“So, Professor Quirrell will be back soon, right?”

Hermione looked up at Grindelwald as they walked along the winding streets of Salzburg.

They had already left St. Mungo's Magical Hospital and were now waiting by the side of the street for the pre-arranged Portkey to take them back to Hogwarts Castle. Salzburg, not far away, was already shrouded in the night, and the city was gradually lighting up.

Meanwhile, Hannah and Luna were leaning on the railing, greedily watching the brightly lit Salzburg.

“Yes, once Quirinus is feeling a bit better, he will rejoin us. Soon.”

Grindelwald replied with a smile, gently adjusting his top hat.

It is always a pleasure to talk to intelligent people. Quirinus Quirrell is quite good at both assessing the situation and understanding – perhaps partly due to Voldemort's training – but in any case, this young wizard is one of the most admirable wizards Grindelwald has met in recent times.

“If nothing unexpected happens, you can see him at school no later than next Monday. Miss Granger.”

“What about Professor Lupin? I mean, there can't be two professors teaching one course at the same time, right? After hearing Wood and the others' descriptions, I've been looking forward to Professor Lupin's class—although I also really want Professor Quirrell to come back.”

“I'm sorry, I don't remember Hogwarts having such a rule.”

Grindelwald blinked flexibly, watching with interest as Elena pointed to the city lights below, introducing Salzburg to the other two little witches, while patiently explaining to the "Why-are-you-asking-so-many-questions" Miss beside him.

“As far as I know, Muggle schools don't have only one professor for each course, do they? You should be meeting the new professors at the banquet tonight. Hogwarts should have started reforming long ago. Besides, who told you that Professor Quirrell must be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor when he returns to the castle?”

“Huh? Professor Quirrell won't be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts when he comes back this time?”

Luna Lovegood turned her head and asked curiously after hearing their conversation.

Compared to the naive Little Iron Tank, she had already noticed the guilty conscience in Elena's words. Perhaps there was nothing wrong with the stories and landscapes that the white-haired ball was explaining, but the direction she was pointing was definitely mostly wrong.

“Well, after a year of trying, Professor Quirrell feels that he still prefers the subject of Muggle Studies. And given Quirinus's current condition, this is the most suitable subject for him—speaking of which, although it may be a bit redundant, I hope that regarding Professor Quirrell's temporary loss of magic, everyone...”

“Don't worry, Professor Apocalis, we will keep the secret with you!”

Hannah Abbott waved her little fist with a serious face, “Even if my mother asks, I will tell her that Professor Quirrell is just trying to study the perspective between magic and non-magic more closely, not because he suddenly lost his magical abilities.”

“... Um, Hannah, I think you might as well just say you don't know.”

Elena rubbed her forehead with a headache and sighed softly.

“Huh, why? I shouldn't have misremembered it—”

The lovely Little Iron Tank puffed out her cheeks unhappily, “I clearly memorized it seriously this time! Anyway, that’s how it is! You guys are secretly嫌弃(xián qì) me for being stupid again, right? Hmph╭(╯^╰)╮!”

“Mainly... uh, such bad things like lying are not suitable for a cute little angel like you to do.”

Elena blinked, glanced at the Little Iron Tank who was still pouting, and tentatively said.

“Or, after returning to school, I’ll make you a special ‘Honey Glazed Carrot Fried Meat’? I'll teach you carefully this time, guaranteeing that you can show off your skills at the Leaky Cauldron after the holidays, and it's a special custom-made one!”

“I won’t forgive you so easily this time, unless...”

Hannah hummed and said, hesitating for a few seconds before swallowing quietly.

“At least it must also include Creamy Vegetable Stew with Meat, Sweetflower Chicken, Fried Radish Balls, and Matsutake Stuffed Meat Rolls—um... if you think it’s too much, it can actually be negotiated...”

Huh? Has this recipe been prepared in advance?

Elena raised her eyebrows and glanced at Hannah with surprise.

Unknowingly, this Little Iron Tank has started to learn bad things—under the influence of Hermione and Luna, even the Little Iron Tank has begun to learn how to ask for the sky-high price and bargain on the spot. This is not a good sign.

But...

As a senior foodie who has witnessed the five thousand years of Chinese food culture, Elena doesn’t mind this happening.

If it is just such a simple and unpretentious request, she can completely make a dish every day, without repeating for three hundred and sixty-five days a year, and feed Hannah until graduation. At that time, perhaps she can unexpectedly harvest a master-level chef.

“Okay, come to the kitchen with me tonight... um... right!”

Elena reluctantly nodded, pretending to be unwilling, turned to look at the two little witches next to her who were pricking up their ears, swallowing hard, but were too embarrassed to take the initiative to come forward, and waved with a smile.

“In that case, you two come along too? After eating, don’t go back, just squeeze on my bed.”

“Cough, cough—I'm very sorry, just interrupting for a moment, children.”

Gellert Grindelwald cleared his throat helplessly, reminding a certain little girl that this was not a school dormitory.

“We should go back, if you have anything to say, you can chat slowly later yourselves—”

I don't know if it's some kind of strange curse, but it seems that every Dark Lord has not left any offspring.

Anyway, from the current situation, if this momentum continues, he probably won't have the chance to see any "granddaughters"—the Kaslana family and the Apocalis family will most likely be extinct after this generation.

However, this is not a big problem...

Grindelwald turned his head and looked at the hospital behind him, shrouded in the night.

The most cutting-edge medical conjectures in the non-magical world, combined with some wonderful methods in the magical world, if everything goes well, perhaps those things that he and Dumbledore regretted can be resolved in the new era during his lifetime.

It must be admitted that the appearance of Elena has really subverted too many people's original expectations.

“Come on, get ready, we should go back—”

Grindelwald retracted his thoughts, took out his pocket watch and glanced at it casually, and nodded towards Elena and others.

With a faint blue light, the stone slab under Grindelwald and the others suddenly vibrated, and an invisible spatial distortion enveloped the four wizards on it, disappearing silently in place.

……

At the same time, in St. Mungo's Magical Hospital, not far away.

Quirinus Quirrell was playing with a metal badge shining with a faint light in his hand. This was a token left by the young Dark Lord, who was unbelievably naive, beside his hospital bed before leaving the ward.

“wizardinBlack... This is really a secret organization that is hard to refuse...”

Quirrell murmured, recalling the task Elena had described to him, his eyes gradually lit up.

“Then, let the hunt begin...”

“This time, it’s finally your turn to run away, my dear 'master'—”

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咕吖(gū yā)! A little late~~