Spotted By Grindelwald And Went To Hogwarts Chapter 223: “My Love and Hate with the Hungarian Horntail”

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

In fact, it's almost the same, Nurmengard is his private castle, but, 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, sir."

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

The old man became more and more casual when getting along with me... Sean sat up from the cushion with a slightly embarrassed expression.

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

As expected, he had expected it... Sean nodded: "A Hungarian Horntail... Sir, you already knew it? Because of the prophet?"

"No no no, Sean, you have misunderstood the ability of the prophet," he waved his hand, "the future is always blurry, even I can't see the exact picture. However, you can guess."

Grindelwald shrugged: "This scene will happen to almost all wizards who have both the talent of transfiguration and the talent of magical animals. In the first transformation of becoming an Animagus, they will experience a certain choice. This kind of choice is extremely subtle, and wizards naturally know how to choose. However, very few people will choose to transform into magical animals Animagus, because it will bring unpredictable consequences."

Sean frowned suspiciously, 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. On the other hand, your luck is too good."

"Luck?"

"Yes," Grindelwald touched his velvet smoking shirt, which trembled and turned into a high-necked windbreaker that the other party often wore. "Lightning strikes too fast, and Animagus' spells will preferentially target sufficiently powerful creatures, and the second heartbeat you perceive has not yet had time for the heartbeat of ordinary animals."

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

So that's the case... However, I also sense other heartbeats, why didn't I choose among Fantastic Beasts?

However, before he continued to ask questions, Grindelwald said: "But as long as the transformation is successful, it will be fine, hell, fire dragon, it's really enviable."

"Sir, as long as you think about it, it should be okay, right?" Sean didn't quite understand why the other party was envious. Grindelwald's knowledge in metamorphosis is extremely deep, and for a wizard like him, a fire dragon is considered a small pet, right?

"I hate Fantastic Beasts..." Grindelwald frowned, "Stop talking about this, Sean, I came to you because I need your help with something."

"Say, sir, I'd be happy to help." Favors are always owed.

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

"Yes."

Numergarde Day falls on the fourth Saturday in January every year, and it is only one week away from now. This day was set by Grindelwald, and the castle will hold a celebration-like event on that day.

The types of activities are varied, 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, under the atmosphere of Nurmengard, the content that appears most is various wizard competitions, such as the Transfiguration Contest, Potion Contest and the like, and the top few will get good prizes.

"Numergarde 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 prizes are not enough..."

"Huh?" Sean didn't respond.

Grindelwald has lived for so many years, so there should be a lot of private possessions. If it is not possible, it should be possible to teach some spells, right?

The old man on the opposite side is like an old fox: "Accurately, there is only one physical prize left. Oh, Sean, don't look at me like that. As the principal, I have already contributed enough spells, and the remaining spells are either too early for the students, or..."

He said it very naturally: "Or, those spells cost me a lot of effort, and I always feel that it is too bad to teach others in a small game. Moreover, I am not satisfied with the performance of the students recently-look, you, a second-year student, performed so well, but they are vulnerable under Nurmengard's elite education. This makes me a little unhappy. It's time to reduce the rewards."

Grindelwald finally came to a conclusion: "There is no harm without comparison, and this is mainly your fault, Sean."

Blame... blame me? The corner of Sean's mouth twitched, is it too good to be good?

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

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

Of course, as a person with vested interests, Sean didn't speak out, so he still has to 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 you can win or not, even if you win, then the second and third places will also be given prizes?

"I originally wanted you to win the championship. After all, you are good enough and insidious enough. If you can't, I can help you cheat—" Grindelwald didn't have any embarrassing expression on his face. He said it very naturally, as if as the principal, helping students from other schools cheat...

"However, there is a very serious problem—" he sighed regretfully, "I still have to give rewards to the second and third place, and I set up progress awards before, why the **** did I think so much at the time? Besides, these little guys have been a little slack lately, I have to find a reason to deduct their entertainment time on weekends, and then go to the training camp or something——"

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

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

"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 is a little seriously ill!

…

Saturday a week from now.

Today, the atmosphere in Nurmengard has become extremely hot. The annual Nurmengard Day is here. The castle is hung with fiery red decorations, and the uniforms of the students have also been enchanted. Fire dragons and phoenixes fly around the Deathly Hallows, and the school emblem is shining with light.

"Shouldn't Hogwarts have a festival like school anniversary or school founding day?" Hermione said as the three of Ravenclaw were on their way to the square.

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

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

Sean smiled sarcastically, he has already decided to participate in the competition, but——

He is not playing as a contestant, but as a competition...

"Sean, be bold, you are a fire dragon with human thinking!" This is what Grindelwald said to him as an encouragement—probably an encouragement...

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

The task Grindelwald entrusted to Sean was to defeat all the challengers, so that they would not get any prizes-although Grindelwald did not prepare any prizes at all.

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

Several people came to the huge square in front of the castle, which has completely changed its appearance. The huge surrounding duel field was built with magic, and the flags of Nurmengard were hung everywhere, the fiery red symbolizing power and reincarnation, and the jet black symbolizing death. The two-color flag fluttered with the wind, and the two colors sparkled and flowed alternately.

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

Students of various skin colors and appearances gathered together, all of them were radiant, with pride and confidence on their faces.

Everyone sat around the dueling arena, and Grindelwald in a gorgeous robe came out from the high platform.

A burst of cheers and applause erupted from the crowd, which showed the prestige of the headmaster in Nurmengard.

Grindelwald smiled, and gently stretched out his hand to press~IndoMTL.com~ Suddenly, there was no sound in the huge duel arena, and the students almost stared at him with fanatical eyes.

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

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

"Please allow me to keep a secret—" Grindelwald's huge voice echoed on the duel field, "These are your prizes this time. The bigger the golden egg, the more valuable the rewards inside."

"A piece of work by a master alchemist? A powerful spell? Or some kind of extremely magical material?" His voice faltered, very tempting, "The ultimate winner will know the true meaning of the prize."

There is a fart in it... Sean slandered.

The golden eggs were put into the box by themselves.

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