By the Black Lake, Grindelwald sat on a rock, panting heavily. He truly couldn't run anymore.
The total amount of exercise he had in Nurmengard over several decades combined couldn't compare to how much he ran this morning.
Actually, he almost gave up at one point, but he couldn't stand it when Karl, that little brat, would stop mockingly at those times,
muttering heart-stabbing words like, "Already tired? Old man, you're not that strong after all."
Grindelwald was so enraged he nearly exploded, only able to exert all his strength to continue chasing.
Damn it! That little brat will be struck by lightning sooner or later! He'd lower the moral standards of hell even if he went there!
Hearing footsteps approach, Grindelwald glanced sideways at the nearing Karl, "How exactly did you steal it, kid?"
"Can't figure it out, can you?"
Karl smiled smugly, feeling that if he didn't tell Grindelwald, the old man would be kept in the dark forever.
He whistled towards the Black Lake, and amidst the churning water, the Giant Squid surfaced.
"Yiya!"
Fire Treasure, who was playing on the Giant Squid's head, quickly flew over clutching a fishing rod, pretending to be exhausted and wanting a hug.
"Good boy~"
Karl patted the little fellow's head, then took the fishing rod and showed it to Grindelwald.
"Behold! A premium fishing rod handcrafted from Acromantula shells, especially the line set, which is made of incredibly tough spider silk, and finally, notice this small grapple hook—its gripping power is invincible!"
Grindelwald: (._.)
"You didn't actually hook the bludgeon from this far away, did you?"
"Of course! It's very simple! Watch closely!"
Karl made a precision cast towards Grindelwald's cabin, and the grapple hook landed accurately on that solitary bludgeon.
What do you call a fishing enthusiast? Although he always fails to catch fish, his equipment and skills are absolutely first-class!
In his previous life, Karl was led down the path of fishing by his father, and every holiday he would go feed fish... bah! Fish!
Aside from the minor issue of not catching fish, he was definitely a master at casting.
"Go!"
With a flick of his fishing rod, the captured bludgeon was directly pulled and flew over.
Perfect hookset!
Grindelwald: —·
No wonder the Trace Charm didn't reveal any traces; it turns out there was no magic, just skill and technique.
"Convinced now? Am I not a genius?"
Facing the smug Karl, Grindelwald couldn't help but roll his eyes, reaching out to snatch the fishing rod, "Alright! This will be your Christmas gift. Now scram, kid!"
"Huh? Didn't I give you so many bludgeons? It's too much for you to snatch my fishing rod too!"
Grindelwald said nothing, just stared at him expressionlessly, and pulled out his wand.
It looked like he was ready to fight at a moment's notice, the kind of fight that would decide both victory and death.
"Ahem! I was just kidding, actually, I prepared a gift for you."
Karl summoned the package from atop the Giant Squid's head into his hands. Because of the Water-Repelling Charm, it hadn't gotten wet.
Grindelwald put away his wand with satisfaction and asked curiously, "What is this?"
Karl opened the package, "Wool socks."
"I thought it was something else, just this—"
"Headmaster Dumbledore's style."
Grindelwald snatched them into his hands, "This is actually quite nice, looks very warm."
Karl: (-_-)
Heh!
Stubborn at first, then respectful! It's laughable to think about!
"I'm leaving, old man. You can fish by yourself. Don't cast spells on the bludgeons; I'll need them later."
"Wait!"
Grindelwald called out to Karl, took a bundle of something from his pocket, and threw it to him, "This is for you."
"What is it?"
Karl caught it and looked, finding it was a black wristband, just a bit too large, feeling like it could be an arm warmer.
"Weren't you eyeing my suitcase?"
"Ah? An Undetectable Extension Charm?"
Karl flipped it over in surprise and indeed found a pocket on the wristband.
He reached in and felt around, finding it had about the space of a large suitcase.
"Wow! You're amazing, old man! This gift is too great! I love it so much!"
Listening to Karl's praise, Grindelwald's smile was harder to suppress than an AK-47. He loved seeing the kid's uncultured look.
"Please sit, sir. I have a question I hope you can answer."
Grindelwald: (one_-)
Heh!
First, then respectful! It's laughable to think about!
"Speak."
Karl assiduously helped Grindelwald onto the Transfigured chair, "Can an Undetectable Extension Charm be used on a ring to make a storage ring?"
"Did you get your head stuck in a door, kid? While anything can be put in if there's enough space, how would you reach into such a small ring to get things out?"
Hearing Grindelwald's words, Karl recalled Newt and Nina's suitcases, and later Hermione's beaded handbag, and Arthur Weasley's car. It seemed that was indeed the case.
When putting things in, the size of the opening doesn't matter, but to take them out, you must use your hand.
"Can't I use a Summoning Charm?"
"You'd still have to reach your hand in! Unless the things inside are alive and can run out on their own!"
Karl sighed with some disappointment, put away the Transfiguration, and left, "Then it's nothing, goodbye."
"Huh?"
Thanks to Grindelwald's stable stance, he quickly assumed a horse stance and didn't fall on his backside when the chair suddenly disappeared.
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