There is already a chill in the air in Nurmengard in September.
In the highest tower of the castle, two deceived persons, one old and one young, were staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes.
With Dumbledore's sudden departure and the text message floating into the room, almost all the truth had been revealed.
There is no doubt that the greatest white wizard in the world once again used his wisdom to successfully defeat the evil Dark Lord, and the background panels in this short story also calmly accepted this ending...
——That’s weird!(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻!X2
Trying to suppress the urge to curse, Elena turned her head to look at Grindelwald, who was also ashen-faced. Suddenly, a feeling of sympathy arose, which made the girl feel a little better - at least it seemed, more than just
She was deceived alone.
"Before we jointly denounce Professor Dumbledore, I have a few little confusions. I think we may need to answer each other's questions." Elena narrowed her eyes, with a chill in her tone, and said calmly, "Deng
Professor Bullido told me that your long-term imprisonment experience has made you particularly lonely, and you urgently need to find someone to talk to about your old past. A poor autistic empty-nester who needs care?"
"Shit!" After hearing Elena's words, Grindelwald's face twisted and he snorted coldly.
"If it weren't for the fact that you, a little girl, are my admirers and have tried every means to attract my attention, I wouldn't bother to pay attention to a rookie wizard like you who doesn't even know the simplest transformation technique.
I would rather die of old age in peace than play in the mud with a nasty little girl like you."
"Admirer? I will not worship a [Dark Lord] who was captured by a little curled-winged demon. Grandpa, your memory may have declined to the point that you forgot the ending when describing your past experiences, right?"
Elena curled her lips in a funny way, and without hesitation directly exposed the part of the story that Grindelwald had intentionally or unintentionally concealed during the show-off process.
"Humph, it seems that the historical information Albus has prepared for you is really sufficient and detailed?"
Grindelwald's eyes flashed. Regarding how he was captured by Newt Scamander, the MACUSA's unified statement so far is that it gathered the power of many Aurors to subdue the Dark Lord Grindelwald——
As a little girl who is less than ten years old, she can know these secrets, and she doesn’t need to think about who knows it from her mouth.
Whether it was Elena or Grindelwald, the two of them only exchanged a few lines from Dumbledore's conversation alone, and they easily restored Dumbledore's deception method in its entirety.
"Yeah, if there is no truth in the lie, how could that spicy old carrot possibly deceive me?" Elena, who had figured out the whole thing, grinded her teeth, and her two cute and sharp little tiger teeth clicked together.
Flash past.
Grindelwald crumpled the thin blanket in his hand into a ball and threw it aside, letting out a series of dangerous sneers, "It doesn't matter, he will come again in five days anyway. I know him very well."
"Of course, don't expect me to teach you magic." The old man added after glancing at the white-haired dumpling in front of him.
"Hmph, even if you beg to be taught, I won't learn it. Do you think my character is the kind of person who will let himself be manipulated? Wait, I will let him know what the price is when I go back to school."
Elena said bitterly after being severely teased by Dumbledore - to throw such a weak, helpless, cute first-year student together with an extremely dangerous dark wizard, this spicy old carrot is simply too big
bad.
But now there is a problem...
Elena picked up the letter that fell on the ground, frowned and glanced at Grindelwald, "I noticed that this letter mentioned a deaf-mute old man who delivered meals..."
"That's just a Muggle that the European Ministry of Magic found from somewhere. It is said that he was once the bell ringer in a certain church. He is an old, ugly, deaf and dumb old stubborn who extremely rejects all things about magic."
As he spoke, Grindelwald snorted, with a clear look of disgust on his face, "His daily job is to turn the food given by [God] into garbage that is worse than pig food, and then put it at my door.
That’s all. Other than that, I stayed in my room in the castle in a daze and never left the castle at all.”
"Then, unfortunately, there is no more pig food."
Elena continued unceremoniously, continuing to think about what she had not said just now - on the way here, Dumbledore once accidentally mentioned that the magic protection around Nurmengard Castle is from the inside.
External.
Theoretically, there is no strong defense system to prevent people from walking out.
Since there is a deaf-mute old man who is responsible for delivering meals to Grindelwald, whether it is purchasing ingredients or replenishing daily necessities, she needs a stable source and a channel that she can use.
She had no interest in quarreling with an old man who was almost a hundred years older than her in this cold castle.
Thinking of the worst-case scenario, if Dumbledore fails to come after five days, she must seriously consider escaping from prison. She cannot stay here forever.
"What, you want to run away? Maybe other wizards can do it, but you just give up."
Grindelwald glanced at Elena and instantly understood the girl's thoughts. He proudly circled his thin arms around him, grinning and mocking, "Just like Hogwarts, Nurmengard is a
The castle was built entirely using magic. From the very beginning of its construction, there were no roads left for Muggles and those with low magic powers to arrive."
"There is only one way to come and leave Nurmengard - magic! Real magic can only be mastered by adult wizards. It is not a pitiful little magic trick that your three-legged cat skills can't be counted on."
Magic? Does it actually mean short-distance travel magic?
Maybe not necessarily. The convenience of magic has always made wizards unconsciously ignore the power of human beings. At least in Elena's impression, hiking through uninhabited snow-capped mountains is not a problem in the non-magic world.
Considered rare.
Shrugging her shoulders, based on the principle of caring for the elderly, Elena was sensible and did not have any more arguments with Grindelwald.
Since winning the debate last month, [Elena VS Grindelwald]'s 100% winning rate is enough. Based on this, she can guarantee that she will have the last laugh in every quarrel.
But... Elena thought back to the deserted snow-capped mountains she saw when she came to the castle before, and frowned with a headache.
Without high-tech equipment and a strong body, even if she is hiking across snow-capped mountains, she has to master some basic life magic. Thinking about it this way, maybe she still needs to learn multiple magics and concentrate on mastering a difficult one.
The excursions between magic make a character.
But no matter which one it is, at least within a short period of time, she will not be able to escape from this place.
"Okay, where's the food mentioned in Professor Dumbledore's letter?"
Elena looked curiously at the narrow room where Grindelwald was.
After learning the reality of being temporarily trapped in Nurmengard Castle, her attention quickly turned to the most important remaining part - the "ingredients" that Dumbledore mentioned in the letter.
"Here, in that corner." Grindelwald, feeling like he had won a great victory, nodded his chin towards the end of the bed.
Following Grindelwald's gaze, Elena noticed that there was a not too big gray suitcase placed at the end of Grindelwald's bed, which looked particularly inconspicuous in the dim light.
"Oh, thank you."
Elena raised her eyebrows, stood up, and tried to pull the suitcase. The suitcase was so light that she could hardly feel the weight. If Dumbledore hadn't lied, then there was probably some magic in it.
Nodding with satisfaction, Elena pulled up the suitcase as if no one else was around, turned around and walked out the door - huh? She didn't pull it this time, and the originally light suitcase stayed in place as if it had taken root.
"What do you want to do, little girl?"
I saw Grindelwald stretching out his hand and pressing it on the other end of the gray suitcase, his tone unconsciously filled with anger. He had never seen such an arrogant little guy before, and he actually dared to think of something in front of him.
Food hauled away.
"Let go."
Elena turned her head and glanced at the skinny old hand pressing on the "ingredient box", frowned slightly, and said calmly.
A completely different kind of indifference and calmness than before.
"Watch your attitude, little girl. Who do you think you are talking to?"
Grindelwald snorted coldly, and a trace of displeasure flashed across his face. This tone of voice was always used by him when speaking to others. When did it become the turn of a ten-year-old girl to speak to him?
"Listen, little one. Everything here is mine, whether it's the castle, the knowledge, or the food. You can only get these things with my consent. Now, take your hands off my food.
, do you understand?"
"open."
Elena raised her head and took a deep look at the old man's wrinkled face. She tilted her head sweetly, but her eyes were full of coldness, "I'll say it again, don't blame me for not warning you in advance."
Following the girl's voice, Grindelwald noticed that a dazzling white mark gradually lit up on the back of Elena's left hand. As a witness to this unbreakable oath, he understood the meaning behind it.
"Oh, you actually want to do something?! A little guy who can only do the Lighting Curse?"
The first-generation Dark Lord couldn't help but laugh out of anger, nodding his head repeatedly, squeezing out each word through his teeth.
"Okay, very good... It seems that I need to help Albus Dumbledore teach his students how to respect their elders and forerunners."