Forty-six years ago, Gellert Grindelwald at his peak lost a one-on-one duel with Dumbledore. Subsequently, Grindelwald was convicted and voluntarily imprisoned in the highest tower of Nurmengard Castle.
in the cell.
From then on, Grindelwald never left the castle and appeared in the public eye. All the legends about Gellert Grindelwald, as well as all his armies, believers, and wealth, also followed him.
His self-imprisonment disappeared almost overnight.
According to the plot in the original book, Grindelwald will spend the rest of his time here until he is killed by Voldemort who comes to ask for the whereabouts of the Elder Wand - if no accident occurs.
After all, judging from the current situation, whether poor Tom Riddle can be successfully resurrected as scheduled depends entirely on the thoughts of the beautiful, smart and kind-hearted Miss Elena.
"But then again, after so many years of practicing in seclusion, the first-generation Dark Lord finally mastered the magic of hand-grinding baked potatoes. Emmmmm..."
While Elena continued to concentrate on the baked potatoes in her hands, her attention had long since flown from Grindelwald's words to the sky, and she was thinking aimlessly.
“I don’t know if Grindelwald’s current style of painting was seen by his followers back then, would they shamelessly continue to shout 666, or would his ideals and beliefs completely collapse?”
If you think about it carefully, Grindelwald's superb wandless spellcasting ability and slight talkative appearance are not incomprehensible.
After decades of self-isolation, in this place where entertainment and social interaction were scarce, Gellert Grindelwald, the lonely old man, besides eating and sleeping, the only way to entertain himself seemed to be to figure out how to cast spells without a wand.
Even if this old man can be given enough time and energy to further develop this magical magic, it is not impossible to eventually develop a rasengan or a big fireball...
"Are you surprised? This is the unique power of magic. The magical Muggles you talk about will never be able to achieve it."
"Hmm, I think big fireball is better...huh?"
Elena, who was in a fugue state, replied absentmindedly. Just halfway through her words, the girl suddenly froze and came back to her senses with a slight embarrassment.
Raising her head and tentatively glancing at the astonished old man, Elena secretly stuck out her tongue, eating someone else's baked potatoes, and was caught distracted, even though she was a little embarrassed.
At this time, it was time to activate her bloodline skills... Apart from Dumbledore, she had not met another person who could remain indifferent to Luoli who was deliberately trying to be cute.
"Hey, hey... the potatoes are beautiful! Delicious! Your craftsmanship is so good——"
Elena blinked, a smile quickly appeared on her face, she pointed at the dark baked potato in her hand, tilted her head cutely, trying to pass the test in a cute way.
However, Grindelwald's face quickly turned cold after he reacted.
"I'm tired, take your food and go out."
Realizing that he had been talking to himself, Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, raised his hand, and pointed to the door, his tone calm and indifferent.
"Well, the potatoes must be ripe before..." Elena continued to try.
"go out."
Grindelwald repeated it expressionlessly. The old man seemed to have suddenly changed into a different person. He was so cold and inhumane, and the sudden disgust in his eyes could not be more obvious.
"oh……"
After taking a look at Grindelwald, who had a sullen expression on his face, Elena said obediently and shut her mouth. But that was fine, because she was worried that she could never find a reason to run away.
Elena thought for a moment, stuffed the half-cooked potato into her arms, then quickly ran to the "magic cold storage" left by Dumbledore, and took some of each ingredient from it - she
I've already thought about how to repay that baked potato.
"Wait a minute, get the blanket too."
Seeing Elena about to leave the room, Grindelwald, who was sitting on the bed, couldn't help but move his fingers. The thin blanket pushed beside the bed seemed to be pulled by an invisible thread and draped straight over Eileen.
When I glanced at Na, it was like a cute little monster suddenly appeared in the room.
Eh?!
By the way, I almost forgot.
Elena rolled her eyes and suddenly stopped at the door. Then she quickly turned around and ran up to Grindelwald. She took out a handful of candies from her pocket and poured them on Grindelwald.
In Devo's arms.
"These are for you. I've tasted them very sweet, and they don't have any weird taste."
"What are you doing? Take it away quickly!"
Grindelwald frowned coldly, and before he could raise his hand and throw it back, Elena had already run out of his room.
"Don't worry, I'll be back soon."
The clear voice of the girl and the sound of brisk footsteps came from the spiraling stone staircase corridor of the tower, which made Grindelwald frown a little more.
"Hogwarts meal candies... huh, childish."
Lowering his head and looking at the colorful candies in his arms, Grindelwald had a look of disgust on his face. If his guess was correct, this was probably Elena sneaking out of the Hogwarts restaurant during breakfast.
Caught it?
The old man raised his hand and was about to throw them all out of the room. When his hand was halfway up, he suddenly paused unconsciously.
"What if the little half-breed Veela regrets it later and wants to come up and ask for candy? It will be a troublesome thing if there is no more candy."
Grindelwald muttered something like this in a low voice, flipped his wrist, carefully gathered together the pile of candies on his knees, and put them into a small storage box under his bed.
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On the other side, Elena, who had returned to the "Hogwarts-themed" luxury suite, was already standing in front of the workbench in the open kitchen.
Potatoes, bacon slices, dry bread, and cabbage have all been cleaned and placed neatly on the workbench.
Standing above the fireplace flame, the water in the potions class's designated cauldron, which Elena temporarily used as a soup vessel, began to gurgling.
Elena took off her wizard robe, rolled up her sleeves, tied the thin blanket given by Grindelwald as an apron, and gently traced her fingers along the spine of the cold Zwilling sword.
Ever since the house elf took over the orphanage's daily meals last month, she hasn't cooked a serious dish for a long time.
Whether it is grilled mutated fish with sweet spices or honey-scented Hogwarts lichen, they are not actually dishes that are truly cooked with care. They are actually more playful in nature to kill boredom.
Elena felt that it was time for her to do something to stabilize her somewhat resurgent cooking skills. The first step to test whether her cooking skills had deteriorated was to use the simplest ingredients to conquer the arrogant first-generation Dark Lord.
As for the monotony of the ingredients? That’s not a problem at all.
You must know that in the mysterious oriental country in her previous life, what people were best at was not just the selection of strange ingredients, but more importantly, how to use the simplest ingredients to make the richest and most exquisite dishes.
Not to mention the rich combination of ingredients now, even if it is just a lump of dry flour, Elena can turn it into dozens of different dishes.
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Gu~ I've been feeling a little dizzy these past few days.
There is no text, and the plot is detailed, but the energy is not enough.
Zhang said that I won’t ask for monthly tickets for the time being~ Gu, I will work hard to add more in the future.