Grindelwald shook his head, whispered, raised his palm, pointed it at Elena, and pushed it forward.
boom!
Without any resistance, as if she had been hit head-on by a strong man, Elena's petite body was directly knocked into the air by the powerful impact.
"I think you need to understand that I am not one of those mediocre people who become poor Muggles once I lose my wand."
Grindelwald curled his lips proudly and said lightly, "A real wizard, even without a wand, can easily defeat..."
Before Grindelwald could finish speaking, Elena, who was hit by the spell and flew into the air, swung her forearm, which was still holding on to the suitcase. With the help of the centripetal force in classical mechanics, the girl's body drew an arc in the air.
Return to Grindelwald.
Snapped!
A small-sized women's flat shoe stamped heavily on the proud face of the first generation Dark Lord, stamping out his subsequent words.
"Hey, you really can do it. You evil-minded maggot!"
Elena took a breath and rubbed her aching chest - luckily she held back in the end and didn't let go, otherwise she would have almost let this old guy fake it successfully.
"You!" Grindelwald, who still had shoe marks on his face, turned back angrily, the anger in his eyes almost burning into substance.
there has never been……
Over the years, no matter what kind of battles he has experienced or how many times he has been captured, no one has ever dared to kick him in the face. If there was some joking before, now Grindelwald's heart suddenly changed.
He was really angry.
"What are you! I hate people like you who rely on your old age the most."
Adhering to the principles of underground black boxing taught by Benitez’s father, all trash talk must be completed during the punching process.
Now that she had taken action, Elena naturally no longer thought too much about it. She quickly moved forward with a horse step and struck Grindelwald in the face with a straight punch without any tricks.
Facing the most powerful dark wizard in the history of the wizarding world, she will not take it lightly just because he looks like a wrinkled old man.
As for the courage and reason to take action, it is very simple - the postscript given in Dumbledore's message mentioned that "Grindelwald may not be able to defeat her", which shows that, in theory, she and Grindelwald should be five
Five open.
Looking at the oncoming fist, Grindelwald's eyes narrowed, and he quickly waved his right hand. The pillow on the hard bed flew up out of thin air and blocked Elena's fist, offsetting part of the force on the girl's fist. There was no direct impact.
Get punched.
"Do you really think you can hurt me with your little strength? I'm not one of those weak little guys in your school."
As a generation of demon kings who had experienced countless duels, even though he was old and frail, Grindelwald, who had been punched in the face, could not be defeated so easily by a ten-year-old girl.
Grindelwald shook his head slightly, raised his left hand like lightning, accurately grasped Elena's forearm that was buried in the pillow, clenched his left fist tightly, and punched the girl's soft belly without any mercy.
above.
"Don't underestimate people, you ignorant brat!"
Bang!
"Well."
A sharp pain spread from Elena's lower abdomen, and the girl couldn't help but groan in pain. Grindelwald's strength was obviously much greater than that of an ordinary old man of this size, but...it didn't seem to be the same.
It’s not intolerable!
Elena gritted her teeth, pulled open the pillow in front of Grindelwald's head with both hands, and without even thinking about it, she hit forward with a death headbutt.
boom!
"You, an old guy who only knows how to eat but doesn't know how to cook, have what right to stop me from bringing food."
As she spoke, Elena took the opportunity to forcefully pry Grindelwald's fingers off the suitcase, and stumbled to push the suitcase to leave the room.
"You little bastard, stop!"
Grindelwald, who was covering his head, waved his right hand hard, and the old wooden chair flew up and hit Elena's back squarely.
Elena, who was already a little unsteady on her feet, almost fell to the ground. As for the suitcase in her hand, it naturally disappeared and moved to the side of Grindelwald's bed again.
"It seems like there's no need to talk anymore, right? Bah, it looks like it's going to be a tough battle..."
Elena wiped the corner of her mouth, spat out a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood, moved her shoulders, looked serious, shrank her body to avoid another collision with the chair, and threw herself forward.
This time Grindelwald did not evade, but instead raised his fist and swung it towards Elena, not to be outdone.
The two wizards, one big and one small, were like boxers in the non-magical world, fighting with their fists and feet.
…
On the high tower of Nurmengard, two wizards with a huge age gap stared at each other like fighting cocks. After several rounds of fighting, both of them had become bruised and swollen, and the bruises on their bodies were even worse.
There are countless.
"Huh, ha, hu..."
Leaning against the cold wall, Gellert Grindelwald was breathing heavily like an old blower. He narrowed his slightly swollen left eye and looked at the white-haired dumpling not far away with vigilance.
.
Compared to Elena, who was still energetic, Grindelwald could clearly feel the exhaustion rising in his body. After all, time had left traces on his body that could not be cured by magic.
Without a wand, Grindelwald could not cast any exquisite spells at all. The wandless spells he was proud of were not as effective as expected in such a narrow space, because they often did not wait for him to speak.
, a small fist has already appeared in front of you.
Grindelwald was clearly aware that as time went by, his age and physical disadvantages were gradually increasing. It might only take a few more minutes for him to be beaten to death by the little girl in front of him.
Feeling the pain all over his body, Grindelwald bared his teeth. He finally began to understand what Dumbledore wanted to express in his message - this little witch named Elena was simply full of brute force.
little monster.
And it is impossible for a frail old man who is trapped in a high tower to defeat a lively little monster.
"Stop! You win! The food is all yours!"
Seeing that Elena seemed to be well rested, adjusting her breathing and steps to prepare to pounce again, Grindelwald simply sat down on the gray suitcase that had returned to him temporarily, spread his hands to show that he was giving up resistance, and shouted loudly
.
A gust of wind grazed the old man's cheek, and a slightly red and swollen fist stopped next to Grindelwald's head.
"But they must be placed here with me..."
"Huh?" Elena made a nasal sound.
"Don't do anything yet. I'll help you treat your wounds, and you just listen to me."
Before Elena could make a move, Grindelwald raised his hands, smiled friendly, and gently wrapped Elena's little fist.
A hazy white light emitted from his palm, quickly treating the girl's wounds, and Grindelwald said patiently in a coaxing tone that he had never seen before.
"Look, I won't leave this room anyway. This is my promise to Albus. Besides, there are no usable kitchens in the castle. At least I can use magic to cook these foods for you...
"
Damn Albus Dumbledore!
When talking about Dumbledore, Grindelwald couldn't help but grit his teeth with hatred.
He finally understood another thing, why Dumbledore would not hesitate to keep this white-haired dumpling in his castle, even if he had to lie to others to escape.
There is no doubt that if it were him, he would try his best to throw this problem child as far away as possible.
"We have to join forces. I have decided to teach you magic myself. I can't let that... well, how did you say it... by the way, spicy old carrot, I must not let him have an easy time."
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