"It's just a little burn. It's normal for wizards. Only pampered little guys like you would make a fuss."
A look of uneasiness flashed across Grindelwald's face, and he used his wrists to break free of Elena's hands.
"I just didn't expect..."
Elena picked up the roasted black potato and broke it open easily - as expected, the inside was completely cooked, and a unique aroma of food filled her nostrils.
Although it looked ugly, if she guessed correctly, this might have been the most successful roast of the first generation Dark Lord.
"Don't think too much, I just don't want you to come up crying and disturb my rest after playing with the food for a long time. And..."
Glancing at Elena who was about to speak, Grindelwald snorted with disgust.
"Don't show that annoying weak expression. I haven't fallen to the point where I need a little girl to sympathize with me. Okay, you can leave."
As he spoke, a faint white light shone from between the old man's slightly closed palms. Along with a faint wisp of smoke, the scalded blisters on Grindelwald's palms quickly dissipated visibly to the naked eye.
Faint light shone from the skylight above, and the narrow beam of light danced with fine dust. Elena could not see the expression on the old man's face clearly for a moment, but the stubbornness behind the proud tone could not be clearer.
"Hey, it tastes better than it looks. It's amazing. Even though it's burnt, it doesn't smell like charcoal."
Ignoring Grindelwald's expulsion order, Elena simply sat cross-legged on the floor, blew on the steaming potatoes in her hand, took a bite, and tilted her head at Grindelwald's helpless expression.
asked curiously.
"I just still don't understand, why don't you use magic spells? Even if you don't have a magic wand, with your strength, shouldn't it be very simple to light a fire with just a wandless spell?"
"Just a simple wandless spellcasting?! What do you think is wandless spellcasting? Is it just about releasing magic without using a wand?"
Grindelwald glanced at the white-haired dumpling that looked like a rodent munching on potatoes. Grindelwald raised his eyebrows in amusement, and couldn't help but have a hint of ridicule and disdain in his tone.
"Listen, wandless magic is completely opposite to the magic riots of you little brats who can't even control their own magic. This is a very advanced magic."
Magic is a wizard's instinct, a unique talent that can manifest itself at any time.
There is no doubt about this, it does not change whether a wizard has a wand in his hand or not. In fact, when a wizard is angry or excited, magic will manifest itself naturally.
As the wand maker Ollivander said in the original book: "As long as you are a wizard, you should be able to use almost any tool to show magic."
However, this kind of magic that relies on instinct is unsystematic and full of randomness. To be precise, it can only be called wandless magic - it can only get as close as possible to the result that the subjective consciousness wants to achieve, but it cannot be like a wand.
Control as accurately as casting a spell (although in fact, many wizards cannot even use a wand to accurately realize their ideas.)
If the difference in difficulty between humans performing sound magic and silent magic is equivalent to learning the alphabet from A to Z to reading "War and Peace" in its entirety, then wandless magic is a whole step more difficult than silent magic.
The existence of grades.
However, the reason why it is called difficult rather than impossible magic is because even in today's magic world, there are a few people who can skillfully cast spells without a wand...
"...For example, Albus Dumbledore, and me, Gellert Grindelwald." Grindelwald said calmly and calmly.
Looking helplessly at the textbook-standard tsundere first-generation Dark Lord, Elena tried hard to swallow the baked potatoes in her mouth and shrugged.
"Well, I have never denied your magical talent...but, after saying so much, I still can't explain why you burned your hands when you baked a potato."
When communicating with most eloquent people, you must clearly remember what the bullet points of all questions are, so that you will not be easily fooled by other topics.
As a king-level sophistry talent, Elena obviously would not be distracted by such a simple and obvious method as Grindelwald. The reason why she did not immediately interrupt the rebuttal was simply because she wanted to finish her potatoes and rice quietly.
Just listen to the story.
"Well……"
Grindelwald's calm and masterful expression froze for an instant, and a flash of embarrassment flashed across his face - that's why he hates children the most, especially the little clever guy in front of him who has a face thicker than a city wall.
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"Hiccup~~ If I remember correctly, the incantation of the Fire Curse should be [Incendio]..." Elena hiccupped slightly and recalled thoughtfully with her index finger on her lips.
"I don't need you to teach me, and you have simply pronounced it wrong. When pronouncing in, the sound should be light and fast." Grindelwald's eyes twitched, he frowned and corrected subconsciously. After a pause, the old man made no sound.
An angry sneer.
"Then, let's not talk about whether my spell can be released. Am I going to burn my only bed board as firewood just to roast a few potatoes?"
"What's more, casting spells without a wand is not casting spells without a medium. Most magic requires a medium to cast. If I cast the blazing fire directly with my fingers, my arms will have been burned before the potatoes are cooked.
It’s turned into coke.”
Having said this, as if he thought of something, Grindelwald paused for a second or two, glanced thoughtfully at Elena, who was listening to his lecture attentively, and continued meaningfully.
"Just like house elves and goblins can cast magic with just a snap of their fingers, the principle of wandless casting is actually just treating our body parts as a wand. However, unlike those magical creatures,
It is difficult for human wizards’ fragile bodies to directly withstand and perform some high-intensity magic.”
As he spoke, Grindelwald pointed at the potato in Elena's hand.
"You know, in the entire wizarding world today, even Albus Dumbledore, whom you admire, cannot be like me, who can use magic power to roast potatoes from the inside out with just one hand."
"..."
Elena looked at Grindelwald, who was as proud as an old child, quite speechlessly. Her lips moved but she said nothing.
Forget it, for the sake of the old man's rare happiness, she'd better not pour cold water on him.