Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

"... Yes, yes, you guessed it. You are so good."

Elena glanced at the impeccable reasoning, each fold on her face was like a smug Gellert Grindelwald, sighed silently, wisely did not continue to argue.

Obviously, unless she can immediately pick up a pile of bedding from the room downstairs and shoot it in front of Grindelwald, even if she takes out a picture, Grindelwald can be sure that she is using magic ps.

"Don't discuss where I live in the first place, you should know the purpose of my coming up. Let me see, what is delicious ..."

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

The space inside the suitcase is much larger than it looks outside. As soon as I opened it, I felt a faint coolness, as if it was the feeling of opening the refrigerator in the previous life.

Undoubtedly, Dumbledore at least added space magic like the indefinite extension spell to this box, as well as some magic that Elena could not yet name, and transformed it into a "magic version cold storage" ".

However, compared to the magic spell cast on the suitcase, the contents stored in it are too pitiful to be simply described by the word shabby.

The first thing that comes into view is a pile of potatoes, potatoes, potatoes, yam eggs of different sizes, followed by cabbage, cabbage, cabbage, and the rest is a small pile of bacon and dried bread that look somewhat familiar. , And five or six large wooden barrels filled with fresh water bearing the Hogwarts school badge.

"Staple food, vegetables, meat, water ... everything is available, or it is quite rich."

Elena's mouth twitched, and she withdrew her previous generous evaluation of Dumbledore. The spicy old radish is still the familiar old wizard who stole.

Apparently, Dumbledore packed her exactly the same ingredients she had left after she looted the Hogwarts school kitchen yesterday.

Forget it, not angry ...

Be gentle, be calm ...

She wants to be a polite little lady ...

(\ # ￣Д￣) \! ! ! boom!

Elena slammed the lid of the suitcase blankly and made a loud deafening noise, looking at the large downstairs bedroom, for the time being this time.

"Is there really only these?"

Elena turned a little unwillingly, looked at Grindelwald sitting on the edge of the bed and asked, looking back and forth at the old man, seeming to see if he secretly hid the food.

"There are some primary potion materials and utensils in the corner of the box. Looking at Albus, it should mean that I have time to teach you some potion knowledge. Other than that, only you can see."

Grindelwald shrugged, for him, as long as there was something to eat.

Glanced at Elena sitting in a daze sitting beside the box. The old man thought about it and threw Elena a roasted potato with a dark skin and a piece of dry bread.

"Well, this one is for you, take it while it's hot."

Grindelwald said to Elena, as if this was a great reward and honor, "I do n’t expect you to say anything nice, I just hope you do n’t burn my castle for baking a potato, of course, The premise is that you must at least know how to make your wand pop a few pitiful little Mars. "

With that, Grindelwald grinned and revealed that there were only a few teeth left. He smiled unintentionally and said with a finger, "If I remember correctly, except for [fluorescent flashing], you temporarily Haven't time to master other spells yet? "

"Relax, grandpa. In a few days, the professors in the school will teach you about the magic, so you do n’t have to worry about you." Elena raised her eyebrows, her face was disapproving.

Anyway, there is a fireplace in the room below. Do n’t worry about the source of the fire.

In this five-day vacation time of freedom, magic is nothing more than a pastime used to pass boring time. Even if Grindelwald wants to teach now, she does not necessarily want to learn.

"Well, now bring the food I gave you and a blanket. Leave my room quickly."

Grindelwald snorted, turned his head angrily, and issued a guest order.

"Do you call this food?"

Tossed the potato that was roasted like briquettes slightly. Elena was about to say something. She suddenly pointed her eyes and saw Grindelwald still holding a non-black potato in his hands.

"Hey, this one will be given back to you. Let's change the potatoes in our hands."

Elena threw the potatoes back in Grindelwald's lap. Before the old man could react, she reached out with lightning and grabbed Grindelwald's hands.

"His"

Just the moment Elena's finger touched Grindelwald's palm, Glindelwald's original expression was relaxed, and she suddenly shook like an electric shock. She took a breath of air and almost shrank her hand quickly. Gone.

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

Pata ~

轱 辘 ~ 轱 辘 ~

With the violent reaction of the old man, the potato originally hidden in his hand fell from his hand, fell on the slate floor, and rolled to Elena's feet to stop.

"this is……?"

"Give up, you give me out!"

Elena glanced strangely at the old man with some abnormal expressions. She turned sideways deftly, separating Grindelwald, who was about to pounce, and leaned down to pick up the potato on the ground quickly, and backed away step.

Hardly, Elena squeezed a little bit, completely different from the dark black potato.

Look closely, the surface of this potato is slightly hot as if it had just been removed from the fire. There is a small fresh fracture on it, and it seems that it was just bitten by someone a while ago.

Looking inwards from the fracture, except for the yellowish outer layer, the inside is all white, faintly exuding an earthy smell and a fresh smell unique to plants.

"This potato can't be eaten, it's raw." Elena frowned, raised the potato in her hand and shook it toward the old man in front of her, with a serious expression on her face.

Foods rich in starch like potatoes can not be eaten raw, because the starch grains of raw potatoes are not easy to break, and the human body is difficult to digest. After rushing to eat raw potatoes, it is easy to cause nausea, vomiting, diarrhea and other adverse reactions.

And there are many ways to identify whether the potatoes are cooked, UU reading www.uukanshu. The simplest difference between com is that the inside color of cooked potatoes is yellow, and raw potatoes are white.

However, the key to the problem now is not just the problem of cooked potatoes. ,

"Mr. Gellert, could you please reach out your hand," Elena said calmly.

"Children should go back to rest, don't disturb me ... Wait, what are you going to do! Hey hey, let go!"

In Grindelwald's frightened eyes, Elena threw the half-ripe potatoes in her hand on the side table, and quickly walked to Grindelwald.

Relying on the strange power of his own blood, he accurately grasped the old man's wrist and turned up the palm of Grindelwald that he was trying to hide.

Sure enough ... Elena stared.

She had read right before, only to see that Grindelwald's thin and shrunken palm was covered with terrible marks of burns and burns.

"What is the scald on your hand?"

Asked the girl anxiously, a somewhat ridiculous conjecture emerged in her mind. Would it be like rubbing a fireball with your hands, just "rubbing" two potatoes with magic power?

But, it shouldn't be, wouldn't he cast without a stick ...

Rua ~ second more ~

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