Elena blinked in confusion, couldn't help but yawn, and reached out to grab the plastic bag in the old man's hand.
Applause.
Applause.
Some fresh drops of water fell on the back of the girl's hand and then landed on the plastic bag, making a pleasant sound.
"Is it raining?"
Elena looked down at the back of her hand. Under the streetlight, the water droplets still falling on the back of her soft hand left a red mark.
"Or still, this is..."
The girl felt dizzy, and instinctively raised her hand and wiped her face. The white and tender palms were white, "...blood? Strange, when did I hurt myself?"
"But don't be alarmed, it's not a big problem. You forgot, I am a wizard."
Raising her head, she looked at Grindelwald, who appeared blurry at times. Elena waved her hand carelessly and spoke softly.
"Ur"
A white and blurry light appeared at the tips of the girl's fingers, flickering for less than half a second... and then extinguished.
"Hey! Strange?"
As if in a daze, the charming girl's face shone with a bright pink, furrowing her brow in confusion.
"Ur..."
This time, nothing happened.
An unusually intense drowsiness overwhelmed Elena. The girl couldn't help but yawn again, and her eyelids kept sinking. "Ri..."
As she said this, the girl's right hand weakly dropped, and the plastic pouch in her hand slipped to the ground with a snap.
"Wait, don't fall asleep!"
Grindelwald's expression changed, and he quickly reached out to catch the little silver-haired witch, who instantly became paralyzed. Elena, reclining in the old man's arms, tightly closed her eyes, except for a few spots of blood that had not yet solidified, there was no trace of anger.
In Grindelwald's perception, Elena's seemingly flawless appearance could no longer simply be described as bad.
Numerous small muscle fissures were scattered throughout the girl's body, and most of her organs, including her heart, showed an extremely abnormal state of hyperactivity.
Several uncontrollable forces clashed against the girl's body, but they were restricted to Elena's strengthened body, causing no direct harm. The once overwhelming magic of the girl had almost been depleted, leaving only a glimmer.
What is exactly happening?
How many times has this white furry ball used UR rune magic in the last half-day?
Ignoring the stares of others, Grindelwald lifted the girl with both hands, and they both disappeared directly into the bustling street.
...
Salzburg, unknown location.
"Don't worry, this boy simply released the curse too many times and exceeded the physical burden. He just needs good rest tonight, he should be fine."
A skeletal-looking old man turned trembling and said, with bewildered eyes.
"The marks of the Runi runes, Gellert. I have never heard that you have had a student in all these years."
"My students are not so foolish as to not protect themselves. That's Albus's student. I'm just looking after her for a while, and tomorrow she'll pack up and leave."
Behind him, Grindelwald leaned over to observe a huge crystal ball on the table.
Upon hearing the old man's words, Grindelwald raised his eyebrows and quickly turned to speak with disdain. Although he said it that way, his eyes involuntarily showed warmth.
After a pause, Grindelwald looked around.
"Are you sure about this place? I mean... after all, it's been forty years."
"Except for you, Dumbledore, and Lemay, the entire magical world thought I was already dead. As long as you don't involve me, this place will always be safe."
The old man shrugged and looked at Grindelwald angrily. "And, you know, time doesn't make much sense to me. Otherwise, you wouldn't find me the first time."
"No, the reason I came to you in the first place is simply because you used to have a name called Paracelsus. Time may make the strength of the wizard diminish, but for a healer, it will always make you stronger."
Grindelwald smiled, looked at Elena, and then at the silver-haired witch lying quietly on the bed. After a simple treatment, the girl's face gradually calmed, and the corners of her lips lifted slightly, as if she was dreaming. Obviously, it turns out that his idea was not wrong.
"At the same time, she's more vulnerable to shock..."
Paracelsus couldn't help but grumble discontentedly: "I'm not like you young ones, can't you consider this 498-year-old man?"
"What's this? A prophecy?"
Ignoring Paracelsus' complaints, Grindelwald turned and pointed at the large crystal ball on the table with a question, which reflected the scene of the city of Salzburg. On the other side of the high wall far from the city, dozens of police cars were heading towards the Salk Hospital, which he and Elena had just left.
"I don't believe in prophecy as you do. I am a doctor and have spent most of my life fighting the so-called prophecies."
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