Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

Forty-six years ago, Gellert Grindelwald at his peak lost in a one-on-one duel with Dumbledore. Subsequently, Grindelwald was convicted and voluntarily detained in the highest cell in Newmontgarde Castle.

Since then, Grindelwald has never left this castle and appeared in the public's field of vision. All legends about Gellert Grindelwald, as well as all his armies, believers, and wealth, also followed his self imprisonment, almost disappeared 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 came to force the old wand to fall-if no accident happened.

After all, judging from the current situation, whether poor Tom Riddle can be resurrected smoothly as scheduled is entirely within the mind of the beautiful and smart Miss Elena.

"But then again, after so many years of closed-door practice, the first Dark Lord finally practiced the magic of rubbing potatoes by hand. Emmmmm ..."

Elena continued to deal with the roasted potatoes in her hands with concentration, and her attention had long flown from Grindelwald's words to the sky, thinking aimlessly.

"I don't know the current style of Grindelwald. If I let his followers see then, will he continue to shout 666 with a cheek, or will ideals and beliefs collapse completely?"

Think carefully, Grindelwald's superb wand-free cast ability, and the slight appearance of tuberculosis are not incomprehensible.

Decades of autism, in this place where entertainment and social lack, Gellert, the widowed elderly, Grindelwald, besides eating, sleeping, sleeping, the only pastime seems to be left to think about wandless cast.

Even if this old man can be given enough time and energy to further develop this magical magic, maybe he may eventually develop a spiral pill or a big fireball ...

"Amazed? This is the unique power of magic. The magical Muggles in your mouth can never do it."

"Well, I think the big fireball is better ... Hey?"

Elena, who was in a state of wandering, returned absently. Just halfway through the words, the girl froze suddenly, and she returned to her with a little embarrassment.

Looked up tentatively at the stunned old man. Elena secretly vomited her tongue. While eating someone's roasted potatoes, she was found to be distracted. Rao was also embarrassed.

At this time, she should mobilize her bloodline skills ... Except for Dumbledore, she has not met a second person who can be indifferent to the deliberately cute little Loli.

"Hey hey ... potatoes, beautiful! Delicious! Your craft is so good--"

Elena blinked and smiled quickly on her face, pointing at the black roasted potatoes in her hand, tilting her head cutely, trying to cross the border.

However, the reflected Grindelwald's face still quickly cooled.

"I'm tired, take your food and go out."

Realized that he had been talking to himself for a long time, Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, raised his hand, pointed out the door, the tone was calm and indifferent.

"Well, potatoes must be cooked ..." Elena continued to try.

"Go out."

Grindelwald repeated it with no expression. The old man seemed to be a different person suddenly, so cold that he was impersonal. The disgust suddenly appeared in his eyes could not be more obvious.

"Oh……"

Glanced at Grindelwald with a bad look, Elena shoved along the water, and shut her mouth obediently. But that's fine. She was worried that she couldn't find a reason to slip away.

Elena thought about it, stuffed the half-ripe potato into her arms, and ran quickly to the "magic cold storage" left by Dumbledore, and took out each ingredient separately from it-she Already figured out how to return that baked potato.

"Wait, the blanket is also on."

Seeing Elena was about to leave the room, Grindelwald sitting on the bed couldn't help but moved her fingers, and the thin blanket pushed by the bed seemed to be dragged by an invisible thread and draped straight over Elin. Na shook the room as if a cute little monster suddenly appeared.

Eh? !

Right, I almost forgot.

Elena rolled her eyes, suddenly stopped at the door, and then turned around quickly, leaping to Grindelwald in front of her, pulling out a lot of candy from her pocket, and fell to Green In Dvor's arms.

"These are for you, I have tasted very sweet, no strange taste."

"What are you doing, take it away!"

Grindelwald frowned with a cold face, and before waiting for him to throw it back, Elena ran out of his room.

"Don't worry, I will be back soon."

Grindelwald's brow furrowed a little bit more with the girl's crisp voice and the light and soft footsteps of the stone staircase corridor where the tower building was turned down.

"Does Hogwarts's candy ... Hum, childish."

He lowered his head and looked at the colorful candies in his arms. Grindelwald's expression appeared on his face. If he guessed right, it was estimated that Elena sneaked from Hogwarts at breakfast. Did you catch it?

The old man raised his hand, and was about to throw them all out of the room. The hand was just halfway up, and the movement suddenly stopped unconsciously.

"In case the half-breed baby girl regretted it later and wanted to come up to ask for candy, it would be a hassle if she didn't have it."

Grindelwald muttered so low, and with his wrist turned, he carefully gathered the large pile of candy on his knees and put them together in a small storage box under his bed.

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On the other side, Elena, who was back in the "Hogwarts Theme" luxury suite, was already standing in front of the open kitchen workbench.

Potatoes, slices of bacon, dried bread, and cabbage have all been cleaned and placed neatly on the workbench.

Aside above the fireplace flame, the water in the crucible designated by Elena to temporarily serve as a soup cooker has also gurgled and started to roll up ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Elena took off the wizard's robe and picked it up Sleeve, tie the thin blanket sent by Grindelwald as an apron, and gently slide your fingers across the ridge of the cold Zwilling knife.

Since the house elf contracted the daily diet of the orphanage last month, she has not done a serious meal for a long time.

Whether it is sweet spicy grilled mutant fish or honey-flavored Hogwarts lichen, it is actually not a dish that is really cooked by heart. The boring fun is actually heavier.

Elena felt that it was time for her to do something, to stabilize her resurgence of craftsmanship, and the first step to check whether the cookery had regressed was to conquer the proud first Dark Lord with the simplest ingredients.

As for the monotony of ingredients? This is not a problem at all.

Know that in the mysterious eastern country of her previous life, people are not only good at all kinds of strange ingredients, but more importantly, how to make the most abundant and exquisite cuisine with the simplest ingredients.

Not to mention that there is such a rich combination of ingredients now, even if there is only a lot of dry flour, Elena has a way to turn it into dozens of different dishes.

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Goo ~ I feel a little dizzy these days.

There is no Calvin, and the plot is detailed, but the energy is not enough.

Zhang said and the monthly ticket will not be asked for now ~ Goo, I will try to add more later.