Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at a certain Hogwarts

Christmas night.

Austria, a small three-story house next to the University of Werna.

The house looks unremarkable, no different in style from other houses in the neighborhood.

However, the snow was spread neatly on the sky-blue roof. Any more would be burdensome, and any less would be insufficient. The snow at the door was also neatly swept aside.

Looking at the style, it looks more like the building blocks placed by an obsessive-compulsive disorder patient than the randomly falling snowflakes of nature.

This kind of meticulous beauty makes the owner of the house quite extraordinary.

The next second, a graceful figure suddenly flashed on the deserted street.

In such a cold winter, she only wore a woolen coat outside and a very thin-looking women's suit underneath.

The dark red clothes perfectly match her slender and beautiful figure, making her look very capable and elegant beyond her age.

On her neck, which is as straight as a swan, is a soft, delicate face, with black hair tied up, making her look more like a traditional oriental woman than a Slavic woman.

Cynthia Wasika, the name of this elegant girl.

She looked at the snow on it in amusement, which was as smooth as if it had been smoothed down bit by bit with a shovel.

"No Muggle is like this," she muttered helplessly. "Your teacher is really annoying."

Then she took steps and walked forward slowly.

Da da da……

The sound of high heels echoed softly on the street, like her sudden appearance, unnoticed.

But as soon as she approached the house, with the ringing of the bell, the door automatically opened for her as if by induction, revealing the dim corridor inside.

Cynthia was not surprised by this and stepped in with familiarity.

She felt as familiar as coming to her own home. Even if the lights in the house were not turned on, she could reach the kitchen accurately.

He threw his coat on the chair, then turned on the light in the kitchen in a familiar manner, and cheerfully took out the food specially prepared for tonight from the small purse he carried with him——

Roast turkey, roast chicken, steak and various vegetables, and of course, a variety of essential desserts and candies.

"It's hard to prepare so carefully for you, knowing that I like sweet things." An old voice said teasingly.

Cynthia said without looking back: "This is not prepared for you. It's best not to finish it like last time."

The old man shrugged indifferently and looked at the candies on it.

"Oh, my favorite lemon snow candy," he simply picked up a candy and put it into his mouth, "but first, I want to thank you for Tver."

Hearing the name, Cynthia turned back and watched helplessly as the old man tasted each dessert.

His originally thin body had gradually strengthened after years of recuperation, and he could barely hold up the dark green pajamas on his body.

It's just that the years have left too many indelible marks on his face, but those eyes remain calm and composed.

Having hidden his past, nothing seemed to surprise him.

"Mr. Grindelwald, I've said it many times," Cynthia put the last dish on the table, "Don't just eat desserts, it's not good for your health!"

The old man hesitated for a while and decided to leave a lemon-flavored pudding for his only student. As for the remaining pudding, of course it belonged to him.

"Yes, yes, I will leave some for Tver."

Cynthia's face turned red and the movements of her hands became chaotic.

Grindelwald looked at her outfit with a smile on his face, and said teasingly:

"He likes to dress up elegantly, but you are so talented that you can't even wear high heels. This doesn't suit your temperament at all."

Her thoughts were revealed, and Cynthia glared at the old man with a red face.

"I only try to dress like this occasionally, but it's nothing like you, who refuses to try anything. No wonder Tver hates your rotten thoughts!"

Grindelwald sat in the main seat nonchalantly, tasting the candy and said, "If I really didn't care about what he said, how could I come to live in this Muggle community?"

"Oh?"

Cynthia looked at the old man in surprise. She thought he just had such a quirk and liked to live in Muggle houses without traces of magic.

"Don't think of me so corruptly. In an era when your parents were not even born, I...we had the most radical ideas in the world."

"I guess you haven't noticed that there is a Muggle university nearby, right?" Grindelwald said with emotion, "That is the most famous university in this country."

"I go there every day and observe every Muggle student there, as well as their professors and scholars."

"At first, I scorned their research. After all, magic is the miracle above them. But since Tver took me to the deepest research institute, I realized-"

He clenched his fists unconsciously, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes.

"Muggles are progressing faster than all of us expected. Within a hundred years, their technology will be on par with magic."

"What's even more terrifying is that they keep progressing faster and faster!"

Cynthia was not surprised by these remarks, or in other words, she had long admired Tver deeply because of similar remarks.

So she emphasized: "Tver expected it."

Grindelwald laughed. This student was his final achievement in his life.

"Yes, he anticipated this trend better than anyone, which is why I moved from Nurmengard."

"I want to see him achieve what I couldn't do!"

At this point, the old man showed a trace of sadness and murmured to himself: "If I could have been like Tver and used a more suitable method, wouldn't everything be different..."

Seeing him sinking into sadness, Cynthia quickly changed the subject, "Speaking of Tver, why hasn't he come here yet? Couldn't he be delayed along the way?"

The girl's poor method made Grindelwald chuckle, and he put away his thoughts of memories.

"Don't worry. With his strength, there aren't many people who can delay him. It's just that he said he has to finish dinner with his family before he can get here."

Cynthia pursed her lips in disappointment, stretched out her hand and snatched away the cake that Grindelwald was about to take.

“You can’t eat until Tver comes here!”

She put a lot of thought into tonight's dinner, most of which were prepared for Tver, but she couldn't just eat it up casually, not even for Tver's teacher!

"Jingle Bell."

There was a noise at the door, and within a moment, a handsome figure that the girl had been looking forward to for a long time appeared in the kitchen.

Tver looked at the two of them with a smile.

"Sorry, it took a while to prepare the gifts for the students."