Cynthia skipped eagerly over to Tver's side and helped him take off his coat.
"Thank you." No matter how many times it happened, Tver was always pleasantly surprised by her thoughtfulness. "Actually, you don't have to do this every time."
Cynthia ignored him, hanging up his coat before giving his back a gentle push with both hands.
"Come and see," the girl said excitedly. "I made lots of delicious food for you!"
Propelled forward, Tver arrived at the dining table and was indeed surprised by the lavish dinner.
"I know you've already had dinner, so the roast turkey and such are for the professor, while the desserts are—"
"Why is there only one pudding left?!"
Cynthia immediately turned her gaze toward the prime suspect.
"Don't just stand there," Grindelwald said, pretending not to have heard her as he waved Tver over. "Are you enjoying being a professor that much now? You even prepared presents for your students."
Tver smiled and pulled the puffed-up girl down to sit with him before turning to his teacher.
"We played a game. I promised the winning students Christmas presents."
Cynthia set the last pudding in front of him and asked eagerly, "What kind of game was it?"
Grindelwald looked at him with a trace of interest as well.
"Thank you."
Tver then explained the game to them.
"It was really just a simple snowball fight, mainly to help the students develop an understanding of advanced magic. After all, the earlier they start on these things, the better."
Understanding dawned on Grindelwald's face. That was how he had taught Tver back then. After Tver learned the Shield Charm and Fiendfyre, he had let him try Protego Diabolica.
Originally, he had merely wanted Tver to experience the feeling of combining different spells, so that he could