Elena slammed the table angrily and stood up, angrily interrupting Grindelwald's next words.
For the fruits of her hard work, even if she didn't have a nice word to say, she actually went to great lengths to order the dishes. Do you really think she was a waiter? What's more, the dishes she didn't know how to cook!
Roasted pork knuckle? Noodles with meat sauce? Red stewed beef? She also wants to eat the fat but not greasy Dongpo pork!
But being trapped in this sparsely populated Austrian snow mountain community, being able to catch a fat Scottish round-faced chicken to eat is the most luxurious and top-notch enjoyment!
So there is indeed a reason why this dumb old guy became the Dark Lord - if it weren't for his superb magical power, he would have been pinned to the ground and beaten to death, right??
Elena decided that the first-generation Dark Lord's next meal would be lowered to boiled cabbage, boiled potatoes, and a dish of coarse salt. Wasn't he always complaining about the lack of dipping sauce?
By then Grindelwald will understand, who has the final say in Nurmengard Castle now?!
Before Elena's anger could be fully vented, Grindelwald raised the corners of his mouth slightly and quickly changed the topic, "Compared to these less than outstanding dishes, your potential and talent in magic are simply terrifyingly high.
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"Huh? Really, how tall."
Elena, who was praised inexplicably, was stunned and couldn't help but asked curiously.
I have to say that compared to being recognized for your cooking skills, being praised by the top wizards in the entire magical world is another extremely powerful vanity.
This is just like in the original work, no matter whether the professors of various subjects at Hogwarts praise or belittle Harry Potter, they are not as powerful as Albus Dumbledore's positive words.
"Very high, at least it has surpassed Albus and I's performance back then."
The tiny spots of light that were flying around the room like fireflies flashed across Grindelwald's eyes, his face straightened slightly, he thought about it and said seriously.
At an age when most young wizards are still memorizing spells step by step, Elena has already begun to try to change the form and cast of spells, and has successfully made her vision a reality.
No matter how the teaching methods of Hogwarts change, it is impossible to make too many complicated derivative changes to a simple [fluorescent flash] in the textbook. This is no longer something that a simple magical creature bloodline can do.
Coupled with the subversive thoughts in the girl's mind that even he found terrifying, Grindelwald gradually began to believe what Dumbledore said: this little girl contained possibilities far beyond the two of them, a kind of
Transcendence in all aspects.
After hearing Grindelwald's answer, Elena lowered her guard a little. After all, Gellert Grindelwald was too proud to deliberately belittle his own and Dumbledore's talents just to please a little girl.
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The white-haired dumpling was in a good mood, secretly paddling circles on the ground with his toes, and the dull hair on his head had begun to sway back and forth uncontrollably.
"Really? Hehehe...it's actually very simple."
"So, let's talk about magic, shall we?"
Grindelwald smiled nonchalantly, with a hint of pride flashing deep in his eyes. With his more than a hundred years of experience, it was not easy to guide the topics and emotions of a little witch who was less than eleven years old.
Before, he just didn't bother to talk. As long as Grindelwald thought about it, he would have a willful little mixed-blood Veela at his fingertips, and in this way, his three meals a day would be much richer.
Of course, before that, there is still a very crucial point to make this willful little guy take the initiative to awe and be interested in magic. It is best to find a way to get her to actively offer to learn magic from him.
Imitating Albus Dumbledore's representative gentle smile, Grindelwald looked at the silver-haired little Luoli in front of him with just the right amount of surprise and approval, and continued to speak softly.
"Honestly, I have never seen an outstanding little wizard like you. He figured out the secret of how to cast spells without a wand in less than half a day. Can you tell me?"
Huh? This familiar smile?
Elena glanced at the wrinkled old face in front of her, and a flash of alert subconsciously flashed in her heart, and the face of a certain spicy old carrot could not help but emerge from her mind.
Emmmm…
No! This is not the normal expression that the first generation Dark Lord should have.
Showing courtesy for nothing, committing adultery or stealing - this old man must be trying to dig a hole for her to jump into.
The originally impetuous mood calmed down instantly. The girl's beautiful big eyes rolled, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. It was just a show of acting skills. In so many years, she has never lost.
While maintaining the look on her face that turned from embarrassment to smugness, the girl nodded without hesitation, looking as proud as a child who had been teased to the point of being tickled, "Of course, I'm so awesome."
Then, a flash of alarm flashed across Elena's face, and she looked at Grindelwald, "But why should I tell you? Then wouldn't I be at a disadvantage?"
The facial expression and tone of voice are just right, and it is simply the perfect performance that a little Luoli who encounters a strange man should have.
Grindelwald frowned slightly, feeling vaguely that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it. He continued to follow Elena's words patiently and gently, "It's different. I can also teach you more wandless spell-casting skills. You can teach me."
Give me one and I can tell you three."
"Rub the potatoes with your hands? Or summon a pillow to cover your face? I don't want to learn that."
Elena curled her lips and said with a look of disgust, this time she was really disgusted.
She couldn't even imagine what Dumbledore's expression would be like when he came to Nurmengard Castle five days later and saw two people, one large and one small, rubbing potatoes neatly.
Hand-rubbed potatoes?!
That is an extremely advanced wandless spellcasting and compound magic technique. Not even Albus can do this!
Forget it, don't be angry, don't be as knowledgeable as a blind kid... calm down.
Grindelwald, who suddenly choked, took a deep breath, maintained the smile on his face, and continued to ask kindly.
"Then what magic do you want to learn?"
"Well, let me think about it..."
Elena pressed her index finger on her pink lips, turned her eyes thoughtfully around the room, and said softly, "I have heard of a very practical magic called the Cleansing Spell. You can do it."
Can you cast spells without a wand?"
"certainly."
Grindelwald, who was facing a formidable enemy, breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head with a dumb smile.
After a long time, it was just an ordinary cleaning spell. What he was most afraid of was that this little thing had no interest in magic at all. As long as she had the slightest interest in magic, the subsequent things would be much easier to handle.
"Prove it to me." Elena whispered with twinkling eyes, "For example, can you remove all the stains on these plates without a wand? If you can do it, I will tell you that I don't have a wand.
Tips for casting spells.”
"easy."
If it is a light spell, Grindelwald may not be able to do it, but simple life spells like this can be easily completed with the help of simple spells.
As Grindelwald spoke, he put his palms on the dinner plate and whispered, "Clean."
In the room, a faint brilliance flashed, and the greasy plates became white and tidy again, as if they had just been disinfected from the dishwasher.
"Look, isn't it awesome? This is just the basics. There are more..."
As Grindelwald spoke, he raised his head and looked at Elena, who was putting away the dishes and preparing to leave. The proud look on his face suddenly froze, "What are you doing?!"