Cynthia's will

After chatting about Voldemort for a while, Tewell and Grindelwald realized that Cynthia hadn't come down yet.

"Does it take this long to tidy up a room?"

"Cynthia may not be a house elf, but it shouldn't take her half a day to clean up."

Grindelwald also seemed puzzled. "Why don't you go check on her?"

Tewell immediately set down his knife and fork.

Although Cynthia's abilities were not on par with his, she still ranked second at Durmstrang.

So, he felt a bit worried even though she should be able to handle herself even in danger.

The lights on the second floor weren't on, only faint moonlight seeped through the windows.

But as he approached the last step of the stairs, he faintly heard a sound –

someone was crying in the room.

"Cynthia?"

He forcefully pushed open the door, and Tewell zoomed into the room with a quick light ball, clearly seeing the scene inside.

Cynthia was kneeling at the door, sobbing, holding a wand, her whole body trembling.

And sprawled on the carpet with limbs outstretched was Tewell himself. But this version of him had a deathly pale face, with congealed blood at the corners of his mouth, indicating that he was dead.

The next moment, Cynthia sniffled and waved the wand towards "him".

"Jest! Jest!"

Hmm, "Tewell" became lively, standing in front of her, wearing a grand suit and holding a bouquet of roses.

"I... I'm sorry."

She simply waved the wand again, and "he" turned into a wisp of black smoke, dissipated in the room.

Along with the disappearance, so did Tewell's luminescent charm, and the room dimmed again.

Only with the aid of the moonlight from outside, Cynthia's vulnerable side could barely be seen.

It was the first time Tewell had seen her like this. Usually, Cynthia always maintained a confident demeanor even in the face of great difficulties.

Of course, with her strength and talent, there usually weren't any obstacles she couldn't overcome.

Tewell looked around and then helped Cynthia up.

Even the most beautiful girl looks unattractive when her face is full of tears and snot, he thought.

"Slurp."

The snot didn't get sucked up.

Amused by the adorable sight of the girl, Tewell shook his head with a light chuckle.

In the dim room, Cynthia could only see a silhouette of Tewell, but in her eyes, this silhouette became clearer and clearer!

Because Tewell was silently approaching her, getting closer and closer, until she could feel his breath and a faint scent emanating from him.

"Boom."

The girl's back gently hit the wall.

Cynthia's heartbeat quickened, especially when Tewell propped his left hand against the wall, leaning towards her face. Her heart felt like it was about to leap out of her throat.

"Let's do something that can only be done with the lights off," Tewell whispered softly in her ear.

"D-d-do... do what?" Cynthia was nervous, gripping her dress tightly, her face flushed as if it were about to explode.

Not sure if she was scared or anticipating, the girl tightly closed her eyes, although her eyelids continued to tremble, revealing her restless heart.

"Turn off the lights."

Tewell chuckled lightly, pressing the switch on the wall. With a "click," the entire room lit up.

He then turned around to observe the room.

The design is very rustic, with only simple bedding and furniture, but it's sufficient.

For him, intricacy and luxury aren't necessities.

Cynthia finally came to her senses, wiped away the tears from her face, blushing as she walked over to Tewell, hesitantly asking, "Was I very embarrassing just now?"

"Of course not. On the contrary, I appreciate your concern," Tewell waved his wand, erasing all traces of magic in the room. "I remember this is a Muggle house. How could there be traces of Borgin here?"

Getting back to business, Cynthia regained her usual competence.

"Actually, this used to be an old wizard's house, but with his passing, all the protective magic in this room gradually dissipated, and it was eventually bought by a Muggle family."

"But there are still some magical traces in the house, which caused the family to move out after two years. It was finally purchased by Mr. Grindelwald."

Tewell nodded approvingly. What he liked most about Cynthia was that whenever he encountered everyday problems, she could always provide detailed answers.

"And the teacher, what has he been doing during this time?"

He wasn't monitoring his own teacher, just worried that after his teacher came out of Nurmengard, it might attract the attention of the Austrian Ministry of Magic, or even the International Confederation of Wizards.

Although Nurmengard was almost like a forgotten place, his teacher's existence still made some old wizards quite wary of the name Grindelwald.

After all, his teacher didn't just rule over Europe with his mouth shut back in the day!

Recalling the past six months, Cynthia quickly but clearly said, "He's been pretending to be a normal Muggle old man."

"At first, he made some faux pas due to being unfamiliar, but by the second day, he could greet and chat with Muggles smoothly."

"According to Mr. Grindelwald, during the day, he would wander around nearby schools to understand Muggles' technological thoughts."

"At night, he basically stayed in his room. I tried to investigate a few times, but he seemed to have noticed."

The girl's face was filled with guilt.

Tewell showed an expression of expectation. "I never intended to hide anything from the teacher, but although he didn't object, don't attempt any more probing actions."

"By the way, did you mention preparing a wand for him?"

Cynthia suddenly looked crestfallen. "I mentioned it a few times, but he said he's a failure and doesn't need to show up again."

Tewell nodded.

He still hoped the teacher could step forward at the right time to help him deal with some troubles.

But he didn't expect that the failures of the past had almost closed his teacher's heart, showing that sometimes, it takes the person involved to resolve the situation.

However, who that person is and who should take action is uncertain. Maybe convincing Dumbledore in the future would also require the teacher to step in?

"You've worked hard during this time," Tewell withdrew his wand, turning to face Cynthia. "But I have one last question."

"Are you really willing to follow me, to pursue that nearly impossible ideal, even if I become a carefree professor at Hogwarts?"

He had only mentioned his biggest ideal to Grindelwald and Cynthia since coming to this world.

Because he was still busy with life, focusing on exploring the secrets of the badge. And his strength wasn't enough to confront the deeply rooted ideas of the wizarding world.

At least he needed to surpass Dumbledore to have that qualification.

Sensing Tewell's solemn mood, Cynthia's expression also became serious, locking eyes with him with a resolute gaze.

"I am willing to follow you for a lifetime," her tone was firm, as if containing infinite strength, "even if this world doesn't accept us!"

Just the thought of overturning the secrecy laws excited her immensely!