By the time Grindelwald opened his eyes again, it was completely dark outside the castle.

The clear night sky is full of stars, and the moonlight like a thin veil is silently shrouded in a corner of the living room, which looks a little indescribably beautiful and dreamy.

Grindelwald sat up slowly, tried to move his left arm slightly, except for a slight pain, there was no such crushing pain as the tsunami, and the clothes on his upper body had been put back on, and everything that had happened before was like a dream.

And under him, there was a clean bedding made in order, as Elena said, it was indeed extraordinarily warm and soft, so that he almost had a hint of the thought of lying down again after sleeping on the hardwood bed for more than forty years.

It was clear that the little witch named Elena Kaslana had succeeded in mastering the ancient rune script that he had previously taught.

However, as an old man who has experienced the wizarding war, Grindelwald knows very well how badly he was injured before, and to be able to recover to this level, the magic and energy that Elena needs to spend should have exceeded her limit.

"That kid, what a ......"

Grindelwald shook his head, unable to find the right words to describe it, and the look on his face was rather complicated.

Looking around, this time he woke up, he didn't see Elena, the room was extraordinarily quiet, except for the occasional soft tongue of fire in the fireplace, there was no other sound.

On the mahogany coffee table not far from Grindelwald, there was a thin piece of parchment, and the old wizard curiously beckoned it to his hand and looked at it, not surprisingly, it was a message written by Elena to him-

[Dinner is ready, boiled potatoes dipped in salt and cabbage salted broth, are covered in the pot on the kitchen stove, if you feel a little cold, you can put it on the fireplace to heat it up.] For the sake of saving my life and not killing, please be sure not to disturb my sleep, ★ ฅ(ơ₃ơ)ฅrua!】

Saving grace and ...... The grace of not killing?!

Glancing at the graffiti patterns on the parchment, the corners of Grindelwald's eyes couldn't help twitching, and he couldn't help but think of the little Lori who had learned the roar of the little monster before, and his left shoulder faintly began to ache again.

The old man subconsciously turned his head to look at the closed wooden door of the master bedroom, and took a deep breath - forget it, he is not as knowledgeable as a little girl.

However, a new direction for the interpretation of ancient magic texts, and a never-before-seen strengthening spell on the weak flesh of wizards - is this one of the reasons why ancient wizards were so powerful?

Grindelwald shook his head, putting the confusion down for now, he still had plenty of time to study the problem slowly, and put down the parchment in his hand, and Grindelwald walked to the workbench in the open kitchen.

Looking at the humble dinner that Elena had prepared for him before going to bed, as well as the neatly packed "weeds" and "vines" on the side, the original Dark Lord tapped his fingers thoughtfully on the countertop, and he suddenly understood why Dumbledore valued this little witch named Elena Caslana so much.

"Albus, you've got a problem for me. What should I teach tomorrow......"

Even the most rigorous and ancient ancient Gouversak, and the most gentle healing spell in his opinion, could have such a serious accident, and Grindelwald really didn't know that there was still knowledge about spells that was safe.

However, after the room was blown up, he had to seriously start thinking about teaching, otherwise with Elena's wanton play, and with Grindelwald's physical condition, he couldn't stand such a toss from a girl. A few more times like today's situation might not be able to wait for Dumbledore to take Elena back to Hogwarts, and he would have to be buried outside Newmengard Castle first.

According to Elena's previous statement, it seems that this little girl is as fond of magical beasts as Newt Scamander, although Grindelwald has always been very resistant to this knowledge, but for now, it may be necessary to think of a way from this aspect.

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, peeled off the skin of the potato, dipped the salt grains in the dish on the side and stuffed it into his mouth, felt the taste of starch and coarse salt melt in his mouth, and sighed in distress, "I knew that this kid was so terrible after learning magic, he shouldn't have said so many rejection and useless words to Albus in the first place, and directly suggested that Albus send this little guy directly to Newt Scamander." ”

But fortunately, even if you are not a senior researcher in magical beasts, with some basic knowledge, you should be able to deal with that difficult little girl - after all, no matter how evil she is, she is just a child after all, and there is no way to have any problems with pure book knowledge.

Thinking of this, Grindelwald's heart settled down a little, and he took a sip of the still warm cabbage salted broth.

I have to say that since he put forward his opinion, Elena has really put a little more thought into the handling of ingredients, at least this time there is no earthy taste in the soup.

Not only that, but as one of the most common main soups in European civilian households, Elena's cabbage and bacon soup is slightly different from what it looks like normal.

About half or so of the cabbage was cut into neat filaments and cooked together with the same strips of bacon that were also shredded to give it an appetizing appearance, and if Grindelwald was not mistaken, the girl should have added a little pepper to enhance the taste, so that it tasted warm.

"Huh, this soup, strange ......"

Grindelwald frowned, looked carefully at the ordinary cabbage broth in his hand, I don't know why, he always felt that this bowl of soup was exceptionally delicious, and after drinking a full bowl, the pain on his body couldn't help but be reduced a little.

However, in any case, there were only a few items in the ingredient box that Dumbledore left for the two of them, and most of the spices in the kitchen were just some common condiments, and in such a desolate castle of Newmengard, Elena could not find any other strange ingredients except for some wild grasses and vines that could be found everywhere.

“...... Forget it, it's better to think about the lessons after that. ”

Grindelwald shook his head in confusion, and couldn't help but fill another big bowl of cabbage soup, since he couldn't figure it out, he didn't need to delve into it, this kind of boring question about whether the food was delicious or not didn't seem to matter to him, maybe only Muggle-born children and house-elves would seriously consider it, right?

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