"...Yes, yes, you guessed it right. You are so awesome."

Elena looked at the impeccable reasoning, and every pleat on her face seemed to have written a smug Gellert Grindelwald, sighing silently, wisely not continuing to argue.

Obviously, unless she could immediately carry a bunch of bedding from the room downstairs and take it in front of Grindelwald, even if she took out a photo, Grindelwald would probably insist that this was her magic PS.

"I won't discuss where I live. You should know the purpose of my arrival. Let me see what's delicious..."

Elena glanced vigilantly at Grindelwald, walked carefully to the end of the old man's bed, dragged out the gray suitcase left by Dumbledore and opened it, looked inside, and his face suddenly froze.

The space inside the suitcase looks much larger than the outside. As soon as I opened it, I felt a faint chill coming to my face, as if I had opened the refrigerator in my previous life.

There is no doubt that Dumbledore at least attached space magic like the No-Constant Extension Spell to this box, as well as some magic that Elena can't name for the time being, transforming it into a "magic version of the refrigerator".

However, compared to the spell cast on the suitcase, the items stored in it are so pitiful that they can no longer be simply described as shabby.

First of all, the sight was a pile of potatoes of different sizes, potatoes, potatoes, yam eggs, followed by cabbage, cabbage, and cabbage. The rest were a small pile of bacon and dried bread that looked familiar, as well as five or six large wooden barrels filled with fresh water printed with Hogwarts school badges.

"There are all staple foods, vegetables, meat, water... and it's still quite rich, hahaha--"

Elena twitched her lips, and she took back her previous generous comments about Dumbledore. The old wizard who was familiar with stingy and revengeful old wizard.

Obviously, Dumbledore packed her exactly the same package according to the ingredients she left after she robbed 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 closed the lid of the suitcase expressionlessly and made a deafening sound. For the sake of the luxurious large bedroom downstairs, she will be like this for the time being.

"That's really all?"

Elena turned her head unwillingly and asked at Grindelwald sitting on the edge of the bed, looking 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 utensils in the corner of the box. Albus means that I want me to have time to teach you some potion knowledge. Apart from that, there are only these you see."

Grindelwald shrugged. For him, as long as there is food, it would be fine.

After glanced at Elena, who was sitting by the box in a daze, the old man thought for a while and threw Elena a potato with a black baked skin and a piece of dry bread.

"Here, I'm giving this to you, so I'll take it to eat 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 for roasting a potato - of course, if you at least have to know how to make your wand come out with a few pitiful little sparks."

As he said that, Grindelwald grinned and only had a few teeth left. He smiled maliciously and said with a point of view, "If I remember correctly, you haven't had time to master any other spells except [Fluorescent Flashing] yet?"

"Don't worry, grandpa. The professors in the school will teach in a few days. You don't have to worry about magic." Elena raised her eyebrows, her face full of disapproval.

Anyway, there is a fireplace in the room below, so there is no need to worry about fire sources or something.

During this free and five-day vacation, magic is just used to pass the boring time. Even if Grindelwald wants to teach now, she may not necessarily want to learn it.

"Okay, now bring the food I gave you and the blanket. Get out of my room."

Grindelwald snorted coldly, turned his head angrily, and issued an order to expel guests.

"You call this food?"

With a little disgust, Elena threw the potato that was roasted like a coal ball. She was about to say something when suddenly her eyes pointed and she saw that Grindelwald still seemed to hold a non-black potato in her hands.

"Hey, I'll give you this. Why not, let's change the potatoes in our hands."

Elena threw the potatoes in her hand back to Grindelwald's knee. Before the old man could react, she reached out her hand like lightning to grab Grindelwald's hands.

"hiss--"

The moment Elena's fingers touched Grindelwald's palm, Grindelwald's expression was relaxed and suddenly shook his whole body as if he was electrocuted. He took a breath of air conditioning almost inaudible and quickly shrank his hand.

In the faint light, Elena seemed to vaguely see some red blisters on the inside of Grindelwald's palm, which seemed to be burned just now.

Smack ~

Wheel ~ Wheel ~

With the old man's violent reaction, the potato that was originally hidden in his hands fell from his hands and fell on the stone floor. The wheel rolled to Elena's feet and stopped.

"This is……?"

"Get out of here, go out!"

Elena looked at the old man with a strange expression with a strange expression, turned around skillfully, separated Grindelwald, who was about to pounce on him, bent down and quickly picked up the potato on the ground, and took a few steps back.

Hard, Elena pinched it a little, completely different from the black paste potato before.

After careful observation, the surface of the potato was slightly hot as if it had just been taken off the fire. There was a small fresh cut on it, which seemed to have been bitten by someone not long ago.

Looking inside from the break, except for the yellowish outer layer, it is all white inside, exuding a slight earthy smell and a fresh smell unique to the plants.

"The potatoes cannot be eaten, they are raw." Elena frowned, raised the potatoes in her hand and shook them towards the old man in front of her, and said seriously with a serious face.

Foods rich in starch like potatoes cannot be eaten raw, because the starch granules of raw potatoes are not easy to break and it is difficult for the human body to digest. After eating raw potatoes rashly, it is easy to cause adverse reactions such as nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea.

There are many ways to identify whether potatoes are cooked. The simplest difference is that the color inside the cooked potatoes is yellow, while the raw potatoes are white.

However, the key to the problem is no longer just the problem of raw potatoes.

"Mr. Gellert, can you please put your hand out?" Elena said calmly.

"It's time for the kid to go back and rest, don't bother me... Wait, what are you going to do! Hey hey hey, let it go!"

In Grindelwald's angrily gaze, Elena threw the half-baked potatoes in her hand on the tableside and quickly walked to Grindelwald.

With the strange power bonus brought by his own bloodline, he accurately grabbed the old man's wrist and flipped out the palm that Grindelwald was trying to hide.

Sure enough... Elena's eyes froze.

She had read it wrong before, only to see Grindelwald's thin and shriveled palms covered with terrifying marks of burns and burns.

"What's going on with the scald on your hand?"

The girl asked hurriedly, a somewhat absurd guess appeared in her heart - could this guy use his hands to rub the fireball and "rubbed" two potatoes with his magic power?

But, it shouldn't be. He would cast spells without a stick...

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