"Bombarda Impact"

Grindelwald shook his head, whispered, raised his palm to Elena and pushed it forward.

Bang!

Without any resistance, as if she had been hit head-on by a strong man, Elena's petite body was directly knocked into the air by the powerful impact.

"I think you need to understand that I'm not one of those mediocre people who lose their wand and become poor Muggles. ”

The corners of Grindelwald's mouth curled proudly, and he said lightly, "A true wizard, even without a wand, can easily defeat ......"

Before Grindelwald could finish speaking, he saw Elena, who was shot into the air by the spell, still grasping the trunk's forearm and swinging, with the help of the centripetal force in classical mechanics, the girl's body crossed an arc in the air and returned to Grindelwald.

Syllable!

A small lady's flat shoe was heavily imprinted on the smug face of the original Dark Lord, and he stepped back on his words.

"Hey, that's really good. You black-hearted maggot!"

Elena gasped and rubbed her aching chest - fortunately she finally held back and didn't let go, otherwise she would have almost let the old guy pretend.

"You!" Grindelwald, who still had shoe prints on his face, turned his head angrily, the anger in his eyes almost burned to substance.

Never......

Over the years, no matter what kind of battles he has experienced, how many times he has been captured, no one has ever dared to kick him in the face. If there was some banter before, Grindelwald was really angry at this moment.

"What are you, I hate you the most. ”

Adhering to the underground black boxing principles taught by Daddy Benitez, all trash talk must be done in the process of swinging punches.

Now that she had already done it, Elena naturally didn't think too much about it, and she quickly moved forward with a horse step, and greeted Grindelwald in the face with a straight punch that didn't have any tricks.

In the face of the most powerful dark wizard in the history of the wizarding world, she will not take it lightly because the other person looks like a wrinkled old man.

As for the courage and reason for doing it, it is very simple - Dumbledore's message mentions that "Grindelwald may not be able to beat her", which means that, in theory, she and Grindelwald should be five or five.

Looking at the oncoming fist, Grindelwald's eyes froze, his right hand flicked quickly, and the pillow on the hard bed flew up out of thin air and blocked in front of Elena's fist, counteracting part of the force of the girl's fist, and did not directly take a punch.

"Do you really think you can hurt me with just your strength? I'm not one of those weak little creatures in your school. ”

As a generation of demon kings who have experienced countless duels, even if he is old and frail, Grindelwald, who has received a kick and a punch in the face, will not be so easily defeated by a ten-year-old girl.

Grindelwald shook his head slightly, his left hand lifted like lightning, accurately grabbed Elena's forearm sunken in the pillow, and clenched his left fist, without any element of pity, and punched the girl's soft lower abdomen hard.

"Don't underestimate people, you little devil who doesn't know the height of the sky!"

Boom!

"Hmm. ”

A sharp pain spread from Elena's lower abdomen, and the girl couldn't help but let out a muffled grunt of pain, Grindelwald's strength was obviously much greater than that of an old man of his size, but ...... It doesn't seem to be unbearable!

Elena gritted her teeth and tore off the pillow that was blocking Grindelwald's head with both hands, not expecting it to be a death gavel slammed forward.

Bang!

"What qualifications do you have to stop me from bringing food, an old fellow who only knows how to eat, but you can't cook. ”

As she spoke, Elena took the opportunity to pull Grindelwald's fingers away from the suitcase, stumbling and pushing the suitcase to leave the room.

"Little bastard, stop me!"

Grindelwald, clutching his head, swung his right hand hard, and the old wooden chair flew up and smashed squarely on Elena's back.

Elena, who was already a little unsteady on her feet, almost fell directly to the ground, and the suitcase in her hand naturally disappeared and moved back to Grindelwald's bedside.

"So, there's no need to talk about it, right? Phew, it looks like it's going to be a tough battle......"

Elena wiped the corners of her mouth, spat a mouthful of bloodshot spit, moved her shoulders, looked serious, and shrank to dodge the chair that had hit her again, and threw herself forward.

This time Grindelwald did not dodge again, but not to be outdone, he raised his fist and swung it towards Elena.

The two wizards, one big and one young, were like boxers in the non-magical world, waving their fists and kicks and scuffling together.

......

On the top of the tower in Newmengard, two wizards with a huge age gap stared at each other with fighting spirit, like fighting cocks. After several rounds of fighting, both of them had become blue and swollen, and there were countless bruises on their bodies.

"Phew, ha, hoo......"

Leaning against the cold wall, Gellert Grindelwald gasped violently like an old blower, narrowed his slightly swollen left eye, and looked warily at the white-haired ball not far away.

Compared to Elena, who was still energetic, Grindelwald clearly felt the constant exhaustion in his body, and the years had finally left traces on his body that could not be healed by magic.

Without a wand, Grindelwald couldn't cast any subtle spells, and the wandless spell he was proud of wasn't as good as he could have imagined in such a confined space, because often before he could speak, a small fist appeared in front of him.

Grindelwald was well aware that as time went on, his age and physical disadvantage were gradually expanding, and it might only take a few minutes before he would be beaten unconscious by the little girl in front of him.

Feeling the pain coming from all over his body, Grindelwald bared his teeth, and he finally began to understand the meaning of Dumbledore's message - this little witch named Elena was simply a little monster with brute strength.

And a weak old man trapped in a tower would not be able to beat a little monster jumping around.

"Stop! You win! The food is yours!"

Seeing that Elena seemed to be rested, adjusting her breath and steps to pounce again, Grindelwald simply sat down on the gray suitcase that had returned to him temporarily, spread out his hands to show that he had given up resistance, and shouted loudly.

A fist swept against the old man's cheek, and a small, swollen fist stopped next to Grindelwald's head.

"But they have to be with me......"

"Huh?" Elena let out a nasal voice.

"Don't do it yet, I'll help you heal your wounds, and you listen to me. ”

Without waiting for Elena to make a move, Grindelwald raised his hands, smiled kindly, and gently wrapped Elena's small fist.

A hazy white light emanated from his palm, quickly healing the wounds on the girl's body, and Grindelwald said patiently in a tone that had never been coaxed before.

"You see, I'm not going to leave this room anyway, that's my promise to Albus. Besides, there are no kitchens in the castle that can be used, so at least I can use magic to cook the food for you......"

Damn Albus Dumbledore!

Speaking of Dumbledore, Grindelwald couldn't help but grit his teeth in hatred.

He finally understood another thing, why Dumbledore would leave this white-haired ball in his castle at the expense of his old face, even if it was to deceive people into escaping.

There is no doubt that if it were him, he would also try to do everything possible to throw this child away.

"We're going to join forces, I've decided, I'm going to teach you magic myself, I can't let that ...... Hmm, what do you say...... By the way, the spicy old radish must not make him feel better. ”

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