Chapter 224： strange combination

And the source of those golden eggs, it is estimated that those who know it will twitch their temples.

Those things were props from the Goblet of Fire last time, Grindelwald turned them out in the utility room in the castle - and Sean choked on the dust a few times as he cleaned them...

Of course, the other students were already excited at this meeting, their eyes looking at the golden egg were extremely hot.

Based on previous years' experience, Professor Grindelwald has always been generous in rewarding the strong. Even if it was a food party, he would reward the students with the best cooking skills.

And today's venue obviously needs a duel. In this kind of hard power competition, Professor Grindelwald's prize is even more amazing!

It is said that Senior Stirling, who just graduated last school year, once won the Nurmengard Day competition in a certain year-he directly received a set of magic gold powder that can be used to construct ancient runes.

The magic gold powder is said to be ground by Grindelwald himself, and special materials are added to make it faster when building rune symbols, and your magic power and symbols will be connected more smoothly.

Let me ask, who wouldn't be tempted by this kind of magic material that can't be bought on the market?

Of course, Sean, who was sitting in the seat, was not at all excited. Grindelwald was not ready to give out the prize this time. He had already made up his mind to find an excuse to train the students of Nurmengard.

It's just that this requires you to sell your 'body'...

On the high platform, Grindelwald began to announce the content of this competition.

"The theme of this Nurmengard Day: 'Battle'!"

As soon as the words fell, the students shouted excitedly. For the Nurmengards who worship power, fighting is what they long for!

"All students can participate. This competition is divided into two parts. First is the student duel, and then is the challenge competition to win rewards." , the first and second graders can form a team of ten, the third graders can form a team of seven, the fourth graders can form a team of five, the fifth graders can form a team of three, the sixth graders can form a team of two, and the seventh grade students who are about to graduate , you will fight alone!"

"The duel team will be decided by lottery. In the end, ten teams will be shortlisted to the challenge level. You will face the most severe test!"

"Now," Grindelwald lowered his voice, his expression was serious, but his eyes were full of anticipation, "My children, let me see, as noble wizards, have you paid any attention this year? Work hard, can you match the glory brought by being a wizard!"

Grindelwald's prestige in Nurmengard was unparalleled. His voice seemed to contain magic, and the students at Hogwarts couldn't help but get excited.

Only Sean in the stands was frowning. The more excited these students are now, the more likely he will be beaten later...

Hermione turned her head to look at Sean excitedly: "Sean, let's team up and try it too? I think, the three of us, um, can call Harry and the others, and Stephen Wellen is also one of them. Excellent wizard, but Slytherin..."

She held her chin hesitantly, struggling with the choice of teammates.

Sean looked at the high platform and happened to see Grindelwald in the distance. The other party also cast his gaze over. Although he couldn't see his expression clearly, the strange old man seemed to be smiling...

"Sean, think about it, haven't you always been popular. Do you have any suitable teammates?"

"Well, let me think about it..." Sean pretended to close his eyes slightly, as if thinking about something.

But Grindelwald has said before that he has a way...

Sure enough, at the urging of the anxious Hermione, a loud noise suddenly sounded at an entrance of the stand.

Several people turned their heads to look, and Grindelwald did not know when he came to the crowd, and he was kindly encouraging the students.

"Joshua? Last year's counter-curse was impressive."

"Patricia, last time you turned dead leaves into crows? Ha, Mr. Bata doesn't look good on you."

"Sheldon, there shouldn't be an accidental explosion of the spell this time, right? I said, wizards need to stay focused when casting spells, and trust their spells and wands, kid, don't let me down again. "

Grindelwald seemed to remember the names of all the students. He walked through the crowd, and every student whose name was named by him was full of pride. They stood up straight in front of the principal, like soldiers being inspected by the chief.

A completely different route from Professor Dumbledore... Sean muttered in his heart watching this scene.

Grindelwald is obviously more used to and good at using his personal charm to conquer others. In Nurmengard for so many days, Sean has never seen any student express dissatisfaction with the principal.

On the contrary, whenever Grindelwald's name is mentioned, the students always have pride and respect on their faces.

They adored the headmaster and took pride in being a student of Nurmengard.

Sean couldn't help but think of another aspect. If Grindelwald once again launched a reform war in the wizarding world, the Nurmengard students who have penetrated all over the world over the years will become an extremely terrible help...

While he was thinking, Grindelwald walked to the Hogwarts area talking to the students.

"Oh, children from afar," he opened his hands to the crowd, "Nurmengard treats every wizard the same, I hope you don't have any other concerns during the academic exchange, and enjoy it to the fullest. Everything in this castle, like this festival."

Grindelwald smiled, so forgiving and loving that the students at Hogwarts almost felt like they had seen Professor Dumbledore.

"We also welcome your participation in this competition. If you are good enough, I will be happy to hand over the prizes to you personally."

This time, many students are even more tempted. Although Hogwarts students are inferior to Nurmengard in terms of overall level and average level, there is never a shortage of geniuses in the wizarding world, and outstanding students like Cedric and Percy have begun to gear up.

Grindelwald, pleased with the fighting spirit of the Hogwarts, made his way through the crowd and looked at Sean.

"Oh, oh, look, isn't that Mr. Wallup?" He looked like he wasn't familiar with Sean but had heard of it.

Grindelwald reached out and patted Sean on the shoulder, looking appreciative: "Professor Goodman told me about the dueling class that day, you were amazing, ha, I'm even a little jealous of Dumbledore Headmaster - he has such a wonderful student."

"You're over the top, sir." Sean behaved modestly.

Grindelwald's special praise caught Sean's eyes, and he could even feel the jealous eyes from the Nurmengard student seat.

"Are you going to participate in this competition?" Grindelwald asked.

"It's getting ready, sir."

"Well, yes," he nodded, then put on a thoughtful expression, "Well, I have a small suggestion..."

He laughed. "You're in this game alone, I bet it's impressive."

Grindelwald's proposal surprised everyone, and Hermione even interrupted the other party in a hurry: "Sir, Sean is only a second-year student."

"Don't worry, boy," he stroked his short beard. "In Nurmengard, good wizards always face more, which makes them stronger and stronger, and..."

Grindelwald smiled happily: "Mr Wallop, you trampled my children under your feet in the last duel class, and many of them refused to accept it. I'm going to give them this chance, of course, you will Get preferential treatment - in the first round of the trials, you don't need to participate in the previous competition, you only need to face one team, after winning you will directly enter the second round, and you are guaranteed to win a prize, how about it?"

Sean's mouth twitched, is this how you said it? Why do I feel that the eyes of Nurmengard students looking at me are getting more and more wrong...

Old man, don't give me hatred!

Moreover, what's the use of me entering the second link, even if I win, there is no prize!

"So that's the decision? Wallup, your name is already in the lottery box. If you are willing to participate, just come and prepare at that time. It's okay if you don't come, it's all up to you." Grindelwald's big hand With a wave, he left after leaving such a sentence.

"Why is he...so..." Hermione held back for a long time without saying anything.

Daisy added in a low voice: "So careful - Sean won so many Nurmengard students before..."

"But, he's a principal..." Hermione muttered in dissatisfaction.

Only Sean shrugged his shoulders: "It's okay, just treat it as actual combat training."

He understood that the decision made by Grindelwald was probably impossible to escape. But Sean was very interested in this game, and it was a very valuable experience to be able to duel with different wizards.

In the ring-shaped dueling arena, most of the remaining people chose to sign up, except for some rationalists who believed that their strength was insufficient and students who had not healed.

Today, all the professors and medical staff are dispatched. The professors are in charge of refereeing and protection, while the medical staff are always on call. The duel in Nurmengard is very rough. It is estimated that many students will enter the infirmary today. .

As a player with the early bye right, Sean went to the waiting room early to wait. In the square, the students' duel had already begun.

The lower grade students are far inferior to the upper grade students in terms of magic power and the number of spells they master. Their advantage lies in the larger number of students. If one is not careful, the upper grade students may also overturn.

"Sean, what did you see?" At some point, Grindelwald came to him.

"Um—" Sean thought for a moment, "The choice between teamwork and duel?"

Grindelwald stood beside him, he was a head higher than Sean, with a pleasant and relaxed expression on his face: "No, you should see the emotions of the children. Look, the students of Nurmengard don't care. Whether it's the glory or the prize, they're all excited and nervous, and the Hogwarts students, with their expectations and ambitions, because of the rivalry between the two schools."

"Some people feel remorse because of their careless defeat, some people get a great sense of achievement because they beat the strong, some people feel bad because their opponents are not strong enough, and some people feel bad because their opponents are strong. It's worth thinking about. The scene-"

"Look, Sean," Grindelwald's voice was filled with emotion and fascination, "don't you think you can see a lot of interesting things with so many people and so many different hearts?"

Playing with people's hearts is also a kind of magic... Sean recited in his mind what Grindelwald once taught him.

"There are all kinds of states in the world, this is worthy of taste, and it is worth learning--" Grindelwald sighed, and then changed the subject, "Of course, this is not the point, it takes time for people's hearts to understand, and you still have a long way to go- -Let's talk about what's next?"

"Do I really have to transform into a fire dragon to face so many students?" Sean couldn't help but ask, he still has a sense of unreality.

"Of course, don't be silly my child, this will just help you solidify your Animagus," Grindelwald saw Sean's resentful eyes, his laughter was wild and full of joy, "Of course Well, it's mainly because I can't give out prizes and want to train these slack children, thank you for your help, Sean."

"Should I say you're welcome, sir..." Sean said helplessly.

"Don't worry," Grindelwald put his arms around his shoulders affectionately, "the magic resistance of fire dragons is even higher than your imagination, you just need to pay attention to protecting your eyes - you know that fire dragons are most afraid of eye spells, right? ?"

"I know, but I'm a minor fire dragon..."

"Don't worry, I allow you to bring helpers." Grindelwald raised an eyebrow at him.

"Help...you mean?"

"Of course, the fire dragon that Nurmengard found is naturally different. As a fire dragon, it is not unacceptable to have some good social relations with magical animals~"

Sean nodded suddenly, then almost looked at Grindelwald with contempt.

This old man is so bad...

Grindelwald saw through his thoughts, and then raised the corners of his mouth indifferently: "Remember what I told you? Borrow the power you can control-this is flexibility and strength."

He clenched his fists: "As long as you can control it in your hands, then power is power, and it is essentially no different from your magic power."

Sean blinked, why does he always feel that there is something in the other party's words?

However, Grindelwald didn't say anything more, he left a sentence: "I also prepared a surprise for you", and then floated away.

Looking at the figure of the other party leaving Sean sighed a little tiredly. The famous riddlers in the wizarding world: Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald, do not know these two. What does it look like when people communicate?

"Albus, you understand."

"Gellert, I must point out your shortcomings."

"But that's all for a whole new world."

"But the stars still twinkle, the sun and the moon still rise, we are still us, and the world is still the world."

"The world is us—"

"But we are not the world—"

in this way? It's all about playing riddles?

Sean's head started to swell just thinking about that picture.

Is this the tacit understanding and common ground between the old men?

The duel on the square continued, and after half a day, finally, the final nineteen teams were selected.

Sean will join as the twentieth team, and after the two-by-two, ten teams will advance to the final challenge level.

There was only a huge dueling platform left in the stadium, and the students who did not need to be sent to the infirmary were clamoring in the stands waiting for the game to start.

The first game was Sean's turn.

"How can this fight, I didn't arrange it in advance..." He muttered and walked onto the duel stage, and then saw the opposite team.

There were four of them, one was Patricia, who I had seen wandering out in the middle of the night, and the other was a sturdy, blond, fat man, both of whom were wearing fourth-grade uniforms.

There was another girl in a third-year uniform, with a calm face, who seemed to be the brains of the entire team.

In the end, there was a boy in the second-year uniform. He wore a top hat and kept cutting a deck of cards in his hand. His green eyes were blinking rapidly.

Strange combination... Sean murmured and walked to the stage.