Hogwarts is not as safe as the world thinks.

Elena has always been clear about this.

Whether it's the eight-eyed giant spiders living in the Forbidden Forest, the basilisk sleeping in the depths of the secret room, the three-headed dog guarding the forbidden corridor, the devil's web vine growing in the shadows, the phoenix hovering in the headmaster's office, the enslaved elves gathered on the first floor of the castle, and the omnipresent spirits of the dead......

Or the sword in the hat that can fall every year when you are in the Sorting House, the Horcrux crown hidden in the Room of Requirement, the unpredictable and frenzied activation staircase, the ancient armor that creaks at midnight, or the gargoyle that sneaks in as you pass by......

Not to mention, if everything continues according to the original book, starting this year, every year there will be Death Eaters and Noseless Monsters trying to infiltrate the castle, and there will also be Dementors who feed on people's souls and pleasures, kind and gentle werewolf professors, big black dogs that symbolize death and ominousness, and big pink toads that spit fragrant mouths......

Compared to Newmengard Castle, which everyone in the European wizarding world talks about, in Elena's eyes, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is actually more like a legendary demonic castle full of dangers.

As a weak, pitiful, helpless, but very good little witch, she always felt like she was back in her own territory, and everything gave her a warmth and comfort like home.

“...... Professor Dumbledore was only a slightly older Headmaster, he didn't understand the charm of Hogwarts at all, and his understanding of the school was still too superficial and one-sided. ”

Elena tapped the black lump of dirt on the kitchen fire with a fire fork while chatting casually with the "grandfather" next to her.

"Unfortunately, though, the vast majority of wizards prefer to trust what authority instills and shows them to them rather than thinking and figuring out on their own. So when you receive Mr. Lovegood tomorrow, you must appear as Professor Dumbledore—I think you should be bothered by his dress, demeanor, and language habits, right?"

"Hmph, Albus is no secret to me. ”

Grindelwald crouched beside Elena without a figure, and said proudly with a soft nasal voice.

"Rest assured, not to mention the faculty of the castle or visitors from outside, not even his brother Aberforth Dumbledore will not be able to see through my disguise—the only thing that could go wrong is a mistake in your plan. ”

Due to some special reasons, Grindelwald has not yet received his first official salary, so he still shares a closet with Dumbledore for the time being, and lives in a small bedroom on the second floor of the headmaster's office at night.

After more than a week of getting along day and night, coupled with all these years of understanding, if he could not take the shape of Dumbledore, Grindelwald could not be regarded as the first Dark Lord who had disrupted the entire wizarding world.

You know, one of the things that Gellert Grindelwald is most proud of is that he impersonated Percival Gravevis, served as the head of magical security and the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement for a long time, and turned the entire Magical Congress of America around - if it weren't for some pesky freckled wizard, he would have even been able to get away with it.

"Well, the Polyjuice Potion should have been boiled, right? Tomorrow, as soon as Professor Dumbledore begins to receive the officials of the Ministry of Magic, we'll go to meet Lovegood's family. As for the two Defence Against the Dark Arts classes during the day tomorrow, I'm going to skip classes on sick leave, so don't forget to open a leave slip for me later. ”

Elena nodded and said absentmindedly, her eyes continuing to stare at the "flower chicken" surrounded by flames.

Elena is naturally very confident in Grindelwald's ability, and in order to avoid revealing her stuff in her daily life, the potion materials she stole from Professor Snape's office before were also directly handed over to the old demon king for safekeeping.

After all, although she is a good cooker, she still needs to rely on the help of the elders when it comes to potion brewing.

"Polyjuice decoction? Of course not. ”

Grindelwald shrugged his shoulders and pursed his lips with disdain, "Why do you need something that is so unpalatable and time-consuming? It seems that you haven't studied enough in Transfiguration class...... Miss Kaslana. ”

Before Elena's questioning voice could be heard, a gentle and familiar voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

This is?!

Elena's eyes widened and she turned her head to look to her side in disbelief.

"You, this, this ......"

I saw that an "Albus Dumbledore" had appeared beside her.

Both in demeanor and voice, it was exactly the same as that of the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry - if it weren't for the old man's current posture, which still maintained the same crouching position as her, she would have almost thought that the whole thing was a goof.

"Human Transfiguration, this is much more effective than a compound decoction. ”

"Albus Dumbledore" smiled slightly, his blue eyes flashed with a cynical and cunning look that belonged to Grindelwald, raised his right hand and flipped it up and down in front of his eyes, and continued.

"As far as I know, Albus doesn't have a habit of carrying a drink with him, and if he uses a polyjuice decoction, it will be easy to reveal the filling if he accidentally drags on too long. Transfiguration doesn't have that problem, unless someone casts a Transfiguration Charm - of course, even if someone had the guts, they would have to have a chance to hit me. ”

Not to mention that Potions wasn't Grindelwald's forte.

Even if Grindelwald was very proficient at brewing a decoction, and there was a simpler and more straightforward way in front of him, he would not be reluctant to go far. Let alone...... If he remembered correctly, Albus Dumbledore's taste wasn't disgusting, but it wasn't anything but delicious.

"Okay, okay, anyway, if you can handle it, I don't have any opinion. But ......"

Elena raised her eyebrows, looked at "Albus Dumbledore" squatting beside her, and the corners of her eyes twitched unconsciously, "...... Can you change back first, or I always feel like I'm admitting my mistakes. ”

I have to say that although I have always known that the wizarding world has this phenomenon of great transformation, but the first time I saw it with my own eyes, the visual impact on Elena was still quite large - even if she knew that it was Grindelwald's transformation, she would still have an uncomfortable feeling, after all, this old radish spanking people's butts was super painful.

Especially, tomorrow she has to do something a little out of the ordinary.

The only thing that made her feel a little more at ease was that the rules of Hogwarts did not explicitly stipulate that the staff in the school could not become the headmaster of the school, and strictly speaking, she was just skipping a class at best.

Crackling.

At this moment, there was a slight explosion of firewood from the stove in front of him.

Elena retracted her thoughts, and tapped the fire fork in her hand on the hard mud in the center, revealing a satisfied look - the Scottish characteristic called flower (not round face) fat chicken is finally ripe.

From ancient times to the present, whether it is the East or the West, whenever you feel a little panicked and ready to do something earth-shattering, eating something in advance to suppress the shock is definitely the first choice for most people.

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Well, starting next month, Fat Chicken will work hard to update!

I'm going to explode! I don't want to be despised!