“...... Yes, yes, you guessed it. You're amazing. ”

Elena glanced at Gellert Grindelwald, who was immersed in impeccable reasoning, and each fold of her face seemed to have smug words written on it, and sighed silently, wisely not continuing her argument.

Obviously, unless she can immediately pick up a bunch of bedding from the downstairs room and take a picture in front of Grindelwald, even if she takes out a photo, Grindelwald will probably be able to insist that it is her magic PS.

"Let's not discuss where I live, you should know what I'm here for. Let me see what's delicious......"

Elena glanced at Grindelwald warily, cautiously walked to the end of the old man's bed, dragged out the gray suitcase that Dumbledore had left behind, opened it, and looked inside, her face suddenly frozen.

The space inside the suitcase is much larger than it looks from the outside, and as soon as you open it, you feel a faint coolness on your face, as if you opened the refrigerator in your previous life.

There is no doubt that Dumbledore at least added spatial magic such as the Impermanence Charm to the chest, as well as some spells that Elena could not name for the time being, and transformed it into a "magical version of the cold storage".

However, compared to the spell cast on the suitcase, the contents contained in it are so pitiful that they cannot be described simply as shabby.

The first thing that catches your eye is a large pile of potatoes, potatoes, potatoes, yam eggs of various sizes, followed by cabbage, cabbage, cabbage, and the rest of the pile of familiar bacon and dry bread, and five or six large wooden barrels filled with fresh water with the Hogwarts crest on them.

"Staple food, vegetables, meat, water...... It's everything, it's still quite hearty, hehehe-"

The corners of Elena's mouth twitched, she retracted her previous evaluation of Dumbledore's generosity, the spicy old radish was still the familiar old wizard who slammed the door and held a grudge.

Apparently, Dumbledore had just packed her with the exact same ingredients she had left over from the Hogwarts school kitchen yesterday.

Forget it, don't get angry......

Be gentle, be calm......

She wants to be a polite little lady......

(\# ̄Д ̄)\——!!! Bang!

Elena slammed the lid of her suitcase shut with a deafening bang, for the sake of the large luxurious bedroom downstairs, so be it for the time being.

"Is that really all there is?"

Elena turned her head a little unwillingly, looked at Grindelwald sitting on the edge of the bed and asked, her eyes looking back and forth at the old man, as if to see if he had secretly hidden the food.

"There are still some elementary potion materials and utensils in the corner of the chest, and I guess Albus means that I want to teach you some potions knowledge. Other than that, that's all you see. ”

Grindelwald shrugged, for him, as long as there was something to eat, anyway.

Glancing at Elena, who was sitting sullenly by the box in a daze, the old man thought for a moment and casually threw Elena a potato with a black roasted skin and a piece of dry bread.

"Well, I've got this for you, take it while it's hot. ”

Grindelwald said to Elena, as if it were a great reward and honor, "I don't expect anything nice from you, but I hope you don't burn my castle black for a potato to bake - if you at least know how to make your wand pop a few poor little sparks." ”

As he spoke, Grindelwald grinned and smiled maliciously, and said, "If I'm not mistaken, you haven't had time to master any spells other than [Fluorescent Flicker], have you?"

"Don't worry, old man. In a few days, the professors at the school will teach you, so you won't have to worry about magic. Elena raised an eyebrow, her face full of disapproval

Anyway, there is a fireplace in the room below, so there is no need to worry about the fire source or anything.

During this free five-day vacation, magic was just a pastime to pass the time of boredom, and even if Grindelwald wanted to teach it now, she didn't necessarily want to learn it.

"Alright then, now bring the food I gave you, and the blankets. Hurry out of my room. ”

Grindelwald snorted coldly, tilted his head angrily, and gave the order to evict the guest.

"You call this food?"

Tossing the potato that was roasted like briquettes with a little disgust, Elena was about to say something, when suddenly her eyes sharpened, and she saw that Grindelwald still seemed to be holding a potato in his hands.

"Hey, I'll give this back to you. Let's change the potatoes in our hands. ”

Elena threw the potato back into Grindelwald's knee, and before the old man could react, she reached out and grabbed Grindelwald's hands with lightning speed.

"Shhhh

At the moment when Elena's fingers touched Grindelwald's palm, Grindelwald, who had a relaxed expression, suddenly shook like an electric shock, gasped softly almost inaudibly, and quickly retracted his hand.

In the faint light, Elena seemed to faintly see some red bubbles on the inside of Grindelwald's palm, which looked as if it had just been burned.

Bang~

轱辘~轱辘~

With the old man's violent reaction, the potato that had been hidden in his hand fell from his hand, landed on the stone floor, and rolled to Elena's feet and stopped.

"...... this?"

"Get out of the way, you get me out!"

Elena glanced at the old man with a somewhat abnormal expression, turned sideways deftly, separated Grindelwald, who was about to pounce, leaned down and quickly picked up the potato on the ground, and took a few steps back.

Hard bangbang, Elena pinched it slightly, it was completely different from the black paste potato before.

On closer inspection, the surface of the potato was still slightly hot, as if it had just been removed from the fire, and there was a small fresh cut on it, as if it had been bitten by someone not long ago.

Looking inside from the fracture, except for some yellow on the outside, the inside is all white, faintly exuding an earthy smell and a fresh smell unique to plants.

"This potato is not edible, it is raw. Elena frowned, raised the potato in her hand and shook it at the old man in front of her, and said with a serious face.

Starch-rich foods such as potatoes should not be eaten raw, because the starch grains of raw potatoes are not easy to break, and it is difficult for the human body to digest. After rashly eating raw potatoes, it is easy to cause nausea, vomiting, diarrhea and other adverse reactions.

There are many ways to tell if a potato is cooked, but the simplest difference is that the inside of cooked potatoes is yellow, while raw potatoes are white.

Now, though, it's not just about raw potatoes. 、

"Mr. Gellert, could you please stretch out your hand. Elena said calmly.

"It's time for the little ones to go back and rest, don't disturb me...... Wait, what are you going to do!

Under Grindelwald's angry gaze, Elena casually threw the half-cooked potatoes in her hand on the table next to her, and walked quickly in front of Grindelwald.

With the strange power bonus brought by his own bloodline, he accurately grabbed the top of the old man's wrist and turned the palm of Grindelwald that was trying to hide upside down.

Really...... Elena's eyes froze.

She hadn't been mistaken before, only to see Grindelwald's thin, shriveled palms covered with horrific marks of burns and burns.

"What's the deal with the burns on your hands?"

The girl asked hurriedly, and a somewhat ridiculous conjecture faintly appeared in her mind - this guy, could it be that he rubbed two potatoes with magic like rubbing fireballs with his hands?

But no, isn't he able to cast spells without a wand......

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