I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

Sean's heart beat fiercely, and the feeling of obsession came back.

He hurriedly lowered his head and took a sip of pumpkin juice. When he raised his head again, the girl was still staring at him, but the feeling dissipated.

This girl definitely has Veela blood!

Sean raised the cup, then smiled and greeted.

However, he thought in his heart that he would stay away from this senior in the future.

After everyone opened their stomachs to fill their stomachs, the rest of the food disappeared from the plate. The plates were all clean again. After a while, the pudding came up. Ice cream in all flavors, apple pie, syrupy fruit tarts, chocolate muffins, fried jam doughnuts, marmalade pudding, strawberries, jelly, rice pudding…

For Sean, most desserts in the UK are too high in sugar.

Seeing that Cotton, who was on the side, smeared another layer of cream on the dessert, Sean had a bit of a toothache. That thing must be sweet.

As the sweet feast came to an end, Dumbledore stood up again.

"Oh, now that everyone has enough to eat and drink, and before you fight, let me give you a few things to keep in mind for the new semester."

The auditorium suddenly fell silent, leaving only the slight crackling sound of candles burning.

"First-year freshmen, note that the forest area on the school grounds is forbidden for any students to enter. Some of our senior classmates should also keep this in mind."

Dumbledore's eyes swept around the Gryffindor table.

"Furthermore, Mr. Filch, the administrator, also wants me to remind everyone not to use magic in the corridor between classes.

"The vetting of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of this term. Students who are interested in participating in the academy team, please contact Ms. Hooch."

After saying this, Dumbledore's expression became a little serious. He waved his right hand lightly, and a column of fiery red letters appeared in the air.

Nurmengard.

"Presumably some old students also learned the news. Yes, we have reached an academic exchange plan with Nurmengard School of Magic."

The originally quiet auditorium suddenly became noisy, and the students all started to discuss it.

"That gossip actually came true? God, when I think of those guys in Nurmengard with their nostrils up, I'm going to get sick." Cotton was complaining to the others.

"Can you tell me why?" Sean turned his head to the side and asked softly, and Hermione on the side approached curiously.

"Oh, are you from a Muggle family?" Cotton showed a stunned look, and then his face became ugly involuntarily. "Since its establishment, Nurmengard has promised to become the most outstanding magic school in the new era. Then, I don't know what agreement the principals reached, and the Triwizard Tournament, which was originally suspended, was restarted again. The number of participants in each school was The number has increased to three, and the organizer has also added Nurmengard..."

In Cotton's dissatisfied remarks, Sean learned that after the establishment of Nurmengard, they not only madly recruited students from other schools, but also kept advocating "the new generation of wizards' elite education". However, the three European schools, which were originally dismissive, failed miserably in the re-hosted first Goblet of Fire!

Not only that, but in the following decades, Nurmengard won almost all the championships, while Hogwarts won the remaining championships.

For decades, there have been more and more students in Nurmengard, and Hogwarts in England can still live a good life, but Durmstrang in Germany is now close to bankruptcy. It is said that the entire Durmstrang The school may not have as many students as a year at Hogwarts.

And another reason why Nurmengard makes Hogwarts so hostile is magic. According to Cotton's original words, those guys in Nurmengard use "black magic covered with a layer of skin". They are ruthless, completely disregarding the safety of their companions, and are even more ruthless towards their enemies.

Last year, the Goblet of Fire was held at Hogwarts just last year. One of the three warriors at Hogwarts was from Ravenclaw. He was cursed by the opponent during the game. The rest of the time was spent in the Armando Magic Hospital.

And the other students who came to Hogwarts didn't even mean to apologize at all, and even blatantly provoked. A lot of conflict broke out between the two sides.

"A group of beasts in wizard robes." This was Cotton's final comment.

Sean nodded thoughtfully, no wonder the two who came to recruit students were so tit-for-tat, the grievances between the two schools were indeed not small.

Cotton raised his head and glanced at the long table of teachers, complaining, "I still have to communicate with those guys academically. I really don't know what Professor Dumbledore thinks."

Dumbledore's old and wise face was calm, and he didn't even stop the noise in the auditorium. He didn't extend a hand until the discussion subsided a little.

"This is a long-established plan," the words Nurmengard burned quietly in front of him, "they will come to Hogwarts after the semester is over, and I hope everyone can get along with the guests from afar. ."

He paused: "Show the glory of being a Hogwarts student."

Dumbledore's prestige is very high, although many people muttered a few words in secret dissatisfaction, but all the students straightened their backs.

"Finally, I would like to remind everyone that those who do not want to suffer an accident or die in pain, please do not enter the corridor on the right on the fourth floor."

Sean frowned, Voldemort didn't take off, Dumbledore still arranged the Philosopher's Stone?

Who is this aimed at? Grindelwald? Or his followers?

Dumbledore smiled again: "Now, before everyone goes to bed, let's sing the school song together!" Sean noticed that the smiles of the other teachers seemed to freeze.

Dumbledore didn't take out his wand, he waved it lightly, Nurmengard's font disappeared, and the flames recomposed a large paragraph of lyrics in mid-air.

"Everyone chooses their favorite tune," said Dumbledore. "Get ready, sing!"

All the teachers and students sang aloud:

Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts,

Please teach us knowledge,

No matter if we are bald old people,

Or a child with a knee injury.

Our minds can accept,

some interesting things.

For now our brains are empty, full of air, dead flies and trifles,

teach us some valuable knowledge,

Give us back what we have forgotten,

You just do your best and leave the rest to us.

We will study hard until it turns into dung.

Everyone sang the school song in seventy-eight. Only the Weasley twins continued to sing along to the slow melody of "Funeral March." Dumbledore conducted the last few bars for the two of them, and when they were done singing, his applause was loudest.

"Music," he said, wiping his eyes, "more glamorous than anything we've done here! It's bedtime. Everyone, go back to the dorms."