Because of the students, Tver received even more gifts this year—enough to nearly fill his wallet.
The most numerous were Christmas chocolates in every imaginable flavor. One young witch had even slipped a love potion into hers, and it was promptly destroyed.
Books came next. Everyone seemed to think he was someone who loved reading.
That was not wrong, exactly. It was just that Tver had long since read any books useful to him that could be bought in bookstores.
What he lacked now were books unknown to the public, or even books that people were not allowed to know about. So he took only a few interesting ones and left the rest with his teacher.
Even so, this Christmas holiday made him feel more relaxed than ever before.
In the past, he only took a break on Christmas Eve. Now, he had learned to enjoy this kind of leisure.
With Cynthia's meticulous care, his teacher also took the opportunity to talk with him about many things—
Magic, old memories, methods of beguiling people, and so on.
Grindelwald was not the only one relaxing his mind.
More than half a year spent walking among Muggles seemed to have given the first-generation Dark Lord a clearer view of his past experiences.
"Only by learning to enjoy life can you find greater motivation to keep moving forward," Grindelwald said wistfully.
On the morning of the last day of the holiday, after Tver and his teacher finished breakfast, they strolled around the University of Vienna together.
Since it was Christmas, there were not many students on campus. Most of those walking around were elderly professors from the university.
"The one who just passed by studies astrophysics. He's always carrying around star charts I can't understand. To be honest, I couldn't even tell they