Chapter 223： "My love-hate relationship with the Hungarian Horntail"

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

In fact, it is almost the same. Nurmengard is equal to 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 lunchtime now, sir."

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

The old man became more and more casual when he was with me... Sean sat up from the cushion with a slightly embarrassed expression on his face.

Grindelwald just didn't see it, he stood in front of Sean casually: "How? Fire dragon? Phoenix? Unicorn?"

He really 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 vague, and even I can't see an accurate picture. However, it can be guessed."

Grindelwald shrugged: "Almost all wizards who have both Transfiguration and Fantastic Beasts will have this scene, and in their first transfiguration as Animagus, they will experience a choice. This choice. Very subtle, wizards naturally know how to choose, but very few people choose to transform into a magical animal Animagus, because that would have unpredictable consequences."

Sean frowned suspiciously, he didn't feel the so-called "natural choice" when he was deforming.

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, which twitched into the high-necked trench coat that the other party often wears, "the lightning is coming too fast, and the spell of Animagus will give priority to strong enough. creatures, and the second heartbeat you perceive has not had time for the heartbeat of an ordinary animal."

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

It turned out to be like this... However, I also sensed other heartbeats, why didn't I have a choice among the magical beasts?

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

"Sir, as long as you want, it should be fine, right?" Sean didn't quite understand why the other party would envy him. Grindelwald's achievements in transfiguration are very deep, and a fire dragon is not enough for a wizard like him. Is it a small pet?

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

"Please say, sir, I'd be happy to help." A debt is always repaid.

Grindelwald suddenly smiled proudly: "Have you heard of Nurmengard Day?"

"Yes."

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

The types of events are all kinds of strange, and the content is completely determined by Grindelwald. It may be a grand Quidditch match, or it may be a food party in various places.

Of course, under the atmosphere of Nurmengard, the most popular content is various wizard competitions, such as the Transfiguration Competition, the Potions Competition, and the like, and the top few will receive good prizes.

"Nurmengard Day is coming soon, and the game has to be held after all," Grindelwald smiled like a shameless old thief, "Unfortunately, Mr. Chancellor of this castle, that is me, because then a little bit Accident."

He blinked: "Not enough prizes..."

"Huh?" Sean didn't respond.

Grindelwald has lived for so many years, and there should be a lot of private possessions. It's really not good. It should be possible to teach some magic spells, right?

The old man on the opposite side looked like an old fox: "To be precise, there is only one real prize left. Oh, Sean, don't look at me like that, as the principal, I have contributed enough spells to go out, and the rest Those spells are either too early for the students, or..."

He said it very naturally: "Either, those spells cost me a lot of effort, and I always feel like I'm at a loss to teach others in a small game. Also, I'm not very satisfied with the performance of the students recently - look, I'm a little unhappy that a second-year student of yours is doing so well and they're underwhelming under the elite education of Nurmengard, and it's time for the reward to be cut."

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

Blame... blame me? The corners of Sean's mouth twitched. Is it okay to perform too well?

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

You taught me a lot of the spells I learned! You allow me to do whatever I want in Nurmengard Castle!

Of course, as a vested interest, Sean didn't say it, and he still wanted to be ashamed.

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

Is it to let yourself go to the first place? But it's another matter if you can't fight for it. Even if you win, then the second and third place will also be awarded prizes?

"I originally wanted you to win the championship. After all, you are good enough and insidious enough. I can still cheat for you if you can't do it-" Grindelwald didn't have any embarrassed expression on his face. He said it very naturally, as if he was the principal , it is right and proper to help students in other schools to cheat...

"However, there is a very serious question—" He sighed regretfully, "I still have to give awards to the second and third places. I also set up a progress award or something, hell, why did I think so much at that time? And , These little guys have been a little slack recently, I have to find a reason to deduct their entertainment time on weekends, and then go to the 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've already thought of a name for this competition, 'My love-hate relationship with the Hungarian Horntail', how about it?"

Sean: "..."

Sean: "?!"

This old man is designated to be seriously ill!

...

Saturday a week later.

Today, the atmosphere in Nurmengard has become extremely hot. The annual Nurmengard Day is here. Fire-red decorations are hung in the castle. The uniforms of the students are also enchanted. Fire dragons and phoenixes Soaring around the Deathly Hallows, the school badge shone with light.

"Should Hogwarts also have a school day or a school day or something?" The three of Ravenclaw were on their way to the square, Hermione said while looking around.

"I heard that this is a competition event, and many people will be rewarded." 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 props or a powerful spell - of course, if it suits me, I will also participate Yes! I have to look at my current strength-" Hermione kept saying this, the girl's competitiveness was aroused.

Sean smiled embarrassingly, he had already decided to participate in the competition, but——

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

"Sean, be bold, you are a fire dragon with a human mind!" This is what Grindelwald told him to encourage him-probably encouragement...

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

Grindelwald gave Sean the task of defeating all the challengers, so that they could not get a prize - although Grindelwald did not prepare a prize at all.

As for how to deal with the whereabouts of Sean's 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 flag of Nurmengard was hung everywhere, symbolizing the The fiery red of power and reincarnation, the jet black symbolizing death, the two-color flag fluttering in the wind, the two colors sparkling and interlaced.

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 little wizards around the world.

Students of all skin colors and looks gathered together, all of them were in high spirits, with pride and confidence on their faces.

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

There was a huge cheer and applause from the crowd, and the prestige of the headmaster 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 arena, and the students looked at him with almost frenzied eyes.

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

In the center of the dueling arena, 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 sell a word-" Grindelwald's loud voice echoed on the duel arena, "These are your prizes this time. The bigger the golden egg, the more valuable the reward inside."

"A work of an alchemist? A powerful spell? Or some kind of extremely magical material?" His voice was stunned, very seductive. "The final winner will know the true meaning of the prize."

There's a **** in it... Sean sneered.

Those golden eggs are still packed into the box by themselves.