Obviously, the allure of good food varies from person to person.

Albus ...... Don't be stunned all the time! Is it because the dessert on the table is not appetizing?"

“......”

The old man did not answer.

Dumbledore, who had just returned to the Headmaster's office, was standing by the door, looking at Grindelwald sitting behind his desk with an intriguing look, not paying any attention to the desserts that were placed on the table.

An eerie and bad atmosphere gradually spread through the room.

“...... Uh, Mr. Headmaster, you shouldn't have eaten dinner, here's a few desserts that I left for you......"

"......," Dumbledore replied to him with a calm look.

“...... Belch...... Albus?"

Grindelwald pondered what to do as he continued to think about shifting Dumbledore's attention to food.

"What did you tell her, that kid?"

"It's just some old things, and there is no danger, a beautiful love story!"

Grindelwald's clumsy explanation didn't work, only an increasingly indifferent expression.

Just as Greengrindelwald was about to try something else, Dumbledore sighed, and then, somewhat tiredly, the old man came over and picked up a piece of pudding covered with maple crumbs and put it in his mouth.

"Why do you want to add a little bit of unstable variables to everything when it's working properly? ”

"Uh...... What's this...... You know, I'm not entirely optimistic about the future that kid described, or how to describe it...... Fairy tales are unattainable illusions after all, and sooner or later she will have to return to reality. ”

"You're playing with fire, Gail, you should know the worst possible consequences, right?"

"Of course, of course...... Rightfully so! Don't you want to see where that kid's limits are? It's not learning how to wave a magic wand in a classroom, it's turning the world upside down! From magic to science, from matter to mind!"

Grindelwald shook a frosted finger and grinned nonchalantly.

"How can I be willing to stand behind the scenes as a spectator for such an interesting thing......?"

"You're not going to make it, after all this time, you still don't understand why you failed in the first place-"

Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald calmly and whispered with a smile on his face.

"I'm not saying that your plan has any huge holes, but that kid...... From the beginning, she was not driven by a thirst for power, hatred, or even protection - our time has passed. ”

"Even if it's me on one side of the scales, dear Albus, you have never believed in faith. ”

"Whoever she is, she doesn't use sacrifice as a bargaining chip, don't you understand? She's not like us. ”

Dumbledore shook his head and waved his right hand casually.

The next moment, the portraits of the headmaster's office who secretly pricked up their ears were all hidden behind the curtain.

"Even you? Gellert Grindelwald? She won't let you sacrifice yourself to set the door to the new world on fire—as for why I didn't stop the young lady who had just left the office? I know you want to ask that. ”

Dumbledore said in a firm tone, smiling at the old fellow whom he had known for nearly a hundred years.

"I'm just curious? How many more times are you going to fail? Will you understand how terrible that girl is?"

"What a headache for self-confidence. ”

Grindelwald's eyebrows twitched, and he snorted softly.

"That sounds like that? Professor Dumbledore had already seen the end...... I wonder when you've mastered the power of prophecy?"

"It's just a trivial reasoning. ”

A smile on Dumbledore's face? Lingering on a messy dining table for a moment? Said suddenly.

"I almost forgot to ask, is the wine served in the Hogwarts kitchen good tonight?"

"As always, alas, I didn't give it to you - wait?!"

Grindelwald replied nonchalantly? His face gradually stiffened a little.

Accompanied by Dumbledore's inexplicable questions? A small detail that he had previously overlooked suddenly emerged, and Grindelwald suddenly felt a chill as if the blood vessels of his whole body had been injected into the piercing dry ice.

An indescribable feeling, as if the water in the whole body is about to turn into sweat and evaporate in an instant.

"At Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, even if the students eat at the same table as the professor......"

Dumbledore said? Shaking his head in pity, he took the last piece of candied pineapple from the petrified old demon king.

"That doesn't mean it's reliable at the table? Underage children are not allowed to drink alcohol, it seems that when you were with Elena before? It's still pretty good - rest assured, it's just the simplest time-delay petrochemical. ”

“......”

Grindelwald's body gradually stiffened? The upper and lower gums were locked together and could not speak.

The first half of his life in the wizarding world? The almost invincible Dark Lord is only left with his eyes rolling? He looked at Dumbledore in disbelief.

"Guess what that kid said to me when he left the auditorium, so much so that I had to trot back?"

Dumbledore stood up, walked past Grindelwald, and pulled a clean syringe from his desk drawer.

"The red wine sent to the office upstairs tonight is mixed with petrochemicals, and when you go back, remember to help grandpa get an injection first, control that old guy's precarious blood sugar, and help me relay a word by the way......"

Dumbledore clumsily cracked open a bottle of insulin injection and fumbled around Grindelwald a few times.

"Those who take the initiative to stir up strife will be punished twice as much for the losers - you have already lost a lot. ”

......

Meanwhile.

Ravenclaw College, women's dormitory.

"Very good, let it go - there's nothing wrong with this letter. ”

Elena gently touched the head of the reserve and waved her wand, and the letter on the table was folded and sealed.

As the underground queen of Hogwarts, although she can't monitor all foreign communications, she focuses on monitoring those "extradited persons" from Russia, which is almost the most basic information security and counter-espionage measures.

And rightfully so......

"You're free, go ahead and deliver the letter...... It's not an easy journey from the Scottish Highlands to St. Petersburg. Maybe there's a geography lesson to add to Hogwarts later, your-"

Elena's fingers, glittering with white light, gently poked at the big brown barn round-faced fat chicken that had been caught.

Cuckoo?

Goo!

The next moment, this big fat chicken, which was originally a little wilted, instantly recovered its spirit and fluttered with vigor.

Just like the healing effect when applied to the human body, when the healing spell is in effect, it will not be able to discern what form of life the other person is, which Elena discovered when she was staying at Scamander's house during the holidays.

Healing is not an instantaneous act, which means it can be improved as a long-term buff.

For example, it would be similar to taking the one-time health regeneration magic in the later online game into a health regeneration HOT magic that is cast on the target and continues to heal the target for a period of time.

Since I am not very proficient for the time being, it does not last long, but it has some effect in the end.

"Okay, you're reinforced. Go for it......"

Elena strapped the envelope around its ankle and walked to the window to open her hand.

Immediately after, the girl glanced at the girls lined up behind her, and said softly with a smile.

"I've lent you this window, don't sit on my bed and read the letter, or I'll beat you half to death!" You know, one of the Kaslana family mottos is to keep your promises—okay, I'll go find Luna. ”

"Kaslana, don't go too far, obviously ......"

"If you say one more word, I'll stew your owl with you!"

Elena glanced at the girl who was instantly silent, shook her head helplessly, and threatened with a fierce face.

"Remember, if you're still at my bedside tomorrow morning...... Hmph, then wait for the owl soup!"

With the end of last semester's "potato wars", the window bed in the Ravenclaw dormitory suddenly became hot.

Of course, this is not because the scenery outside has suddenly changed for the better.

In Hogwarts, where electromagnetic signals are completely shielded, love across houses can mostly only be transmitted on letterhead.

As the only two Hogwarts houses with separate towers as dormitories, the young wizards of Ravenclaw and Gryffindor House naturally have a unique advantage in talking to each other - unlike Muggle schools where there are dormitory aunts.

The order of the dormitories after the lights are turned off at Hogwarts is almost entirely dependent on the management of the prefects of each house.

And when the prefect of the college, and even the president of the student union, began to openly say goodnight to each other with "boyfriends" and "girlfriends" in the dormitory with owls, and as soon as they said goodnight, they could "come and go" until the middle of the night, and the few half-open windows that could send owls naturally became the most important place for "soldiers" to fight.

Even couples from the same academy occasionally secretly send messages to each other after the lights go out.

Of course, in addition to this, there are some special groups.

For example, waiting by the window, watching with envy the dogs and men chatting hotly, while waiting for the echo of their long letter of shushing and asking for warmth—even if it is only one sentence most of the time, "I'm going to sleep", it can be regarded as saying goodnight to each other.

And the single little wizards who slept peacefully with pillows and futons in the corners where the moonlight could not be found.

And......

"Elena, don't move your hands, you're so sleepy—"

"You're holding my hair down......"

"Oh-why don't you sleep in your own bed?"

"They're sending letters over there, huhuhu......"

"And who were you writing to? I heard the sound of grain reserves!"

"Sleep, sleep—sleepy. ”

“......”

Luna looked at the face that was close at hand, and fell asleep in a second, did she really think she was a three-year-old?

Then she turned her head to look at the window next to Elena's bed.

Both the reserve and the big brown barn owl that had been captured had disappeared by this time, leaving only three or four girls wrapped in plush blankets from the elves, sitting cautiously by the wall waiting for a reply.

Hogwarts students are not allowed to actively summon house-elves in their dormitories, which is a privilege reserved for only a few.

Luna, who had studied the magical creatures since childhood, knew very well that even the house-elves in Hogwarts would not act at will without explicit orders - it was quite a serious mistake to make her own decisions.

Luna's pale silver eyes looked at Elena's slightly fluttering ears, and she knew that the girl was not asleep yet.

"Why don't you tell them? There's no need to be so ......."

"What do you think? I'm the future Great Demon King—the fierce one!"

Elena muttered angrily, tugged at the quilt, and turned to the other side.

What a brutal but gentle witch, Elena.

This gave her a baseless premonition: even if Elena really became the Great Demon King one day, those guys who stood on the opposite side of her would probably survive inexplicably, and then everyone would live happily together, right?

............

"Come, I've compiled some materials and sent them to you now—this is something that hasn't been published yet—"

Before she knew it, a week had passed since Hogwarts classes, but Elena still felt a little unbelievable when she saw Gilderoy Lockhart carefully preparing the lessons and talking about behavioral techniques from the podium.

Maybe it's because the influence of the movies in her previous life is too deep, and she still feels unreal from time to time.

As one of the best-known best-selling authors in the wizarding world, Gilderoy Lockhart still retains his explosive camera sense, even in classes for first-year students, maintaining an extremely bright smile and a rigorous teaching attitude.

Even his repeated emphasis on the fact that most of his previous works were purely fictional could not erase the increasingly legendary discussions among the students.

In the eyes of most students, the "grammar class" professor who had never shown magical prowess at Hogwarts was probably as strong as the four headmasters, and those modest statements were just to keep them focused on the textbook

As the course progresses, any student who is smarter will be able to find evidence from the Lockhart series.

It's hard to tell a fictional story with a sense of realism in detail, and there's no such thing as a perfect world.

This is what Professor Lockhart taught his students in the first grammar lesson, and it is also the reason why it is used to ask students to write essays based on their own experiences – which in turn is the core of the students' research.

With the exception of a few works that are clearly exaggerated, Professor Lockhart is for the most part not lacking in authentic detail.

In other words......

"Professor Lockhart isn't a liar! Elena, you're jealous!"

Hermione blushed in exasperation and snatched her class schedule from the white-haired ball.

On that timetable, all of the grammar lessons were circled in pink hearts — in fact, Hermione wasn't the only one, at least a third of the girls did...... Ravenclaw College is particularly severe.

"Bandon did have a lot of ghost incidents, and was successfully banished by a mysterious wizard. Whether it's the local reports, or the sporadic documentation here in the wizarding world, even the weather, it's all exactly the same as the details that the professor wrote in the book "Breaking with the Female Ghost". (note 1)

"As for what you said, the professor has never been to Thailand at all, maybe it is hearsay......"

Hermione Granger glanced sideways at Elena and raised her chin proudly, "That only means that you haven't seriously read the professor's book "Breaking with a Female Ghost" at all." The place mentioned in the professor's book is in Ireland, and it has nothing to do with Thailand!"

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Note 1 (free)

In many translated books, even "Breaking with a Female Ghost" on Baidu Encyclopedia, it is written as "Wan Lun" instead of "Bandon", based on the line once said by Gilderoy Lockhart: "I don't drive away Wan Lun's female ghost by smiling." "The vast majority of non-deep HP book lovers will be misled by the translated literature and mistakenly believe that Wanlun is in southern Thailand

Unfortunately, Rowling is not referring to Thailand's "Surat Thani", but to the "Bandon" in the wide valley of the Bandon River, Ireland, the hometown of the female ghost (banshee)