Chapter 298 The Second Round

"To be honest," after Nelson left, Grindelwald, who had a long talk with Dumbledore and was about to leave, said the question that had been held back in his heart for a long time, "I always thought that beauty is universal, as long as are really good things, and should look good to any living being."

"How do you know?" Dumbledore asked.

"This is more of a conjecture, not to mention it has been falsified today." Grindelwald frowned, and said the most narcissistic words in the most serious tone, "Did you hear that? That castle elf actually Call me ugly, it seems that its aesthetic standards are really different from human beings."

"Sneaky and ugly," corrected Dumbledore, "and don't you think you're a little overconfident?"

"If honesty can be called arrogance, then you are a humble person."

Dumbledore replied, and while arguing, the two chatted intermittently about business matters. Grindelwald had been "ready to leave" many times, but he never did.

Late at night.

"What happened to Sigmund?" When Grindelwald was about to turn around and leave, Dumbledore asked as if suddenly remembering something, "Is he all right?"

"Tsk tsk," Grindelwald shook his head, "If Sigmund knows that you think of him so late, he will be very sad. Don't worry, he is on a beach vacation in Normandy with Bob Bowie. What happened there?" A wizard music festival with the theme of 'Reflection on War', they should be immersed in the emotion of reflection on war at the moment."

"Having a music festival on a Muggle battlefield is really a joke."

"No way, they like it, maybe this is art, I really can't understand it."

"It looks like Durmstrang is all yours."

"Don't speak so badly, you're all my people, it's like a personal attachment, you know, we don't do that," Grindelwald shook his head, "Speaking of it, this time Durmstrang's There is another acquaintance of yours in the entourage, but she is so well disguised that I sometimes cannot find her now."

"she?"

"And I think Sigmund should be happy to give me the task of leading the team," Grindelwald shook his head, sighed, and said, "You can hardly imagine how complicated Durmstrang's team composition is." ——People from us, wizards and traitors, undercover agents from the Ministry of Magic, a few weeds... I really admire Sigmund, how did he get this group of big babies together, maybe he has already made up his mind to let This team is dead on the outside, trying to clean things up? Since he's gone, maybe there's only one kid left in Durmstrang, Ludwig Kant, who's all about the school."

"Does Sigmund make any difference? Isn't he your... from your side?"

"Of course not, you may have mistaken the fundamental logic of this matter," Grindelwald shook his head, "I didn't ask Sigmund to lend me his identity, but Sigmund asked me to help him bring Team, everything I do is at the behest of Sigmund."

"What a 'request'," Dumbledore shook his head. "Since that's the case, it's easier to say. After the third round of projects, I hope you can cooperate with the Ministry of Magic's campaign to wipe out Second Salem."

"Clean up?" Grindelwald snorted disdainfully, "The trash from the Magical Congress of America is really useless, you must know that the bugs bred from the endless Muggles cannot be killed by killing them, you need Destroy their ridiculous beliefs, smash them into pieces, cut off their eyelids, so that their pupils can look directly at the sun all the time, only in this way can we achieve a complete 'sterilization'."

"What they think, that's their own business." Dumbledore shook his head, "I just want to protect my students from harm, but I'm a little curious. Many of the materials they used to make the Obscure came from Numenggar According to your idea that everyone is a family, shouldn’t you be even more angry?”

"Why?" Grindelwald asked rhetorically, "They just look scary, but are insignificant scars that only make you itchy. People's hearts gathered by deception are like words written on the beach, worthless, but Putting them there can make these stubborn wizard officials vigilant, can slightly improve the IQ of these fools, and even cause trouble for my stumbling blocks, isn't this a profitable business?"

"This is closely related to the lives of your compatriots..."

"It's not my compatriots who are willing to degenerate and even get burned by Muggles," Grindelwald retorted. "I really like your old headmaster, Armando Dippet, he is better than yours." Much more efficient."

"It is precisely because of his high efficiency that they have already set their sights on his school! It is useless to say more, Grindelwald, you can not help, but you can't do bad things." Dumbledore stopped the topic, "Tomorrow afternoon at See you in the principal's office, the three of us need to discuss the second round of the competition."

"Okay, good night, Albus."

Grindelwald raised his hand, and saw a crimson flame suddenly appear where Dumbledore was standing, and then disappeared.

He bent down, pressed his hands to the floor, felt the lingering heat of the phoenix flames, then took out two small balls produced by Nelson from his pocket, stuffed one into his ears, lifted the other to his mouth, and left with a whisper This is the corridor that will become the playing field.

"I said, it's not that I don't want to find her, it's just that she's disguised too well... That's right, I checked one by one. If Nelson didn't ask me specifically, I would also order it. I didn't come... No, what are you afraid of? How come you are so afraid at the critical moment, I thought the madman who robbed the shampoo tycoon alone was your substitute!"

Grindelwald's earnest, helpless, and impatient voices got further and further away until the corridor fell into the familiar silence again.

...

"Gnar, are you sure this project is to bully a ghost?"

A few days later, Tom was sitting in the dining room having lunch with Nelson. Just like the first round, even though the game was about to start in the afternoon, he still didn't receive any useful notifications, except for the first time in the golden egg. The players still don't know anything about the information.

However, as an ancient event, the Triwizard Tournament has always had many fine traditions with the same long history, such as leaking questions.

"I'm sure," Nelson said convincingly, "this time it was really Sigmund himself who told me that I was by the side when he was discussing the content of the game with Professor Dumbledore."

"Hopefully, what do we need to grab? Peeves?"

Tom raised his head, and saw a furtive figure poking his head out of the ceiling above Beauxbaton's long table, holding a silver wrench with a unique shape, turning the screw of the chandelier. There is no one sitting underneath, but if it falls, it is designed to scare them.

"Uh... It doesn't look like it should be. If the final goal needs to be caught now, the game may be delayed until next year." Tom stared at the wrench in Peeves' hand, "That wrench..."

"That's right, I gave it to him. It is a new technology that can pass through solid walls when needed." Nelson admitted generously.

On the day when Peeves and the castle woke up, the sleeping students didn't feel anything, and the professors wouldn't say anything about it. After all, the castle elf in their school is a mischievous guy who likes to make pranks. Not very nice either.

And Peeves, who was "inspired" by Nelson, also gave up the pranks of yelling and affecting the normal teaching order, and turned to doing such normal pranks such as hiding shoes, screwing screws, and stealing batteries. He even discovered that He found a way to control the castle, and played with the little wizards every day with the stairs that turned around.

As a result, many students in the castle have never seen Peeves so far, and they only think that the traps in the castle are more active.

Tom is one of the few students who have met Peeves face to face. Two days ago, when he accompanied Nelson to search for the question mark all over the castle, and offered food to it pitifully, he met Peeves who was staying with the question mark in the kitchen. ghost.

Peeves is patiently introducing the use of dung bombs for Question Mark, and strongly recommends that Question Mark tie a few on himself, but Question Mark has the dignity of being a cat, and it is difficult for such unclean things to enter its eyes. One soul, one cat Just like this stalemate in the kitchen, the house elves shivered behind the door in fright.

Tom had heard the story of Peeves from Helena, and he was very capable of accepting this new thing. After two spells, he completely stopped Peeves' hand that wanted to throw a big dung bomb at him.

"It's so evil, why can you all hit Peeves?" Peeves felt like he was in a cave for seven days, as if when he woke up, the times changed, and any student he pulled out could attack the spirit body, This made him miserable.

Peeves has been obsequious for a few days, and found that these two people seem to be the only ones who seem to be evil, but he happened to meet him by some unlucky luck. He quickly became unrestrained, but it was useless for him to gain his reputation in a short period of time. To the point that everyone knows.

"I think we should use that corridor as a template to design a new venue. It should be similar to a maze where warriors can attack each other."

"Then what?"

"I think it may be outside, because I have been to that corridor. Although it is not narrow, it is a big problem to watch the game." Nelson at the dining table continued to analyze the content of the game, and took out a string of small silver strings full of pearls from his pocket. Ball's long necklace, handed it to Tom, "Put this on."

"Um."

Tom took the bead chain without asking what it was for, but held it up to his chest and gestured.

He found that wearing it around his neck was too long, and it even affected his activities, so he simply wrapped the bead chain around his wrist, and it could even be used as a wrist guard when it was not in use.

After eating a full meal and drinking some tomato soup to aid digestion, Tom was ready to go, and went to the principal's office with McGonagall who came to pick him up.

"Is there anything I shouldn't have? If there is, leave it to Nelson."

Mag stood in front of Tom, not in a hurry to leave.

"What are the things that shouldn't be brought?" Tom tilted his head, "I haven't heard of any rules before."

"Uh, it's something like the magic props that you carry with you," McGonagall glanced at Nelson and explained, "You know, some magic props performed very well in the first round of competition, but the judges felt that relying on magic Props may prevent the strength of the warrior from being fully utilized, so this rule was newly formulated after the vote. In addition, there are additional equipment such as magical animals and potions that do not belong to the wizard itself. Was brought in before the game started."

Tom didn't answer right away. He turned his head and looked at Nelson.

"It doesn't matter, this is not a magic item," Nelson said, "It cannot release any magic, nor does it possess any magic power."

"It doesn't matter," McGonagall shrugged, "In fact, even if you really prepared some magic item in advance, you can put it outside the arena and use the Flying Curse to deliver it to yourself, as long as you don't enter the arena. With so many odds and ends, any other behavior that does not violate the rules is allowed."

"..."

"By the way, Tom is the prefect of Slytherin. Come and bring the junior students to watch the game. I believe you won't lose them." McGonagall looked at Nelson and ordered, "You will wait After dinner, you can ask the female prefect of Slytherin about the situation, they should have been notified in advance, you just need to help her maintain order."

"Hurry up, Gnar." Tom followed McGonagall to Durmstrang's long table, turned his head and said, "Don't make your ass hot, I've already cleared the level."

"Hmph, come on." Nelson threw a small tomato at Tom, turned his head, and began to look for the female prefect Darian on the long table.

After finding Dalian, under the command of the professors, the two took the Slytherin students to the new competition venue.

Nelson guessed wrong. The second round of the project was actually held in that corridor. The school took out a lecture hall with a stretching spell on the other side of the corridor wall, which is enough to accommodate everyone and guests from the three schools. Judges, the blackboard in the classroom is a one-way glass that can observe the corridor. The magic makes everyone sit in the first row from the visual effect.

Opposite the one-way glass is the venue of the competition, an obviously elongated corridor - daggers stuck in the ground, crossbow beds aimed at the players, throwing axes swinging back and forth, giant monsters swimming, hiding in the corner There are shadows and some obstacles that can be used as wizards to fight. The end point of these displays is a bell jar studded with a few porcelain nails. There is only one winner of this game, and he will get what is inside the jar.