Chapter 258 Your Condition Is Higher than Mine

"Strange, why have the stairs in the school become more and more naughty recently?"

For the third time, Nelson stepped on the air and fell due to the sudden disappearance of the steps. He quickly conjured an umbrella in the air, and slowly fell to the next floor while holding the umbrella.

Unexpectedly, he just happened to fall into a group of Gryffindor students who had just finished class.

Under the weird gazes of the Gryffindors around him, he muttered to himself, quickened his pace and quickly left this embarrassing place.

After turning around a long corridor, you can walk a short distance to the principal's office - Nelson, who had just returned to McGonagall's office to look for Tom, was told by the stone statue at the door that Tom went there to wait for him, so he had to turn back and start again Go to the principal's office.

Around the corner, someone Nelson hadn't expected blocked his way.

"How do you do, Nelson Wertling...Mr. Williams."

Sigmund, the principal of Durmstrang, was leaning against the wall in suspense, and seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

With his straight hairstyle and this action, he looks like a low-profile version of Grindelwald.

"Professor Sigmund," Nelson bowed slightly and asked, "Are you going to the office too?"

Sigmund is a person that Nelson can't figure out-whether it is the seemingly complicated past with the other two principals, or his harsh and warm personality at the time.

From the first time Durmstrang's Black Tower appeared in the middle of the Black Lake, Nelson knew that Sigmund and Nurmengard were inextricably linked, especially when Sigmund invested in himself. When he paid too much attention, he became more and more determined in his mind. Although he didn't receive any notice, this guy was probably Nurmengard's undercover agent. For Armstrong, that was perfectly normal.

The school in Durmstrang has a long history comparable to Hogwarts, and as long as the school's history, it has a history of studying black magic. For thousands of years, Durmstrang has been successfully The world has cultivated a large number of qualified black wizard talents, and black wizards have a distinctive feature-as we all know, black wizards are the most accustomed to serving the strong among all wizards.

Therefore, looking at Durmstrang’s school history, there are successive principals who chose to cooperate with the powerful dark wizards at that time, but they were always able to walk between power and education with ease—see you, the dark wizards People come and go, only the banner of the ever-growing Durmstrang flutters in the wind.

But it is impossible to judge a person based on the few predecessors. Nelson still has little understanding of Sigmund. He only knows that he was the champion of the World Wizard Fighting Championship before Flitwick's session. He enjoyed great prestige in the world, but he disappeared after Grindelwald's incident. He didn't reappear in the public eye until Grindelwald was caught by Newt for the first time—a man who had never been in Durmstrang. A legend who taught but was hired as the principal by the school board.

What made Nelson even more unexpected was that when deciding on the candidate for the Triwizard Tournament, the headmaster of another school he had never met stood up and spoke for him. Looking at his speech, if the Hogwarts dragon The final candidate has not been decided yet, and he strongly resisted the opinions of the crowd, and pushed himself and Tom to the throne of warriors.

"Very good," he slowly looked at Nelson from head to toe, and then nodded slowly, repeating, "Very good..."

"Are you going to the principal's office too?" Nelson said, suppressing the discomfort in his heart, "It's just ahead, and I can take you there."

"No, no, no." Sigmund raised his right hand, shook his index finger, and said softly, "I just came out of there. In fact, I'm standing here just to wait for you."

"Wait for me?" Nelson was taken aback, pointed to himself, and asked, "What...what can you do?"

"There are some things you need to know," Sigmund said, "It's related to the Triwizard Tournament, come with me."

After that, he walked straight into an empty classroom around the corner.

Nelson, who didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, hesitated for a moment, but finally followed.

When he walked into the classroom, the imagined eight hundred swordsman or "for the greater good" did not appear. He only saw Sigmund standing in front of the desk, staring at himself, saying a word. Not sent.

"very good."

he repeated again.

"Professor Sigmund?" Nelson felt that this person seemed to have some kind of disease in his eyes, and asked with a frown, "I mean, what's good?"

"You're fine," said Sigmund, "it's a pity that Albus doesn't seem to want you to be a hero representing Hogwarts..."

He speaks a weird English, not the kind of accent that foreigners whose native language is German speak English, but a strange tone with a little breath and a cadence, so that the emotions he predicts often do not correspond to the tone, Like dryly lying or showing off.

"If it's for this matter, professor, I would like to say that I fully agree with this result," Nelson said, "You may not know that although I am a student at Hogwarts, I didn't stay here for long. During the four years and three years, for some reason, I have been studying in Ilvermorny, and it is normal not to be recognized by Hogwarts."

"Ilvermorny... that's a good place. Their cafeteria is delicious, and the cooking level is far higher than that of our three European schools," Sigmund answered irrelevantly, and began to talk nonsense as if he had drunk too much, " Oh, I know this, Twelve Trees told me not long ago that he picked up half of Hogwarts' outstanding students."

"Half..."

(Nelson slandered: "Your disease is far above ours.")

"Do you think I'm mentally ill?" Sigmund said suddenly, "Indeed, I think so too. I always thought this was the way great wizards speak, every word is metaphor, every word is pure, such as your principal Abu Dumbledore—but I realized later when I saw a group of patients being escorted by psychiatrists on the docks in Poland that this is actually how psychopaths communicate."

"..."

(Nelson: I really don't know how to answer you when you talk like that.)

"Okay, it looks like you don't understand, but it's a pity, you can't become a wizard like Albus Dumbledore in this way," Sigmund destroyed the thoughts he had left in Nelson's heart in just a few minutes. The image of the indifferent master when he first arrived at Hogwarts, talking non-stop like a chatterbox, he shook his head regretfully, and suddenly said seriously, "I called you here to let you cooperate with the three The first round of the Strong Tournament."

"Me?" Nelson quickly responded and asked.

"Yes, you." Sigmund nodded, "I always think you have the qualifications to become a Hogwarts warrior. To tell you the truth, I was the external reviewer of your thesis. I was inspired by it. I successfully took down an antique oil painting that had been in my house for many years... Oh, far away, there are many talents in the three schools, and because of the restart of the competition, we agreed that some considerations need to be made on the ancient system, the most important of which is One of the most important things is to make the Triwizard Tournament no longer a show of three warriors and carnival, we need to involve other people from the three schools."

"Participate in the competition?"

"In a sense, yes," Sigmund nodded, and shook his head again, "but not quite, you have a chance, a chance to be a competitor...I can't tell you about the first round The specific competition system, but you can understand that the three players need to challenge each opponent, and compare their 'results' to determine the winner of the first round."

"Wait, what if someone can't beat me?" Although this competition system is indeed somewhat innovative compared to the old Triwizard Tournament, Nelson saw its loopholes at a glance, "Also, if I give a certain player How about water?"

"You don't have to worry about that," Sigmund blinked and smiled like he was crying, "Magic is not about fighting and killing, and, instead of worrying about whether you will release the water yourself, it is better to worry about people like you. Will people release water?"

"Someone like me?"

"That's right," Sigmund said softly, maintaining his ferocious but self-confident smile, "I found out early on that someone wanted to manipulate the direction of this game, although cheating can be regarded as a part of the Triwizard Tournament." Tradition, but I just want to plan a real game - Nelson, you are a student of Hogwarts, you are the orphan of Beauxbatons, and you are inextricably linked with Durmstrang. The first reason for looking for you is that you can start thinking about your own project, and half an hour before the start of the game, I will notify you to prepare."

"Is there any connection with Durmstrang?"

Nelson savored this sentence, but he still couldn't think of the connection between himself and Durmstrang.

Suddenly, he noticed a subtle point in Sigmund's words - "I want to plan a real game" and "half an hour before the game starts", Nelson suddenly raised his head, only to find that Sigmund had already Not in the classroom anymore.

"Good guy, Grindelwald's undercover agents probably don't want to do this kind of thing," Nelson thought, and he found this Triwizard Tournament more and more interesting, "If he really finds a lot of people, sets up different levels, and holds A "Warrior Breakthrough" competition, without knowing the competition items in advance, then this competition will become a competition that cannot be cheated in advance. Neither Dumbledore nor Grindelwald should want to see this kind of competition. something happened..."

He simply walked to the podium, propped it up with his hands, and sat on it, recalling the familiar faces he saw at the opening ceremony. If it was for the purpose of being a judge, there would be too many people who came to the ceremony , Even the students and teachers on the six long tables need to pay attention.

"If cheating and intelligence really count as a tradition in the Triwizard Tournament," Nelson's brows stretched and furrowed from time to time, "possible 'special contestants', possible events, if it is what he said, a real competition It's started now..."

...

"Albus, such a match is absolutely fair, and don't you think it would be interesting to put the Warrior to the test of the strongest in his heart?"

In the principal's room separated by a wall, McGonagall is explaining the rules that need to be paid attention to to the three warriors, while in a dark room in the principal's office, Sigmund is sitting opposite Constance and Dumbledore, talking, " Since you don't trust me, I don't trust you, and Constance doesn't trust both of us, instead of wasting time in meaningless suspicions, it's better for us to turn the game into an unknown adventure, I think, as A former Gryffindor, you will not refuse this offer."

"Once Gryffindor, do you mean that Albus is not a Gryffindor now?" Constance said bluntly, "I don't think it's a problem, of course, I mean, if it's really like you like that."

"Even if I want to think about it, what can I do?" Sigmund spread his hands, "As long as some people don't go to inquire about those possible projects in advance, there will be no problem."

"I..." Dumbledore pondered for a moment, and finally nodded under the watchful eyes of the two principals, "I have no problem, but are you sure Nelson will accept your proposal? You might as well start with someone who is easier to persuade .”

"The person who is easier to persuade is the one who is easier to leak. You should understand this truth," Sigmund smiled playfully, then drew out his wand, closed his eyes, and after a while, he opened them tiredly. eyes, and said with a smile, "Albus, it seems that you don't really know this student who was forcibly pulled from the warrior's seat by you. He promised faster than I imagined. Is it really difficult to learn how to speak from you?" it works?"

"I didn't—"

"Well, Albus," said Sigmund, interrupting Dumbledore's chant, "if you go on, we're going to start suspicious of each other again."

...

"I repeat again, the dance partner of the warriors can only choose people from the school," McGonagall stood in front of the three warriors in the principal's office outside, and said with a serious face, "Don't make any more triwizard competitions that let the past go." Celebrity history' joke."

"M...Professor McGonagall, do you have to dance?" Tom asked with some embarrassment, "I really don't know how to dance."

"It doesn't matter, it's your face that's lost, not mine."

Margaret on the side burst out laughing with a "puchi".

"Okay, I'll learn." Tom resigned himself to his fate and had to ask the next topic, "You just asked the referee a question, will Gnar become my assistant to help me duel?"

"It's related to the confidentiality of the competition system, we can't disclose this point," the secret door behind the bookshelf opened, and Sigmund walked out first, and said, "But I can guarantee that the three students you miss will definitely appear in the Accompany you on the field."

"It won't be a hostage or a prize, right?"

"Don't worry, it's much more interesting than that."