Cynthia joyfully approached behind Tewell, helping him take off his coat.
"Thank you," Tewell always felt pleasantly surprised by her thoughtfulness no matter how many times she did it. "Actually, you don't have to do this every time."
Ignoring his words, Cynthia hung up the coat and then gently pushed him forward.
"Come and see," the girl exclaimed excitedly, "I prepared a lot of delicious food for you!"
Being pushed, Tewell walked to the table and indeed felt surprised by the sumptuous dinner.
"I know you've already had dinner, so I'll leave the roast turkey for the teacher, and the desserts—"
"Why is there only one serving of pudding left?!"
Cynthia immediately turned her gaze to the primary suspect.
"Don't just stand there,"
Grindelwald pretended not to hear and waved to Tewell. "Are you enjoying being a professor now? Even preparing gifts for students."
Tewell laughed and pulled the sulking girl to sit down before facing the teacher.
"We played a game, and I promised to give Christmas gifts to the winners."
Placing the last pudding in front of him, Cynthia eagerly asked, "What game was it?"
Grindelwald also looked interested.
"Thank you."
Tewell introduced the game to them.
"It's actually a simple snowball fight game, mainly to cultivate students' understanding of advanced magic. After all, it's better to start early."
Grindelwald looked enlightened. It was he who taught Tewell like this. After he learned the Iron Armor Spell and the Fiery Escape Spell, he let him try the Fire Defense Spell to help him understand the fusion of different magics and deepen his understanding of spells.
Unexpectedly, Tewell mastered the Fire Defense Spell, which he was proud of, in just an afternoon.
It was the first time he strongly realized that Tewell was not just a lucky kid who stumbled into Nurmengard, but the heir given by the heavens!
"Are you planning to cultivate your confidants from Hogwarts students?"
"Not necessarily. The combat ability of Hogwarts students is weaker than that of Durmstrang, but they are more focused on other magics."
Tewell tasted the pudding, the rich lemon scent blooming in his mouth, causing his eyes to squint slightly, showing a very satisfied expression.
Grindelwald remained noncommittal. He was good at Dark Magic and Transfiguration, but he didn't discriminate against White Magic, especially since he had been defeated by someone using White Magic.
Cynthia was very happy, not only because of Tewell's satisfaction with the pudding but also because of his attention to White Magic. Since they met in the first year, Tewell has been studying various magics, among which, the most were extremely eerie Dark Magic!
Even at Durmstrang, no student dared to study such extreme Dark Magic in the first year!
Thinking of this, Cynthia angrily glared at a certain former senior who was expelled last semester because he studied Dark Magic that was too evil.
If you don't teach Tewell those Dark Magic, I'll make lemon-flavored desserts for you every day!
"Oh, by the way," Tewell suddenly said, "I found some students there with interesting characteristics.
Some have weak willpower due to memory loss, and some have weak connections in their willpower because they are twins. These people's souls are very interesting, and studying them can help me—"
"Clang."
"What happened?"
"Nothing, just a slip of the hand." Cynthia quickly picked up her knife and fork.
Grindelwald looked pleased as he talked about soul research; this student could be said to have surpassed him long ago. As for evil, wasn't it just right for him?
"Hogwarts students are relatively more numerous, and they are more accommodating. I think you can achieve a subtle influence through Muggle-born students?"
Tewell was somewhat surprised. The teacher had always had a natural disdain for Muggles, but now he was suggesting such a thing.
"Your idea is excellent. I also think we need to win over the middle ground between Muggles and wizards. They will be our biggest supporters."
"It's you," Grindelwald said with a relieved smile. "This era will eventually belong to you, Tewell."
"Not just you," Cynthia emphasized earnestly, "Tewell and me."
After saying that, everyone laughed joyfully and then continued to enjoy the sumptuous dinner.
To be honest, Cynthia's cooking skills were not on par with Tewell's father, but they were much better than his mother's. Thinking of the Remora fish soup he had before coming here, his desire to taste the cake diminished.
"What's wrong? Does it not suit your taste?" Cynthia asked with concern.
"No," Tewell replied with a smile, "it's just that considering there are so many dishes here, I guess I'll have to wait until Christmas to finish them all."
Cynthia raised her eyebrows excitedly. "Why not rest here tonight? I can help you tidy up the room!"
Before Tewell could answer, she flew upstairs like a diligent little bee.
"Your holiday shouldn't be short. Why not stay here and chat with me?" Grindelwald also suggested.
"Of course," Tewell respectfully agreed. "Besides, I have some questions I want to ask the teacher."
"Oh?" The old man unexpectedly set down his knife and fork. Since last year, Tewell hadn't had any questions to ask him.
"What question could stump you? Tell me, let's study it together."
"It's about a soul. If I give it life force and help it build a body, how can I fully control it?"
"A body built with life force?" Grindelwald pondered for a moment. "Such a body relies heavily on continuous life force supply. Can't you control him by controlling the source of life?"
"He's quite adept at absorbing life force himself. Once released, he can find wizards to supply him with life force on his own."
Grindelwald realized what kind of soul Tewell was talking about. He sneered contemptuously, his tone carrying a hint of ruthlessness, reminiscent of the shadow of the Dark Lord who once made the whole world fear.
"You know about unbreakable vows, right? Bind his soul in a similar way. Destroy him if he goes against your will!"
"I remember this method causes significant damage to the soul, right?"
Tewell hesitated for a moment. He had learned from the teacher how to imprint souls on living people, but that was for living beings. He didn't dare to guarantee that doing the same to an unprotected soul wouldn't lead to accidents.
Grindelwald didn't care at all, even disdainfully saying, "Didn't you say that powerful idiot had several souls? Just use whichever one survives."