Chapter 223 "My Love-Hate Relationship with the Hungarian Horntail"

Grindelwald, wearing a smoking shirt at home, walked in naturally, as if he were walking into his own living room.

In fact, it's almost the same. Nurmengard is his private castle. However, does Grindelwald still smoke? Sean thought so.

"Good day, sir." Sean greeted, and he was not surprised by Grindelwald's sudden appearance.

"Good morning, Sean," Grindelwald stretched.

"It's lunch time now, sir."

"Please, today is a day off. The elderly need sleep so much." Grindelwald looked like he had just woken up.

This old man became more and more casual when getting along with me... Sean sat up from the soft cushion, his expression slightly embarrassed.

Grindelwald acted as if he hadn't seen it. He stood in front of Sean casually: "How? Fire dragon? Phoenix? Unicorn?"

Sure enough, he had expected it... Sean nodded: "A Hungarian Horntail... Sir, you have known about it for a long time? Because of the prophet?"

"No, no, no, Sean, you have a misunderstanding about the prophet's ability," he waved his hand, "The future is always vague, and even I can't see an accurate picture. However, you can guess."

Grindelwald shrugged: "Almost all wizards who have both the talent for transformation and the talent for magical animals will have this scene. During their first transformation into Animagus, they will go through a certain choice. This choice It is extremely subtle, and wizards naturally know how to choose, but very few people will choose to transform into the magical animal Animagus, because that will bring unpredictable consequences."

Sean frowned in confusion. He didn't feel the so-called "natural choice" when transforming.

Grindelwald smiled after seeing his expression: "You are a special case. On the one hand, you are close enough to those magical animals, and on the other hand, you are very lucky."

"luck?"

"Yes," Grindelwald touched his velvet smoking shirt. It shook and turned into the high-collar windbreaker that the other party often wore. "Lightning strikes so fast. The Animagus's spell will give priority to targets that are powerful enough." creature, and the second heartbeat you perceive has not yet had time to appear the heartbeat of an ordinary animal."

"So," he spread his hands, "you have no second choice but to become a magical animal."

So that's it... However, I also felt other heartbeats. Why didn't I choose between magical animals?

However, before he could continue to ask questions, Grindelwald said: "But as long as the transformation is successful, hell, the fire dragon is really enviable."

"Sir, if you want, you can do it, right?" Sean didn't quite understand why the other party was envious. Grindelwald had a profound knowledge of transfiguration, and for a wizard like him, a fire dragon was nothing. It's a little pet, right?

"I hate magical beasts..." Grindelwald frowned, "Let's not talk about it anymore, Sean, I came to you because I need your help with something."

"Please, sir, I'll be happy to help." Favors owed must always be repaid.

Grindelwald suddenly laughed triumphantly: "Have you ever heard of Nurmengard Day?"

"Yes."

Nurmengard Day falls on the fourth Saturday of January every year, just one week away. This day was set by Grindelwald, and the castle will hold a celebration-like event on that day.

There are various types of activities, and the content is completely determined by Grindelwald. It may be a grand Quidditch game, or it may be a food party in various places.

Of course, in the atmosphere of Nurmengard, the most common content is the various wizard competitions, such as the Transfiguration Competition, the Potion Competition, and the like. The top few will receive good prizes.

"Nurmengard Day is coming soon, and the competition must be held after all," Grindelwald smiled like a shameless old thief. "Unfortunately, the headmaster of this castle, that is, me, because of such a little Accident."

He blinked: "The prize is not enough..."

"Huh?" Sean didn't respond.

Grindelwald has lived for so many years, so he must have a lot of secrets. If that doesn't work, he should be able to teach some magic spells, right?

The old man opposite looked like an old fox: "To be precise, there is only one physical prize left. Oh, Sean, don't look at me like that. As the principal, I have contributed enough magic spells, and the rest Those curses are either too early for students, or they are..."

He said it very naturally: "Either it takes a lot of effort on my part to teach those magic spells to others, and I always feel that it is too much of a loss to teach them to others for a small competition. Moreover, I am not very satisfied with the recent performance of the students - look, You, a second-year student, have performed so well, but they are vulnerable to Nurmengard's elite education. This makes me a little unhappy, and it's time to reduce the rewards."

Grindelwald finally came to the conclusion: "Without comparison, there is no harm. This is mainly your fault, Sean."

Blame...blame me? The corner of Sean's mouth twitched. Isn't it okay to be too good?

And... Sean looked at Grindelwald, who was twirling his short beard.

Many of the magic spells I learned were taught by you! You still allow me to do whatever I want in Nurmengard Castle!

Of course, as a vested interest, Sean did not speak out, but he still wanted to lose face.

"Oh, so, what do you want me to do, sir?" Sean asked.

Is it to let yourself fight for the first place? But whether or not you win is another matter. Even if you win, the second and third places will still be given prizes?

"I originally wanted you to win the championship. After all, you are good enough and insidious enough. If it doesn't work, I can help you cheat -" Grindelwald didn't have any embarrassed expression on his face. He spoke very naturally, as if he was the principal. , helping students from other schools cheat is a matter of course...

"But, there is a very serious question -" he sighed regretfully, "I still have to give out rewards to the second and third places. I also set up progress awards and so on before. Damn it, why did I have to think about it so much? And? , these little guys have been a little slack recently, I have to find a reason to deduct their entertainment time during weekends, and then go to training camp and so on——"

"So, I thought of a way... that is, let everyone not get the ranking..."

"Then, what do you want me to do..." Sean suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Ha-" Grindelwald laughed wildly, "I have already thought of a name for this competition, 'My Love and Hate with the Hungarian Horntail', how about it?"

Sean: "..."

Sean: "?!"

This old man must be seriously ill!

…

A week later on Saturday.

Today, the atmosphere in Nurmengard has become extremely hot. The annual Nurmengard Day has arrived. The castle is decorated with fiery red decorations, and the uniforms of the students have also been enchanted. Fire dragons and phoenixes Soaring around the Deathly Hallows, lights flashed on the school badge.

"Should Hogwarts also have a school anniversary or a school day or something like that?" Hermione said as the Ravenclaws were on their way to the square.

"I heard that this is a competition-type event, and many people will get rewards." Daisy said.

"Sean, you can give it a try. Mr. Grindelwald seems to be very generous. Maybe he will reward you with some rare alchemy items or a powerful magic spell. Of course, I will also participate if it suits you." Yes! I have to see my current strength-" Hermione kept saying this, and the girl's competitive spirit was aroused.

Sean smiled. He had already decided to participate in the competition, but——

He does not compete as a contestant, but as a competition event...

"Sean, be brave, you are a fire dragon with human thinking!" This is what Grindelwald said to him to encourage him - probably to encourage...

Yes, he will be the boss of this Nurmengard Day game...

The task Grindelwald gave Sean was to defeat all challengers so that they would not get a single prize - although Grindelwald had not prepared any prizes at all.

As for the whereabouts of Sean's body after he turns into a fire dragon, Grindelwald has his own way.

Several people arrived at the huge square in front of the castle. The place had completely changed its appearance. The huge surrounding duel arena was built with magic, and the flags of Nurmengard were hung everywhere. The fiery red symbolized power and reincarnation, and the jet black symbolized death. The two-color flags fluttered in the wind, and the two colors sparkled. Luminous interlaced flows.

The number of students in Nurmengard is much larger than that of Hogwarts. Most of the students here come from all over Europe. Of course, there are also many other young wizards from all over the world.

Students of all colors and looks gathered together. They were all full of energy, with pride and confidence on their faces.

Everyone sat down in positions surrounding the duel arena. On the high platform, Grindelwald walked out in gorgeous robes.

A huge burst of cheers and applause broke out from the crowd, and the prestige of this principal in Nurmengard was evident.

Grindelwald smiled, and he gently stretched out his hand to press it. Suddenly, there was no sound in the huge duel field, and the students looked at him almost with fanatical eyes.

"My children," he opened his hands, "the annual Nurmengard Day has come again, and today I have something for you."

In the center of the duel field, a wooden box rose from the center of the rock. It slowly opened, and several golden eggs of different sizes appeared inside.

"Please allow me to give you a hint -" Grindelwald's huge voice echoed above the duel field, "These are your prizes this time. The bigger the golden egg, the more valuable the reward inside is."

"A work by a master alchemist? A powerful magic spell? Or some extremely magical material?" His voice was frustrated and very tempting. "The final winner will know the true identity of the prize."

There's a butt in there... Sean cursed.

Those golden eggs were put into the box by myself.

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