Chapter 224: 'Love and Hate Hungarian Horntail”

Chapter 224: “Love and Hate Hungarian Horntail”

Grindelwald, dressed in a casual smoking shirt, strolled in as if entering his living room.

Indeed, Nurmengard was essentially his private castle, but Sean wondered if Grindelwald still smoked.

“Good day, sir,” Sean greeted calmly, unfazed by Grindelwald’s sudden appearance.

“Good morning, Sean,” Grindelwald stretched.

“It’s lunchtime now, sir.”

“Please, today is a day for rest. Even us elderly need our sleep,” Grindelwald replied, appearing as though he had just woken up.

Sean, feeling a bit awkward, sat up from the cushion.

Grindelwald, seemingly oblivious, stood nonchalantly in front of Sean. “So, what’s your Animagus form, Sean? A Hungarian Horntail? A Phoenix? Perhaps a Unicorn?”

Sean nodded, somewhat surprised. “Yes, a Hungarian Horntail. But, sir, shouldn’t you know it beforehand because you are a Seer?”

“No, Sean, you’ve misunderstood the abilities of a Seer,” Grindelwald dismissed.

“The future remains uncertain, and even I cannot see it clearly. However, we can make educated guesses.”

Grindelwald went on to explain, “Most wizards who possess both transformation and magical animal talents will experience a subtle choice during their first Animagus transformation.”

“This choice is incredibly nuanced, and wizards instinctively know how to make it. However, very few opt for a magical animal, Animagus, as it can lead to unpredictable consequences.”

Sean furrowed his brow in suspicion, as he didn’t feel this so-called “natural choice” during his transformation.

Grindelwald chuckled upon seeing Sean’s expression. “You are a unique case. You have a close affinity to magical creatures, and your luck is exceptional.”

“Luck?” Sean asked with his brows raised.

“Yes,” Grindelwald touched his velvet smoking shirt, and it morphed into a high-collared overcoat he often wore.

“The Transfiguration struck so quickly that the Animagus spell prioritized creatures with sufficient power. By the time you sensed your second heartbeat, there wasn’t enough time for an ordinary creature’s heartbeat.”

“So,” he concluded, “you had no choice but to become a magical animal.”

Ah, so that’s how it happened.

“But I sensed other heartbeats too; why didn’t I have a choice among the Fantastic Beasts?” Sean thought.

Before Sean could pose this question, Grindelwald added, “As long as the transfiguration is successful, it’s fine. A Hungarian Horntail is truly enviable.”

“Sir, as long as you wish, you could transform as well, right?” Sean didn’t understand why Grindelwald would be envious.

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Was it merely a pet to him?

“I despise Magical Creatures,” Grindelwald frowned. “But let’s not dwell on this. Sean, I’ve come to ask for your assistance.”

“Please, sir, tell me how I can help. I’m more than willing,” Sean replied, understanding that favors must be reciprocated.

Grindelwald grinned triumphantly. “Have you heard of Nurmengard Day?”

“Yes.”

Dragons and Phoenixes soared around the Deathly Hallows, and the school crest gleamed brightly.

“Shouldn’t Hogwarts have a school anniversary or a similar celebration?” Hermione mused as they made their way to the square, taking in the festive atmosphere.

“I heard it’s a competition event, and many people will receive rewards,” Daisy chimed in.

“Sean, you should give it a try. Mr. Grindelwald seems quite generous. Perhaps he’ll reward you with rare alchemical items or powerful spells—of course, I’d participate too if it’s suitable. I want to gauge my current abilities,” Hermione said enthusiastically, her competitive spirit ignited.

Sean smiled wryly.

He had already decided to participate in the competition, but not as a contestant.

Instead, he would be orchestrating the competition event itself.

“Sean, be bold. You’re a Fire Dragon with a human mind!” This was Grindelwald’s encouragement—at least, something resembling encouragement.

Yes, he would be the mastermind behind this Nurmengard Day competition.

Grindelwald’s task for Sean was to defeat all challengers to ensure they wouldn’t receive any prizes—even though Grindelwald hadn’t prepared any prizes to begin with.

As for Sean’s physical body after transforming into a fire dragon, Grindelwald had his own plans.

They arrived at the enormous square in front of the castle, which had been transformed for the occasion.

The massive dueling arena had been conjured by magic, adorned with Nurmengard’s flags.

The fiery red symbolized power and rebirth, while the jet black symbolized death.

The two-color flags fluttered in the wind, creating a mesmerizing interplay of colors.

Nurmengard boasted more students than Hogwarts, with attendees from across Europe and beyond.

The diverse crowd gathered with a sense of pride and confidence.

Everyone took their seats around the arena, and Grindelwald, resplendent in his robe, emerged from a high platform.

The crowd erupted in cheers and applause, a testament to the headmaster’s prestige at Nurmengard.

Grindelwald smiled and raised his hand to hush the audience.

Silence descended upon the vast dueling field within moments, as the students stared at him with fanatical devotion.

“My children,” he began, spreading his arms wide, “Nurmengard Day has come once again, and today, I have something special in store for you.”

In the center of the dueling field, a wooden box ascended from the ground and slowly opened, revealing several golden eggs of varying sizes.

“Allow me to keep the exact details a secret,” Grindelwald’s resonant voice filled the dueling field.

“These are your prizes for today. The larger the golden egg, the more valuable the rewards it contains.”

“Could it be a masterpiece by a master alchemist? A potent spell? Or perhaps some extraordinarily magical materials?” His voice tantalized, making everyone hang on to his every word.

“Only the ultimate victor will discover the true nature of the prize.”

Sean cursed inwardly.

Those golden eggs were placed there by himself.