v2 Chapter 470： Uninvited "Grindelwald"

Gellert Grindelwald.

The old man with a wild smile stepped on the grass steadily, with his hands behind his back, he greeted everyone calmly and happily.

Sean's eyes widened for a moment, Grindelwald? !

Isn't he still under the invisibility cloak on Huxin Island?

Moreover, the current headmaster of Nurmengard is Vita Rozier. Although the change of the headmaster was caused by external factors, the position of the headmaster has indeed been changed. The necessary feeling...

However, it was also a moment of daze, and Sean immediately thought that, as before, as the chairman of the International Federation of Wizards, Grindelwald could not be present in person for ulterior reasons, so his saints often took compound prescriptions The decoction is temporarily impersonating, and Sean has also done this kind of thing.

The Grindelwald in front of me should not be my own...

Nurmengard's shocking appearance made the students at Hogwarts sluggish for a moment, until Dumbledore walked forward, and they applauded in hindsight.

"Oh, hahaha, Albus, my old friend." Grindelwald's face was filled with a happy smile.

"Gellert, I thought you wouldn't come." Dumbledore also greeted him with a smile.

Like an old friend I haven't seen in a long time.

Sean, who was watching from behind, even felt an unreal feeling. Since that night in Paris, Grindelwald and Dumbledore have almost broken up.

Grindelwald was extremely dissatisfied with Dumbledore's distrust of himself and instead cooperated with the returnees, and even didn't want to hear Sean's analysis.

And Dumbledore seems to have the source of distrust of Grindelwald - the terrible truth hidden behind the blood alliance.

The grievances between the two old men, let alone Sean, an outsider, Sean suspects that the two of them can't figure it out themselves.

Therefore, when the two greeted each other so warmly, Sean didn't know how to describe his mood for a while.

However, it was this greeting that made Sean sure that the Grindelwald in front of him was not himself.

The will of the world still needs to be concealed. Grindelwald will not go out of the island in the lake. Although Grindelwald in front of him greets Dumbledore enthusiastically, he always has an unnatural feeling.

Only someone like Sean or Dumbledore who knew him so well would have noticed.

Another person who could also sense it came forward, it was the current principal of Nurmengard, Vita Rosier.

"Professor Rozier, it's been a long time, how are you doing?" Dumbledore greeted with the same enthusiasm.

Vita Rozier smiled back: "Very good, thank you for your concern, Professor Dumbledore."

"This is?" Dumbledore raised his doubts at the right time. It seemed that he didn't know that Grindelwald would come.

Professor Rozier explained with a smile: "Mr. Chairman feels that events like the Final Four are not only the affairs of various schools of magic and the Ministry of Magic of various countries, but also the International Federation of Wizards and Wizards should pay more attention. The chief referee of the second jury."

Dumbledore laughed: "Gellert, the temporary change personnel really caught me off guard."

"Albus, you're really joking—the Final Four is so important, as the new chairman, of course I have to take care of it—wouldn't it be causing you trouble?"

"Of course not, Gellert."

"That's good, that's good, but I still have to apologize, as the referee, I shouldn't be in Nurmengard's team, but - after all, I'm the former headmaster of Nurmengard, for this The school has deep feelings, and I hope you can forgive my little selfishness. Of course, don’t worry, I will definitely judge fairly.”

"It's certainly not something I'm worried about—haha, welcome, you're welcome to come with the Nurmengard team—"

After the simple greeting was over, the students of Nurmengard came forward under Professor Rosier's signal.

It was the same as before, everyone was standing upright, with high-necked trench coats and standard boots meticulous.

Sean tilted his head and looked over, just in line with the eyes of a little fat man.

It's Hugo Barbarossa, one of the original members of the Golden Dawn and a suspicious candidate for gluttony in Sean's heart.

In addition to using the space connection of the Golden Dawn badge, he and several members of the Golden Dawn in Nurmengard have never met. After a few years, Hugo, who was already amazing in size, has completely developed into a huge bucket, soft and soft. The blond hair stuck to his head like the ears of wheat on the corks of wine barrels.

Hugo saw Sean as well, and he kept his straight posture, although his size looked a bit comical - he gave Sean a quiet wink as a greeting.

Sean also smiled and waved, and then he saw other Golden Dawn members, Yoon Teich, a Confusion spell player who likes top hats and loves to collect playing cards. The other party was accustomed to blinking frequently after seeing Sean. His eyes blinked faster—he seemed to be expressing his excitement in that way.

Savannah Minsk from the Russian brokerage family is now in sixth grade. She wears a pair of glasses and looks wise and confident - she nodded slightly when she found Sean, and she had the demeanor of a cold and strong man.

Another Patricia De Lanzar was also on the team, this **** and hot girl is a transfiguration expert, and quite combative - after seeing Sean, she daringly winked over .

Sean smiled helplessly and waved his hand. He never had anything to do with Patricia. When several people communicated remotely through badges, the girl often spoke amazingly.

In addition to the members of Golden Dawn, Sean also met several familiar faces, including the president of the Nurmengard Student Union, Morgens Daniels, who joined Sean during the summer vacation.

Daniels stood at the front of the team and looked like a favorite for the Nurmengard Warriors this time around.

All the personnel of the three schools arrived at Hogwarts, and the welcome party came to an end for the time being. The students of Hogwarts returned to the auditorium to discuss their experiences, while the guests who had come from afar needed to be reorganized.

Half an hour later, Dumbledore tapped the glass lightly.

"Quiet, everyone—"

When there was no sound in the auditorium, he clapped his hands lightly: "Let's welcome the guests from afar—"

To thunderous applause, Dumbledore shouted: "Beauxbatons!"

The doors of the auditorium opened, and the uniformed Beauxbatons filed in, both male and female, with confident and soft smiles on their faces.

The silver light fell, and Furong's sister Gabriel danced lightly and came to the front.

Along with the dance, each of Beauxbaton's students walked forward with small steps, and silver butterflies flew out of their uniforms and gathered in front of Gabriel.

The silver light converged, and when everyone reached their positions, Gabrielle made an elegant jump to drive the silver light to explode, and the school badge of Beauxbatons appeared in the mid-air of the auditorium.

Amid the cheers and applause, Dumbledore continued to shout: "Durmstrong!"

"Winter!" The sound of the sticks hitting the ground in unison was the first sign of Durmstrang's appearance.

They were wearing fur coats, but their chests were open, and everyone looked straight ahead.

"Roar—" In the unknown syllable, they strode toward the auditorium while tapping the ground with a rhythm similar to a war dance.

The cane smashed sparks on the slate bricks, and the huge pressure was a greeting from Durmstrang. They stepped forward with a low growl, and then stood still.

A student took out his wand and raised it to his lips, and after blowing it violently, the flames circled and rose into the air, smashing the school badge of Beauxbatons, and the logo belonging to Durmstrang danced violently in the air.

"Nurmengard!"

Without unnecessary voices or unnecessary movements, the elites of Nurmengard walked in two columns.

Their movements were uniform, except for the sound of the boots landing, there was no other movement, only a forceful aura and arrogant self-confidence.

As they walked forward, they activated their own magic power, and everyone present noticed that a huge magic power was rapidly forming in the auditorium.

Durmstrang's badge trembled.

"Shh—" The uniform voice fell, and the flame badge in mid-air whined and dissipated, but the flame did not disappear, but was absorbed by the huge magic power.

Then, the magic power exploded.

The flame was endowed with new magic, it turned into a golden-red fireball and hit the wall, and then spun rapidly.

The entire auditorium was surrounded by golden-red flames, and Daniels stepped out of the team and raised his wand indifferently and waved gently—the golden-red flames that illuminated the entire auditorium were split into two pieces.

The dragon roar and the phoenix ming sounded together, and the golden-red flames quickly returned to their place.

The logo of the Deathly Hallows emerged, and fire dragons and phoenixes were wanton surrounding.

Dumbledore clapped his hands.

"Welcome, welcome to the warriors of Beauxbatons, Durmstrang, and Nurmengard, welcome to Hogwarts!"

Thunderous applause.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts, and - especially - distinguished guests," said Dumbledore, looking at the foreign students with a smile, "it is with great joy that I welcome you to Ho Gwartz. I hope and trust that you will be comfortable and happy here."

"The Tournament will officially begin at the end of the banquet," said Dumbledore. "I now invite everyone to indulge in delicious food, just like in their own home!"

Dumbledore sat down, with Grindelwald and Karkaroff by his side. Sean saw that Karkaroff seemed to want to come up and talk, but when Grindelwald didn't move, he didn't seem to dare.

There were two empty chairs beside the teacher's long table, as if they were waiting for someone to come in.

"Interesting..." Sean chuckled lightly.

A mountain of food appeared on the plate, and the students all ate.

Halfway through the enjoyment, the atmosphere in the auditorium was already lively, and people from other schools scurried from time to time to talk and discuss.

"Hey, Sean, do you see that pair of sisters?" Fred and George didn't know when they came over.

Sean raised his eyebrows: "Well, what's wrong?"

Fred gave a wicked smile. "The boys are obsessed, especially our stupid little brother—"

Sean looked in the direction Fred was pointing, and sure enough, Ron was looking at Fleur with an obsessive look on his face.

"Silly boy," George sneered, "I've inquired about it, the older one is Fleur Delacour, and the younger one is her sister Gabriel, both of whom have Veela blood."

"Obviously, but you two aren't obsessed?" Sean teased.

The twins gave him a startled look, as if Sean had said something terrible.

"Don't be stupid, mate, although Beauxbatons has beautiful women, Durmstrang has Krum, Victor Krum!"

"Okay—" Shaun shrugged, ignoring Krum's appeal to Quidditch aficionados.

Hermione frowned on the side: "It's a bit strange, I have seen the introduction of the Bulgarian Quidditch national team, Krum is indeed their Seeker, but according to official information, he should have graduated in the first half of the year. That's right."

"Oh? Krum is now, an eighth grader?" Sean asked curiously.

"According to the data, it looks like this."

"Is that so..." Sean looked at Krum and then at Furong. According to Hermione, Furong should also be an "eighth grader"?

The two who were supposed to graduate came to participate in this semi-final competition as students. It seems that Beauxbatons and Durmstrang are a little out of touch...

I don't know how Dumbledore and Rozier agreed.

Just as he was talking, Fred suddenly shouted: "Look, someone is coming again, is it from the Ministry of Magic?"

Sean heard the words and looked, a man and a woman walked in one after the other, Dumbledore stood up and greeted them.

During the period, Grindelwald turned his head leisurely, and Sean saw that the two people from the Ministry of Magic had obvious backward movements.

Everyone knows their own ingredients... Sean chuckled inwardly.

When the dinner was over, Dumbledore stood up.

"Allow me to introduce two new guests, Amelia Burns, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and International Affairs and Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic—" The stern-faced woman stood up and nodded, reaping a moment Sparse applause.

"This is Mr. Ludo Bagman, Director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic."

The applause for Mr. Bagman was noticeably louder, but it was limited to that.

The Hogwarts students are not impressed with the Ministry of Magic right now - thanks Umbridge.

Under Dumbledore's signal, Filch hummed a box and sent it to the front.

"As you already know, there will be twelve warriors competing," Dumbledore continued calmly, "each three representing a participating school. We will rate them according to the quality of their completion of each event, three After each event is over, the team with the most points wins. The Warriors are chosen by an impartial pick, and it's the Goblet of Fire."

Having said this, Dumbledore drew his wand and tapped three times on the lid of the box. The lid creaked open slowly.

He reached in and pulled out a large, rough-hewn wooden goblet. The cup itself was inconspicuous, but it was full of bluish-white flames throbbing inside.

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