Obviously, the allure of delicious food varies from person to person.

"Albus... don't stand there all the time! Is it because the dessert on the table is not to your liking?"

"..."

The old man didn't answer.

Dumbledore, who had just returned to the principal's office, was standing by the door, looking at Grindelwald sitting behind the desk with an intriguing look, not paying any attention to the desserts placed on the table.

.

A strange and bad atmosphere gradually spread in the room.

"...Um, Mr. Principal? You probably didn't eat dinner, right? Here are some desserts that I specially saved for you..."

"..." Dumbledore responded to him with calm eyes.

"...Uh...Albus?"

While Grindelwald was thinking about countermeasures, he continued to think about diverting Dumbledore's attention to food.

"That child just now, what did you say to her?"

"It's just some old stories, without any danger, just a beautiful love story!"

Grindelwald's clumsy explanation had no effect, only getting an increasingly indifferent expression.

Just when Grindelwald was about to try another method, Dumbledore suddenly sighed. Then, the old man walked over tiredly, picked up a piece of pudding covered with maple sugar bits and put it into his mouth.

"Why do you still think of adding some unstable variables when everything is running normally?"

"Uh...well...you know, actually I'm not entirely optimistic about the future described by that child, or how should I describe it...fairy tales are ultimately unattainable illusions, and sooner or later she has to return to reality."

"You're playing with fire, Gail! You should know the worst consequences, right?"

"Of course, of course! ...Of course! Don't you want to see where that child's limits are? This is not learning how to wave a magic wand in a classroom, this is subverting the world! From magic to science, from matter to

Thought!"

Grindelwald shook a finger covered in frosting and grinned nonchalantly.

"How can I be willing to stand behind the scenes and be a bystander for such an interesting thing? While my name is of some use..."

"You won't succeed. After all this time, you still don't understand the reason why you failed in the first place——"

Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald calmly and said softly with a smile.

"I'm not saying there are any huge loopholes in your plan, but that child... From the beginning, she was not driven by the desire for power, hatred, or even protection - the era that belongs to us has passed.

.”

"Even if it is me who is put on one side of the scale? My dear Albus, you have never believed in faith."

"No matter who she is, she will not use sacrifice as a bargaining chip. Don't you understand? She is different from us."

Dumbledore shook his head and waved his right hand casually.

The next moment, all those secretly pricked-up portraits in the principal's office disappeared behind the curtains.

"Even you, Gellert Grindelwald, will not allow you to sacrifice yourself to light the door to the new world. As for why I didn't stop the young lady who just left the office? I know you want to ask this."

Dumbledore said firmly, looking at the old man whom he had known for nearly a hundred years with a half-smile.

"I'm just curious, how many times do you have to fail before you understand how scary that girl is?"

"You still want it? It's really a bit of a headache for me to be confident."

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows and snorted softly.

"So it sounds like Professor Dumbledore has seen the end... I wonder when you mastered the power of prophecy?"

"It's just a trivial reasoning."

A smile appeared on Dumbledore's face, his eyes stayed on the messy dining table for a moment, and he suddenly said.

"I almost forgot to ask, is the red wine provided by the Hogwarts kitchen tonight good?"

"As always, unfortunately, I didn't give it to you—wait?!"

Grindelwald replied nonchalantly, his face gradually stiffening a bit.

Following Dumbledore's inexplicable question, a small detail that he had previously ignored suddenly emerged. Grindelwald suddenly felt as if biting dry ice had been injected into his blood vessels, and he felt a chill.

An indescribable feeling, as if all the water in the body would turn into sweat and evaporate instantly.

"In Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, even if students and professors eat at the same table..."

Dumbledore said, shaking his head with pity, and took the last piece of pineapple preserves from the hands of the gradually petrified old devil.

"This does not mean that the table is reliable. Underage children are not allowed to drink. It seems that when you got along with Elena before, this was still very good - don't worry, it's just the simplest thing.

It’s just a delayed petrification potion.”

"..."

Grindelwald's body gradually became stiff, and his upper and lower jaws were locked together, unable to speak.

The Dark Lord, who had dominated the magical world for the first half of his life and was almost invincible, could only move his eyes and look at Dumbledore in confusion.

"Guess what that kid said to me when he left the auditorium? So much so that I had to trot back?"

Dumbledore stood up, reached over Grindelwald, and pulled out a clean syringe from the desk drawer.

"The red wine sent to the office upstairs tonight was mixed with petrochemicals. Professor, when you go back, please remember to give grandpa an injection first to control the old guy's precarious blood sugar. By the way, convey a message to me..."

Dumbledore clumsily opened a bottle of insulin injection and fumbled with Grindelwald a few times.

"Those who take the initiative to stir up disputes will be punished twice as much as the losers - you have already lost miserably."

…

at the same time.

Ravenclaw House, girls dormitory.

"Very good, let it go—there's nothing wrong with this letter."

Elena gently touched Li Liang's head, waved her wand, and refolded the letter paper on the table and sealed it.

As the underground queen of Hogwarts, although she cannot monitor all external communications, she focuses on monitoring those "extradition personnel" from Russia. This is almost the most basic information security confidentiality and counter-espionage measure.

Of course...

"You are free, continue to deliver the message... From the Scottish Highlands to St. Petersburg, this is not an easy journey. Maybe there will be a geography class added to Hogwarts later, Ur——"

Elena's shining white fingers gently poked the fat brown chicken in the big barn with a round face that was captured.

Gu Gu?

Goo! Goo goo goo!

The next moment, the fat chicken, which had been a little wilted, suddenly regained its energy and began to flutter with great vigor.

Just like the recovery effect when it acts on the human body, when the healing magic text takes effect, it will not identify what form of life the other party is. Elena discovered this when she stayed temporarily at Scamander's house during the holidays.

a little.

Healing is not an instantaneous action, which means it can be improved as a long-term buff.

If you give an example, it is roughly similar to optimizing the one-time blood recovery magic in later online games into a blood recovery HOT magic that continuously heals the target over a period of time after being cast on the target.

Since I am not very proficient yet, the special duration is not long, but it is somewhat effective in the end.

"Okay, you've been strengthened. Go ahead..."

Elena tied the envelope to its ankle again, walked to the window and gently released her hand.

Then, the girl glanced at the girls lined up behind her and said softly with a half-smile.

"The window here is lent to you. Remember not to sit on my bed and read the letter, otherwise I will beat you half to death! You know, one of the family mottos of the Kaslana family is to keep their promises - Okay, I

Went to find Luna."

"Kaslana, don't go too far, obviously..."

"If you say one more word, I will stew your owl! And your boyfriend's one too!"

Elena glanced at the girl who was silent for a moment, shook her head helplessly, and threatened with a fierce expression.

"Remember, if you are still by my bedside tomorrow morning... hum, then wait for the owl soup!"

With the end of the "Potato War" last semester, the bed by the window in the Ravenclaw dormitory suddenly became very popular.

Of course, this is not because the scenery outside has suddenly become better.

In Hogwarts, which is completely shielded from electromagnetic signals, love across colleges can only be conveyed through letter paper.

As the only two houses in Hogwarts that have independent towers as dormitories, the young wizards of Ravenclaw and Gryffindor houses naturally have unique advantages in talking to each other - unlike those in Muggle schools.

Auntie, the dormitory manager.

The order in the dormitories after lights out at Hogwarts almost entirely depends on the management of the prefects of each house.

And when the prefects of the college and even the president of the student union began to openly say good night to each other in the dormitory with their "boyfriends" and "girlfriends" by using owls, and they could "come and go" as soon as they said good night until midnight
To be continued...