Chapter 305 Acceptance Speech

"Gnar, do you want to bet?"

Tom asked Nelson, smiling.

"What's the matter? Do you want to take your title back?" Nelson shrugged, "There's no need to bet, I can give it back to you right now."

"How could I have that kind of presumptuous thought? Lord Dark Lord!" Tom expressed his "loyalty" exaggeratedly, "My dear Lord Dark Lord, I will kill Grindelwald in a few years, Make this list yours!"

Nelson held his forehead, and for a moment Tom didn't know what to say.

"Okay, let's get down to business, who do you think will be the dueling assistants of the three warriors?"

"That weird little crew cut, and Margaret's brother."

"Don't you wonder who the dueling assistant of one of the remaining warriors is?" Tom rubbed his hands, hinting frantically.

"Have you forgotten? I am a prophet, and fate has told me the answer."

"Who?" Tom raised his eyebrows, suppressed a smile, and carefully studied Nelson's expression.

"Harry Potter."

"..." Tom's expression froze, and it took him a while to say, "Who is that?"

"No one," Nelson said, rolling his eyes at him, "Do you think I have a bad memory? From the day you voted your name in the Goblet of Fire, you've been asking me to help you... Really, I just want to sit honestly in the audience and watch a game, to be honest, there is no possibility of playing anyway, it doesn’t matter if you bring a pink pygmy cattail as your assistant.”

"It also needs to give you a sense of participation." Tom said, "It's like watching Quidditch, even if your riding ability has been a death sentence for your Quidditch career, as a spectator, don't you want to sit Watching Quidditch from the rim?"

"I think you have some misunderstandings about me," Nelson insisted. "To be honest, when I lived in the United States, at least fifteen clubs invited me to try out."

"Really?" Tom looked into Nelson's eyes.

"real."

"Really?"

"Okay," Nelson said resignedly, "I think you have a point, so can I move a stool and sit on the sidelines? Pretend I'm your coach, or the referee?"

"Unfortunately, no."

The two chatted happily, so they moved the empty flower pot next to it, turned it upside down on the ground as a chair, and sat there, forgetting the time.

At the corner of the stairs not far behind Tom, Dumbledore, who came out of the school hospital, frowned and looked worried. He really didn't dare to take Tom's words as a young and frivolous joke, but he had A lesson from the past, even as wise as he is, he doesn't know how to intervene or influence these two outstanding young men who are as proud as himself.

Undoubtedly, Dumbledore was the proudest man in the world. While he pushed himself and hated this kind of interference, he refused to give up the possibility of intervening to save it.

He put one hand on the escalator and heard Nelson and Tom bantering in his ears.

Dumbledore lowered his head and remained silent until a pair of leather shoes appeared in front of his eyes.

He raised his head, and above the two serious and coquettish trouser legs was Sigmund's face full of disobedience because of Grindelwald's expression.

Dumbledore opened his mouth to greet Grindelwald.

"Shh-"

Grindelwald tilted his head, put his index finger against his lips, motioned Dumbledore to whisper, he beckoned and asked Dumbledore to follow him upstairs.

"Nelson seems to be going my way."

After climbing two flights of stairs and making sure that Nelson and Tom couldn't hear him, Dumbledore let out a long, troubled sigh and said, "No...that's not even your old way, I'm sorry Worry."

"Why worry?" This is the first sentence Grindelwald uttered, "Is there any difference between him today and him yesterday?"

"I just went to see Mr. Kant, he was under the Forgetting Curse." Dumbledore said solemnly, "You should care more about your students."

"I believe he is the best concern," Grindelwald said impatiently. Perhaps when Sigmund deliberately improved the competition system, Durmstrang still had the idea of ​​competing for the championship, but since Grindelwald took over Afterwards, Durmstrang seemed to have lost his mind, and then he asked curiously, "What did he forget?"

"He has completely forgotten it, completely," Dumbledore shook his head, "Even I, there is no way to retrieve his lost memory... The point is not here, but who made him forget ?”

"Didn't Hogwarts teach it?" Grindelwald asked rhetorically, "Even if I dropped out of Durmstrang, I know that the Forgetting Curse will definitely leave traces, unless the owner of the memory wants to really forget these memories."

"You mean Mr. Kant cast the Oblivion Curse himself?" Dumbledore smiled wryly and shook his head. "That's impossible. From his standpoint, how could he do such a thing?"

"I think you're overthinking, Albus," Grindelwald reached out to pat Dumbledore on the shoulder, but Dumbledore dodged it quickly, his hand froze in mid-air awkwardly, and said, "Maybe you doubt Nelson. If I were you, I would choose to ask him face to face. If you really don't believe it, you can use Legilimency."

"Nelson has mastered Occlumency since he was in the second grade. Although it was rough at that time, I can feel his determination to persist in protecting his memory." Dumbledore shook his head, "As for now, it is even more impossible gone."

"Oh? Could it be that Master Legilimency has a heart that he can't read?"

"I'm not a master of Legilimency, but you know what? When Nelson convinced Peeves, he took on the primal emotions suppressed by the students for a thousand years since the school was founded. What... Seriously, you really should care more about your students."

"I've always cared about it. I'm more competent than you in this regard, and instead of saying such sarcastic remarks here, you might as well go for him yourself," Grindelwald put down his hand, "As for emotions, I'm sorry, I I don't know, I never study these taboo subjects."

"You are really..." Grindelwald laughed angrily at Dumbledore, "Since you can say things like 'taboo subjects', why don't you know? The third note you lent me back then Ten pages—”

"Oh? Do you remember?"

"I can't do it... I can't replace him. When bearing emotions, Nelson also assumed the magic power contained in those students' emotions that is difficult to vent," Dumbledore ignored Grindelwald's question, but continued before Hua Tou continued, "It's hard for me to imagine how an underage wizard can bear those mixed emotions, it's enough to drive anyone crazy! I can't even imagine how a wizard can bear those magical powers, I think you should and I also understand what the Obscure is."

"Is there such a thing? It sounds like Nelson took a lot of advantage," Grindelwald said lazily, as if he knew about it a long time ago, and he also complimented perfunctorily, "Hogwart It's an amazing school."

"You don't want to take care of him? I'll take care of it." Dumbledore was angry.

"Hehe, are you begging a spurned dark wizard to take care of your students?" Grindelwald reached out his hand in lightning speed and patted Dumbledore's shoulder, "You are too self-righteous, you look down on me who?"

"Can you help him solve the problem?"

"I mean, you look like you've never looked at Nelson in the eye, no wonder you fell so hard on him." Grindelwald sneered, "You think he can even solve such a big problem Is it not? Or is it that a few minutes ago, he has been turned into a bunch of tentacles that are constantly proliferating and twisting in the corridor? What I didn't expect is that you don't have confidence in your school. You feel that a group of small What is the child's primitive emotion? Is it the desire to destroy the world? I don't understand where you, who used to talk about the truth, goodness and beauty, went? Isn't the child's emotion "I want to be friends with him", 'I want to get good grades and my mother will praise me' or 'I want that broomstick'? You don't understand the energy in him at all. In this regard, you live like thousands of people in the world. like mediocre people."

"Don't you know?"

"Of course I know! Albus, why did I stop doing my own thing and come to Hogwarts to play the 'I am Sigmund' role-playing game with you and that silly girl?" Grinder Wo sneered, "I'm a prophet, I can even see my own evening scene, but I just won't tell you!"

"What else did you see?"

"I can only tell you, Albus, you thought I was picking up trash, but I was actually stealing treasures." Grindelwald showed a meaningful smile. He straightened his collar, restrained his emotions, and returned to that elegant Calmly, "In a few days, you will be grateful to me for sending Nelson Wertling back here!"

...

Time passed quickly after the end of the second game, and the mid-term approached, and everyone's studies became urgent. Only Nelson, who got the promise in the first game, was extremely relaxed. Coffee time is used to learn about.

Ludwig recovered quickly. Two weeks after the game, he was able to sit in the classroom with other people and listen to lectures, but he still had some stress reactions when he saw Tom.

When the mid-term exam was approaching, Tom didn't even see Nelson all day long. He only saw Nelson in overalls rushing into the classroom with a wrench in class. He didn't wonder what Nelson did, after all If you think about it with your ass, you can know that your little friend is messing with those scraps of iron again.

Finally, the nervous students ushered in the Halloween ball. This ball is a rare catharsis for them who are under great academic pressure. Of course, unlike the opening ball of the Triwizard Tournament, the competition in this ball is not about The dance skills of the participants, but the imagination - Alphard took off the crown, he dressed himself as a clumsy steel giant with lightning and steam all over his body, except for his partner who was injured by an electric leakage during the dance. Other than the electric convulsions, the audience's performance was perfect.

Even Nelson was amazed by Alphard's appearance as Alexander. In the "Twilight Saga" lovers exchange meeting composed of vampires and werewolves, he was absolutely outstanding.

Less than a few days after Halloween, that is, on Saturday, November 3, the Warriors will usher in their third round of competition, and these two leisurely days are for students who were still nervous It is especially hard for us, everyone looks forward to the stars and the moon, and finally, in the long-awaited, final match of the Triwizard Tournament is coming.

As early as mid-October, Dumbledore announced the content of the final round of the competition - a standard wizard duel, with an assistant, the two warriors with the last score will decide the winner, and challenge Tom with the highest score.

This seems to be meaningless in the first two rounds. After all, as long as you perform well in the third round, the championship is still yours.

Of course, Dumbledore also made some restrictions: the use of any auxiliary props other than the wand is not allowed in the game. After the game starts, the field will be completely closed, and no objects can enter the duel field.

Two days later, the game officially started. After experiencing the first two rounds of the game, the audience more or less arranged seats for the Warriors in their hearts. Even in the eyes of most people, the result of the game was already doomed, but This does not completely erase the fun of the game. On the contrary, they look forward to the reversal and return to the pure enjoyment of watching the game.

The duel venue was chosen as the Quidditch field. The central Quidditch facilities were temporarily demolished, leaving a flat field that was much larger than the standard duel venue. Debris, large or small, may serve as weapons or cover.

"We invite our first two warriors and their assistants to come on stage!" The voice of the commentary sounded, "Although everyone is familiar with them, I still want to introduce them again..."

"Do you know the name of Margaret's younger brother?" Nelson, who had just told Tom a little sad news, was sitting on the sofa at the entrance, holding a flannelette, wiping his wand, and asked looking up. Tom He was moving his shoulders in place, and he seemed a little nervous.

"Not much attention," Tom shook his head. "If Kant's assistant can defeat Sagan, then the younger brother who will appear later may be able to let us remember his name through his performance."

"You're right." Nelson lowered his head and continued to wipe his wand, "but can you stop walking around and making me dizzy?"

"I'm thinking about my acceptance speech," Tom said. "I think even if it's like what you said, the race will give me a chance to give my acceptance speech? In that case, I will do more speeches." edited."