My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 261

"Strange, how come the school stairs have become more and more naughty recently?"

For the third time, Nelson, who stepped on the air and fell because of the sudden disappearance of the steps, hurriedly conjured an umbrella in the air, holding the umbrella and slowly falling to the next floor.

I never thought but fell into a group of Gryffindor students who had just finished class.

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

After turning a long corridor, you can walk a little longer 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 had been there to wait for him, so he had to turn back and set off again. Principal's office.

Turning the corner, an unexpected person Nelson stopped his way.

"Hello, Nelson Wiltning...Mr. Williams."

Sigmund, the headmaster of Durmstrand was leaning against the wall, seeming to have been waiting for a long time.

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

"Professor Sigmund," Nelson asked, bending slightly to salute, "Are you going to the office too?"

Sigmund made Nelson a little unpredictable—whether it was the seemingly complicated past with the other two principals, or his mean and sometimes enthusiastic character at the time.

From the first appearance of Durmstrang's Black Tower in the middle of the Black Lake, Nelson understood that Sigmund and Newmontgard are inextricably linked, especially when Sigmund invests in himself When he paid too much attention, he became more and more determined. Although he did not receive any notice, this guy is 80% of the undercover agent of Newmontgard. Although the story of the head of the school is a bit strange, it is a bit strange for Dem For Strong, it couldn't be more normal.

Durmstrang's school has a long history comparable to Hogwarts, and as long as the school's history is its history of studying dark magic. For thousands of years, Durmstrang has successfully served Europe and even The world has cultivated a large number of qualified dark wizard talents, and the dark wizard has a distinctive feature-as we all know, the dark wizard is the most accustomed to the strongest among all wizards.

Therefore, throughout Durmstrang's school history, there have been previous principals who have chosen to cooperate with the powerful dark wizards at that time, but they can always wander easily between power and education-see you, the dark wizards come. When people go, only the increasingly prosperous Durmstrang flag is flying in the wind.

But only a few predecessors can't judge a person. Nelson's knowledge of Sigmund is still lacking. He only knows that he is the champion of the World Wizarding Fighting Competition before the Fleivier session, and he was once a magician in Europe. Jie enjoys great prestige, but disappeared after the incident in Grindelwald. It was not until Grindelwald was caught by Newt for the first time that he reappeared in the public eye—a man who had never taught in Durmstrang , But was hired as a legendary principal by the school board.

What Nelson did not expect was that when determining the candidate for the Triwizard Tournament, this foreign school principal he had never seen stood up to speak for himself. Look at his speech, if the dragon at Hogwarts Having never decided on the final candidate, he strongly rejected the crowd and pushed himself and Tom to the throne of the Warriors.

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

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

"No, no, no." Sigmund raised his right hand, stretched out his index finger and shook it, 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 stunned, pointed at himself, and asked, "What do you...what do you do?"

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

After all, he walked straight into an empty classroom on the corner.

Nelson, who didn't know what medicine he sold in the gourd, hesitated for a moment, but finally followed.

When he walked into the classroom, the imaginary eight hundred swordsman or "for the greater good" signal did not appear. He only saw Sigmund standing at the desk, staring at himself, saying Don't send.

"well."

He repeated again.

"Professor Sigmund?" Nelson felt that this man seemed to have some disease in his eyes, frowned and asked, "I mean, what's good?"

"You are fine," Sigmund said. "It's a pity that Albus doesn't seem to want you to be a warrior representing Hogwarts..."

He speaks a weird English. It is not the accent that a German-native foreigner speaks in English, but a strange accent that is like a gossip, but hesitated. The emotions he predicted often cannot correspond to the tone of voice. It's like lying or selling something dry.

"If it is for this matter, Professor, I want to say that I fully approve of this result," Nelson said. "You may not know. Although I am a student at Hogwarts, I haven't stayed here for long. For three of the four years, I have been studying in Ifamoni for some reasons, and it is normal for me not to be recognized by Hogwarts."

"Ifamoni...That's a good place. Their cafeteria is delicious, and the cooking level is far above our three European schools." Sigmund answered the question, and started talking nonsense as if he had drunk too much. "Oh. I know that, Twelve Trees told me not long ago that he picked up half of Hogwarts' outstanding students."

"Half..."

(Nelson slandered: "Your condition is far above us.")

"Do you think my brain is sick?" Sigmund said suddenly, "Indeed, I think so too. I always thought that this is the way the great wizard speaks, every metaphor, every word, like your principal. Si Dumbledore-but then when I saw a group of patients escorted by psychiatrists on a dock in Poland, I realized that this is actually a way of communicating with mental patients."

(Nelson: I really don't know how to answer your speech like this.)

"Well, it seems that you don't understand it, but unfortunately, you can't become a wizard like Albus Dumbledore." Sigmund destroyed what he had left in Nelson's heart in just a few minutes. The image of the indifferent master when he first arrived at Hogwarts, who kept talking like a silly talker, shook his head with regret, and suddenly said with a serious face, "I called you here to make you cooperate with the three. The first round of the strong competition."

"Me?" Nelson reacted quickly and asked.

"Yes, you." Sigmund nodded, "I always think you are qualified to be a Hogwarts warrior. To tell you the truth, the external reviewer of your paper is me, inspired by it. I succeeded in taking down an antique oil painting that had been entrenched in my house for many years...Oh, it's far away, there are many talents in the three schools, and because of the restart of the competition, we all agreed that we need to take some considerations into the ancient system, the most important of which is One is that the Triwizard Tournament is no longer a show-off and carnival of the three warriors. We need to involve others in the three schools."

"Are you in the game?"

"In a sense, yes," Sigmund nodded and shook his head, "but not exactly, you have a chance, a chance to become a player's opponent... I can't tell you about the first round of the game. The specific competition system, but you can understand that three players need to challenge one opponent and determine the winner of the first round by comparing their'results'."

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

"You don't have to worry about that," Sigmund blinked and showed a crying smile. "Magic is not about fighting and killing, and instead of worrying about whether you will release water, it is better to worry about being the same as you. Will people release water."

"Anyone like me?"

"Yes," Sigmund said softly, maintaining his hideous but self-associated smile, "I found out early on that someone wanted to manipulate the direction of this game, although cheating can be regarded as a Triwizard Tournament. Tradition, but I just want to plan a real game-Nelson, you are a student of Hogwarts, you are the orphan of Boothbarton, and you are inextricably linked with Durmstrang. This is also my first time. One reason for looking for you—you can start thinking about your own project. I will inform you of preparations half an hour before the start of the game."

"Inextricably linked to Durmstrang?"

Nelson tasted this sentence, but never thought 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." Nelson raised his head suddenly, but found that Sigmund was no longer there. In the classroom.

"Good guy, the undercover agent in Grindelwald shouldn't want to do this kind of thing," Nelson thought. He increasingly found this Triwizard Tournament interesting. "If he really finds a lot of people, sets up different levels, and holds A "Warrior Breakthrough" game without knowing the game in advance, then this game will become a real game that cannot be cheated in advance. Neither Dumbledore nor Grindelwald would want to see this. This happened..."

He simply walked to the table with his hands and sat down, recalling the familiar faces he had seen at the opening ceremony. If it was to be a judge, too many people came to the ceremony. , Even the students and teachers on the six long tables need to pay attention.

"If cheating and intelligence are really a tradition in the Triwizard Tournament," Nelson's brows stretched and sometimes frowned. "Possible'special contestants', possible events, if it really is what he said, real competitions From now on..."

"Albus, this kind of game is absolutely fair and just, and don't you think it is interesting to let the Warriors face the test of the strongest in his heart?"

In the principal's room separated by a wall, McGonagall is explaining the rules that need attention to the three warriors, and in a dark room of the principal's room, Sigmund is sitting opposite Constance and Dumbledore, talking freely. Since you don't believe me, I don't believe you, and Constance doesn't believe both of us. Instead of talking about time spent in meaningless suspicions, we should turn the game into an unknown adventure. I think, as A former Gryffindor, you will definitely not refuse this proposal."

"Once Gryffindor, do you mean that Albus is not a Gryffindor now?" Constance said straightforwardly, "I don't think there is any problem. Of course, I mean, if it's like you just said Like that."

"Even if I want to think carefully, what can I do?" Sigmund spread out his hands, "As long as some people don't go ahead and listen to the possible projects, there will be no problems."

"I..." Dumbledore pondered for a moment. Under the gaze of the two principals, he finally nodded, "I'm fine, but are you sure Nelson will accept your proposal? You might as well start with someone who is easier to persuade. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

"People who are easier to persuade are often people who are easier to leak. You shouldn't fail to understand this." Sigmund smiled playfully, then drew out his wand and closed his eyes. After a while, he opened it tiredly. He smiled and said, "Albus, it seems that you don't know the student who was forcibly pulled from the warrior's bench by you. He promised faster than I thought. Is it really good to follow you? it works?"

"I didn't—"

"Well, Albus," Sigmund said, interrupting Dumbledore's chanting, "if you continue, we will start suspicion of each other again."

"I repeat, the dancers of the Warriors can only choose people in the school," McGonagall stood in front of the three warriors in the principal's room outside, and said with a serious expression, "Don't engage in those past triwizard competitions.' Celebrity Qingshi's joke.

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

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

Marguerite on the side "pushed" and laughed out loud.

"Okay, I'm going to learn," Tom resigned, and had to ask the next topic, "You just asked the referee's question, will Gnar be my assistant to help me in a duel?"

"It's related to the confidential competition system. We can't disclose this." The secret door behind the bookshelf opened, and Sigmund stepped out and said, "But I can guarantee that the three classmates you are thinking of will definitely be there. I accompany you on the field."

"It won't be hostages or prizes, right?"

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

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