"My Love-Hate Relationship with the Hungarian Horntail"

Grindelwald, dressed in a casual smoking shirt, walked in naturally, as if he were entering his own living room.

It's pretty much the same thing. Newmontgard is practically his private castle. But does Grindelwald still smoke? Sean wondered.

"Good day, sir," Sean greeted him, showing no surprise at Grindelwald's sudden appearance.

"Good morning, Sean," Grindelwald stretched.

"It's lunchtime now, sir."

"Come on, it's a day off today. Old people really need to sleep." Grindelwald looked like he had just woken up.

The old man is getting more and more casual around me... Sean sat up from the cushion, looking slightly embarrassed.

Grindelwald acted as if he hadn't seen him at all, casually standing in front of Sean: "How about it? Fire Dragon? Phoenix? Unicorn?"

He had indeed anticipated this... Sean nodded. "A Hungarian Horntail... Sir, you knew all along? Because of the Seer?"

"No, no, no, Sean, you misunderstand the power of the Seer," he waved his hand. "The future is always blurry; even I can't see the exact picture. However, we can make guesses."

Grindelwald shrugged. "Almost every wizard who possesses both the Transfiguration Talent and Magical Creatures talents will experience this. During their first Transfiguration as Animagus, they will face a choice. This choice is extremely subtle, and the wizard will naturally know how to choose. However, very few people will choose to Transfiguration Magical Creatures Animagus because it would bring unpredictable consequences."

Sean frowned in confusion; he hadn't felt any "natural choice" during his Transfiguration.

Grindelwald smiled when he saw his expression, "You're an exception. On one hand, you're close enough to those Magical Creatures, and on the other hand, you're incredibly lucky."

"Luck?"

"Yes," Grindelwald touched his velvet smoking shirt, which trembled and transformed into the turtleneck coat that the other man often wore. "The lightning came too fast. Animagus spells will prioritize targeting creatures that are powerful enough, and the second heartbeat you sensed didn't even have time to produce the heartbeat of an ordinary animal."

"So," he shrugged, "You have no other choice but to become Magical Creatures."

So that's how it is... But I also sensed other heartbeats, so why didn't I get to choose among the Magical Creatures?

However, before he could ask any more questions, Grindelwald said, "But as long as the Transfiguration is successful, that's all that matters. Damn, Fire Dragon, I'm really envious."

"Sir, if you want, you should be able to, right?" Sean didn't quite understand why the other person was envious. Grindelwald was extremely skilled in Transfiguration, and besides, a Fire Dragon was just a small pet to a wizard like him.

"I hate Magical Creatures ..." Grindelwald frowned. "Let's not talk about that, Sean. I've come to you because I need your help with something."

"Please say so, sir, I'd be happy to help." Favors owed always need to be repaid.

Grindelwald suddenly laughed smugly, "Have you heard of Newmontgard Day?"

"Yes."

Newmontgard Day falls on the fourth Saturday of January each year, which is about a week from now. This day was set by Grindelwald, and the castle holds a celebration-like event on that day.

The types of events are incredibly diverse, and the content is entirely determined by Grindelwald. It could be a grand Quidditch match or a food party in various locations.

Of course, in the atmosphere of Newmontgard, the most common content is various wizard competitions, such as the Transfiguration Contest and the Potions Contest, and the top winners will receive good prizes.

"Newmontgard Day soon, and the competition still has to be held," Grindelwald grinned like a shameless old thief. "Unfortunately, the headmaster of this castle, that is, me, has been involved in a little accident."

He blinked. "We don't have enough prizes..."

"Huh?" Sean didn't react.

Grindelwald has lived for so many years, he must have a lot of secrets. If all else fails, he could at least teach some spells, right?

The old man opposite me, looking like a cunning old fox, said, "To be precise, there's only one physical prize left. Oh, Sean, don't look at me like that. As the principal, I've already given away enough spells, and the remaining spells are either too early for the students, or..."

He said it very naturally, "Or maybe it's because those spells took me a lot of effort, and I feel it's a waste to teach them to others in a small competition. Besides, I'm not very satisfied with the students' performance recently—look, you, a second-year student, are performing so well, while they are so easily defeated under the elite education of Newmontgard. This makes me a little unhappy, and it's time to cut back on the rewards."

Grindelwald concluded, "There's no harm without comparison, and this is mainly your fault, Sean."

Is it... my fault? Sean's lips twitched. Is it wrong to perform too well?

And... Sean looked at Grindelwald, who was stroking his short beard.

You taught me many of the spells I learned! And you even allowed me to run rampant in Newmontgard Castle!

Of course, as a beneficiary of the system, Sean didn't say it out loud; he still had his pride.

"Oh, so what do you want me to do, sir?" Sean asked.

Does this mean I should strive to be number one? But whether I can actually win is another matter. Even if I do win, the second and third place winners will still receive prizes, right?

"I originally wanted you to win, after all, you're good enough and cunning enough. If all else fails, I can even help you cheat—" Grindelwald showed no embarrassment whatsoever. He spoke with complete naturalness, as if helping students from other schools cheat was a matter of course for the principal...

"But there's a serious problem—" he sighed regretfully, "I still have to give awards to the second and third place winners. I even set up an improvement award or something. Damn it, why did I think of all that? Besides, these kids have been a bit lazy lately. I need to find a reason to deduct their weekend leisure time and then send them to intensive training or some kind of solitary confinement—"

"So, I came up with a plan... which is to make sure that no one gets a ranking..."

"Then, what do you want me to do..." Sean suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Ha—" Grindelwald laughed wildly, "I've already thought of a name for this match: ' My Love-Hate Relationship with the Hungarian Horntail,' what do you think?"

Sean: "..."

Sean: "?!"

This old man must be seriously ill!

Saturday, one week later.

Today, the atmosphere in Newmontgard is extremely lively. The annual Newmontgard Day has arrived. The castle is decorated with fiery red ornaments, the students' uniforms are enchanted, Fire Dragon and Phoenix soar around the Deathly Hallows, and the School Crest are sparkling with light.

"Shouldn't Hogwarts also have a school anniversary or founding day?" Ravenclaw said as Hermione looked around on the way to the square.

"I heard this is a competition, and quite a few people will receive prizes," Daisy said.

"Sean, you can give it a try. Mr. Grindelwald seems very generous. Maybe he'll reward you with some rare Alchemical Item or a powerful spell. Of course, I'll also participate if it suits me! I need to see how strong I am now—" Hermione kept saying this, her competitive spirit being aroused.

Sean gave an awkward smile. He had already decided to participate in the competition, but—

He wasn't competing as a participant, but rather as a competition event...

"Sean, be bold! You're a Fire Dragon with human thoughts!" That's what Grindelwald said to him, meant to encourage him—or rather, to encourage him...

Yes, he will be the boss of this Newmontgard Day tournament...

Grindelwald's task for Sean was to defeat all the challengers so that they wouldn't receive any prizes—even though Grindelwald hadn't prepared any prizes at all.

As for what to do with Sean's original form after he transforms into Fire Dragon, Grindelwald has his own way of dealing with it.

The group arrived at the huge plaza in front of the castle, which had been completely transformed. A massive, encircling arena had been constructed using magic, with banners of Newmontgard hanging everywhere. The fiery red banners, symbolizing power and reincarnation, and the jet-black banners, symbolizing death, fluttered in the wind, their two colors Winky and flowing together.

Newmontgard has far more students Hogwarts, with the majority coming from all over Europe, though there are also many other young wizards from around the world.

Students of all skin colors and appearances gathered together, each one radiant with pride and confidence.

Everyone took their seats around the dueling arena, and from the high platform, Grindelwald, dressed in a magnificent robe, stepped out.

A huge cheer and applause erupted from the crowd, demonstrating the principal's prestige in Newmontgard.

Grindelwald smiled and gently pressed his hand down. Instantly, the huge dueling arena fell silent, and the students stared at him with almost fanatical eyes.

"My children," he said, opening his arms, "The annual Newmontgard Day has come again, and today I have prepared something for you."

In the very center of the dueling arena, a wooden box rose from the center of the rock. It slowly opened, revealing several Golden Egg of different sizes inside.

"Please allow me to keep you in suspense for a moment—" Grindelwald's booming voice echoed across the dueling arena, "These are your prizes for this duel. The bigger the Golden Egg, the more valuable the reward inside."

"A masterpiece of Alchemist Master? A powerful spell? Or some incredibly Magical Material?" His voice was enticing and deliberately enticing. "The ultimate winner will know the true nature of the prize."

There's a butt inside... Sean muttered to himself.

Those Golden Egg were put into the box by themselves.

I'll post one chapter first, and then a longer one later. I originally wanted to ask for monthly votes, but I was too embarrassed... How about you give them to me next month? scratches head