Chapter 225： You'll be the dragon, I'll be Sean

The group in front of me is made up of Nurmengard students from multiple grades, but it seems that they are not too familiar with each other?

The four of them stood scattered, the third-year girl had a calm expression, but kept looking at the other people, as if she wanted to ask for advice or something.

Patricia De Lanzar, who had met before, stood at the front, staring at Sean excitedly. Even though the blond fat man stood on the duel stage, he was still chewing food in his mouth, and his eyes, which had been accumulated into two slits by the fat, could not see where he was looking.

The youngest second-year boy was wearing a gorgeous top hat. He stared at Sean's legs while cutting the gold-rimmed cards in his hand, blinking much faster than normal.

"Sean Wallup." Sean said his name first as a courtesy.

"Sean, we already know each other, hee hee." De Lanzar looked familiar.

"But we're not familiar enough to call them by their first names, Miss Delansalle." Sean pouted.

"Hugo Barbarossa, hey man, I didn't expect it to be against you, can you show me the blasting spell you used that day? I could use the best hot dog in the whole of Nurmengard as Reward." The fat man interrupted the conversation between the two of them with anticipation on his face.

Looking at the other party's body shape, Sean doesn't doubt this guy's ability to identify food, but is the other party a fanatical wizard with Explosion Curses?

In the history of the wizarding world, an organization once appeared. They called themselves the Explosion Cult, and they were keen on all magic spells related to explosions. He was killed by himself when he was blown up, and the Explosion God Cult disappeared.

"We're here for a duel, not a party." The third-year girl reminded her teammates, then looked at Sean and said, "Savanna Minsk, third-year student, it's an honor to duel with you, Mr Wallup."

He looks like a normal person... Sean's eyes turned to the last boy, the only one of his age present.

"Ian Teich," the boy said very quickly, "I'm a big fan of you! I was there the whole time when you were dueling that day! God, what a wonderful illusion and disillusionment spell! Yes! That's great! You're very good at distracting your enemies! Nice to meet you, oh, can you avoid my hat when I start? It's my favorite one, I don't want it to be broken ——But when I knew I was fighting against you, I put it on immediately, which can show my respect for you!"

"Oh...thank you...I'll try to avoid it, if I can..." Sean raised his brows, when did he still have Nurmengard's 'fans'?

Freak combination... He immediately came to the conclusion that the combination in front of him didn't look like a duel at all, he seemed to be the target of a visit.

"The two sides retreated to the side of the stage and prepared for a duel." Professor Goodman, the referee, waved his hand.

"It's still the old rule, Hugo is the main attack, Patricia and I are in charge of coordination, and Ian is in charge of interference," Minsk said.

But several other people didn't take her words to heart at all.

They were negotiating on their own how to get closer to Sean.

"Eat, no one can refuse delicious food!"

"That's you. I think it can be exchanged for knowledge. I still have a few magic spell books. Although they are all small incantations, Sean should like it, right?"

"A gorgeous top hat can break anyone's defenses."

"Damn it..." Minsk groaned. Why were his teammates already thinking about how to please their enemies?

Is this what Professor Grindelwald meant by "power will emerge"?

The four of them were only 'acquainted' before the game, but Grindelwald gathered a few people together, and Minsk knew that the other three were just like him, and they all came for a certain purpose.

Professor Grindelwald says they will get what they want...but, there is no sign...

Is it because of the guy on the other side? Minsk looked up at Sean, who was gently rubbing the ring on his hand, wondering what he was thinking.

As a smart person, Minsk would never deny Sean's excellence, but she also had a hard time understanding why a second-year wizard could give herself and the four of them what they wanted.

She doesn't know about the other three, but Minsk is very clear about what she wants, which is power, power without any moisture or restrictions, and she doesn't want to be like her own family forever.

Sean on the other side looked strange, and a voice suddenly sounded beside him.

"This is the template for you to practice spells, Sean, like this - a disillusionment spell that no one will find out." Grindelwald's voice suddenly rang out beside the empty body.

"..." Sean was speechless for a while, why did Grindelwald hide beside him? !

"The main point of the phantom body spell is that when manipulating magic power, let the magic power cover different amounts of magic power on different parts of the body according to the body shape and corresponding movements."

The corner of Sean's mouth twitched, his lips twitched slightly, and he whispered, "Although I appreciate your teaching, is it necessary to have class at this time? Sir..."

"Just to mention it by the way, progress requires constant study." Grindelwald's tone was relaxed, "Ah, yes, I'm here to replace you, in the corner of the room just now, twist the right arm of the armor on the shelf, and there will be A passage can go down. Well, I have prepared a beautiful lair for you, so that you can feel more immersive when you appear as a fire dragon later."

"There's no need to be so troublesome..." Sean said helplessly, "Besides, let me go, sir, what do you mean?"

"Is it hard to understand? Your next identity is Hungarian Tree Peak, but Sean Wallop himself can't disappear."

"No, sir..." Sean had already guessed what the other party was thinking.

Does the other party want to be like him?

"Is my plan perfect?" Grindelwald's voice was excited.

"...with all due respect, sir, very naive..."

"Sean, it's fun, as the principal turns into a student and duels with his own children, ha-how fun~"

At this time, Professor Goodman in the center of the dueling platform has raised his wand.

"Both sides salute."

Sean bowed his head and said to the air around him, "Please, sir, don't do anything weird with my identity, okay?"

"I assure you, my boy, ha—"

Sean doesn't think the old man's words are credible...

"The duel begins!"

As soon as the words fell, the other group of four immediately raised their wands. Although they were excited, they were still very cautious about the duel.

"Dust ()!" Just as Sean's wand was raised, a voice came from beside him, and Grindelwald used his voice to quickly chant the spell.

"Boom!" The same dust-raising spell, but a completely different effect!

With the cooperation of the venue, Sean's dust-raising spell can block the line of sight, but Grindelwald's spell directly summoned a huge tornado!

The surrounding soil, stones, and even some small rocks were swept into the sky, not the duel stand, but the entire stand was shrouded in dust!

Sean is in the eye of the wind, only here is a 'pure land'.

The corners of his mouth twitched violently, and then he looked to the side.

Sure enough, Grindelwald's figure emerged from the air.

"Nice spell?" he smiled.

Sean laughed dryly: "It's pretty good, sir..."

"Okay, it's time for you to complete your mission, we—see you later."

Sean hesitated for a while, and finally sighed and cast the Illusory Body Charm, then walked towards the lounge just now.

"Mr. Grindelwald, please remember, I'm only in the second grade!" He finally turned around and warned anxiously.

"Don't worry, I'm a professional in camouflage." Grindelwald's body has begun to twist.

Hope...

In the dusty sky, everyone on the wooden stand covered their eyes and noses.

"Sean, he improved the Dust Charm again?" Hermione took out a pair of glasses from somewhere and drove it to the bridge of her nose She squinted at the duel stage, but couldn't see anything.

Daisy on the side was wearing glasses of the same style. She covered her mouth and nose and said in a muffled voice, "I don't know, but if it's Sean, it seems normal?"

On the duel stage, the group of four never expected the effect of the Dust Raising Charm to be so exaggerated. They stood back to back and cast the Iron Armor Charm in front of them.

"Damn it... he still kept his hand on the day of the duel?" In the sandstorm, Hugo stood at the front and took on most of the dust.

"He will detect magic spells, pay attention to defense first!" Minsk exclaimed.

However, until the dust dissipated, no spells flew towards them.

The vision finally became clearer, and several people raised their wands to look at where Sean was standing.

There was a circle there, clean and free of any dust, and Sean Wallup was standing in it with a smile on his face.

"What does he want to do..." Several people became vigilant, and then quickly cleaned up the stones and other things around them.

"Several, shall we make a bet?" Sean said with a smile.

He stood there casually, wand swirling in his hand.

"Oh? Come and listen?" Except for Minsk, the other three were interested.

"Like," Sean tossed his wand high and grabbed it firmly, "if I win, how about you do me a favor?"

"Interesting..." Patricia licked her lips, with an excited expression on her wild face, "What if you lose?"

"Losing?" Sean frowned and thought.

Suddenly, his smile grew brighter.

"is it possible?"

The overwhelming blue flames rose wildly!