless magic is a whole level more difficult than silent magic.

However, the reason why it is called difficult rather than impossible magic is because even in today's magical world, there are a few people who are skilled in casting spells without a wand......

“...... Take Albus Dumbledore, for example, and me, Gellert Grindelwald. Grindelwald said calmly and calmly.

Glancing helplessly at the original Tsundere Dark Lord as standard as a textbook, Elena shrugged as she swallowed the baked potatoes in her mouth.

"Well, I've never denied your magical talent...... However, having said all this, I still can't explain why you burn your hands when you bake a potato. ”

When communicating with most eloquent people, it is important to remember clearly what the dots of all the questions are, so that they are not easily confused by other topics.

As a top sophist at the king level, Elena obviously will not be distracted by such a simple and superficial means as Grindelwald. The reason why she didn't immediately interrupt the rebuttal was simply because she wanted to eat the potatoes and listen to the story quietly.

"Uh......"

The look on Grindelwald's face froze instantly, and a flash of annoyance flashed - that's why he hated children the most, especially the little clever ghost in front of him whose skin was thicker than the city wall.

"Hiccup~~ If I remember correctly. The incendio spell of the Fire Charm should be ...... "Elena hiccuped slightly, and pressed her index finger to her lip as she recalled thoughtfully.

"I don't need you to teach me, and you can't pronounce it wrong, so you have to be soft and fast when you say in. The corners of Grindelwald's eyes twitched, and he frowned subconsciously corrected, and after a pause, the old man let out an angry sneer.

"Then, let's not talk about whether my spell can be released. Shall I just burn my only bed board as firewood just to bake a few potatoes?"

"What's more, wandless spellcasting is not a medium-free spell, and most magic needs a medium to cast. If I had cast the fire directly with my fingers, my arm would have been charred before the potatoes were cooked. ”

Speaking of this, as if thinking of something, Grindelwald paused for a second or two, glanced thoughtfully at Elena, who was listening intently to his lecture, and continued meaningfully.

"Just as house-elves and elves can perform magic with the snap of their fingers, the principle of wandless spellcasting is nothing more than using our body parts as a wand. It's just that, unlike those magical creatures, the fragile bodies of human wizards are difficult to directly withstand and perform some high-intensity magic. ”

As he spoke, Grindelwald gestured to the potato in Elena's hand.

"You know, in the entire wizarding world today, even Albus Dumbledore, whom you admire, can't use magic to bake potatoes from the inside out like I do. ”

“......”

Elena looked at Grindelwald with a proud face like an old child, her lips moved, and she did not speak.

Forget it, for the sake of the old man's rare happiness, she better not pour cold water.

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Mutter~