"...Yes, yes, you guessed it right. You are really amazing."
Elena glanced at Gellert Grindelwald, who was immersed in impeccable reasoning, and every wrinkle on his face seemed to be written with pride, sighed silently, and wisely did not continue to argue.
Obviously, unless she could immediately bring up a pile of bedding from the room downstairs and photograph it in front of Grindelwald, even if she took out a photo, Grindelwald would probably be able to tell that it was photoshopped by her using magic.
"Let's not discuss where I live. You should know the purpose of my coming here. Let me see what delicious food there is..."
Elena glanced at Grindelwald warily, walked carefully to the end of the old man's bed, pulled out the gray suitcase left by Dumbledore, opened it, and took a look inside, her face suddenly froze.
The space inside the suitcase is much larger than it looks from the outside. As soon as I opened it, I felt a faint chill rushing to my face, just like the feeling I felt when opening the refrigerator in my previous life.
There is no doubt that Dumbledore at least added space magic such as the Eternal Expansion Spell to this box, as well as some magic that Elena can't name yet, and transformed it into a "magic version of the cold storage."
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However, compared to the magic spell cast on the suitcase, the items stored inside were so pitiful that they could no longer be simply described as shabby.
The first thing that comes into view is a large pile of potatoes, potatoes, potatoes, and yam eggs of different sizes, followed by cabbage, cabbage, and kale. The rest is a small pile of familiar-looking bacon and dry bread.
, as well as five or six large wooden barrels with the Hogwarts school emblem printed on them and filled with fresh water.
The corner of Elena's mouth twitched, and she retracted her previous generous evaluation of Dumbledore. The spicy old carrot was still the familiar stingy and vengeful old wizard.
Obviously, Dumbledore packed her an exact copy of the ingredients she had left after ransacking the Hogwarts school kitchen yesterday.
Forget it, don't be angry...
Be gentle, be calm...
She wants to be a polite little lady...
(\\#￣Д￣)\\——!!! Bang!
Elena expressionlessly closed the lid of the suitcase with force, making an ear-splitting noise. For the sake of the luxurious bedroom downstairs, let's leave it at that this time.
"Is that really all there is?"
Elena turned her head reluctantly and looked at Grindelwald who was sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked back and forth at the old man, as if she wanted to see if he had secretly hidden the food.
"There are some basic potion materials and equipment in the corner of the box. It seems that Albus means that he wants me to teach you some potion knowledge when I have time. Other than that, this is the only thing you see."
Grindelwald shrugged. For him, as long as he had something to eat, it would be fine.
Glancing at Elena, who was sitting in a daze beside the box, the old man thought for a moment and threw a potato with a dark roasted skin and a piece of dry bread to Elena.
"Here, I've given this to you, take it and eat it while it's hot."
Grindelwald said to Elena, as if this was a great reward and honor, "I don't expect you to say anything nice, I just hope you don't burn my castle black just to bake a potato -
Of course, the premise is that you at least know how to make a few pitiful little sparks pop out of your wand."
As he spoke, Grindelwald grinned, revealing only a few teeth. He smiled maliciously, and said pointedly, "If I remember correctly, except for [fluorescence], you will temporarily have
You haven’t had time to master other spells yet, right?”
"Don't worry, grandpa. The professor at school will teach you in a few days, so you don't have to worry about magic." Elena raised her eyebrows with a disapproving look on her face.
Anyway, there is a fireplace in the room below, so there is no need to worry about the source of the fire.
During this five-day free vacation, magic was just a pastime to pass the boring time. Even if Grindelwald wanted to teach it now, she might not want to learn it yet.
"Okay, now take the food and blanket I gave you. Get out of my room quickly."
Grindelwald snorted coldly, tilted his head angrily, and issued an order to expel the guest.
"You call this food?"
Throwing away the potato that was roasted like briquettes with a bit of disgust, Elena was about to say something, when suddenly her eyes sharpened and she saw that Grindelwald seemed to be holding a potato that was not black in his hands.
"Hey, I'll give you this. Why don't we change the potatoes in our hands?"
Elena threw the potato in her hand back onto Grindelwald's lap. Before the old man could react, she stretched out her hand to grab Grindelwald's hands like lightning.
"hiss--"
The moment Elena's fingers touched Grindelwald's palm, Grindelwald, who had a relaxed expression, suddenly trembled as if he was electrocuted. He gasped softly and almost inaudibly, and quickly retracted his hand.
Gone.
In the faint light, Elena seemed to vaguely see some red blisters on the inside of Grindelwald's palm, which looked like they had been freshly burned.
Pa da~
诱辘~豱辘~
Following the old man's violent reaction, the potato originally hidden in his hand fell from his hand and fell on the stone floor, rolling to a stop at Elena's feet.
"This is……?"
"Get out of the way, get out of here!"
Elena glanced at the old man with an unusual expression in a strange way, deftly turned sideways, separated Grindelwald who was about to pounce, leaned down and quickly picked up the potato on the ground, and stepped back a few steps.
step.
It was hard, Elena squeezed it a little, and it was completely different from the dark and mushy potato before.
Observe carefully, the surface of this potato is still slightly hot, as if it had just been taken off the fire. There is a fresh small break on it, as if it had just been bitten not long ago.
Looking inside from the fracture, except for the outer layer which is slightly yellow, the inside is completely white, with a faint earthy smell and the fresh smell unique to plants.
"This potato is inedible, it's raw inside." Elena frowned, raised the potato in her hand and shook it towards the old man in front of her, and said seriously with a serious face.
Foods rich in starch such as potatoes cannot be eaten raw because the starch granules of raw potatoes are not easy to break and are difficult for the human body to digest. Eating raw potatoes hastily can easily cause nausea, vomiting, diarrhea and other adverse reactions.
There are many ways to identify whether potatoes are cooked. The simplest difference is that the color inside of cooked potatoes is yellow, while raw potatoes are white.
However, the key to the problem now is not just the question of whether the potatoes are raw or cooked.
"Mr. Gellert, could you please stretch out your hand?" Elena said calmly.
"Child, it's time to go back and rest, don't disturb me... wait, what are you going to do! Hey, hey, let go!"
Under Grindelwald's shocked and angry gaze, Elena casually threw the half-cooked potatoes in her hand on the table and walked quickly to Grindelwald.
Relying on the strange strength bonus brought by his own bloodline, he accurately grabbed the upper part of the old man's wrist and turned Grindelwald's palm up that he was trying to hide.
Sure enough... Elena's eyes narrowed.
She was not mistaken before, she saw that Grindelwald's thin and shriveled palms were covered with horrific marks of burns.
"What's the matter with the burn on your hand?"
The girl asked hurriedly, with a somewhat absurd guess vaguely emerging in her mind - could this guy use his magic power to "rubb" two cooked potatoes just like rubbing fireballs with his hands?
But, that shouldn't be the case, doesn't he know how to cast spells without a wand...
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