NABC Chapter 308: Old Man's Re-employment
Chapter 308: Old Man's Re-employment
“……!!!!!”
The little wizards below all gasped.
What the hell? !
Professor Grindelwald himself is participating in the competition?!
Dropouts represent their alma mater again?
Does this work?
I'm already a professor at Hogwarts, but I can still sign up?!
The dozen or so real elites that Durmstrang brought out to participate in the registration and selection were all confused, and the young men and women looked at each other in bewilderment.
Although that person was indeed a student of Durmstrang, he was too old...
What? No age limit for the competition?
That's fine.
No, what's wrong?!
This is too outrageous, isn't it?!
The few who were not selected from Beauxbatons no longer cared to cry. They raised their faces that were covered with tears and snot, and subconsciously wiped them with cloth, revealing clear and stupid eyes. Their usually arrogant faces were dull.
After becoming a warrior, Fleur will face Grindelwald?
There was an uproar below, and one can imagine the situation among the faculty and staff.
The professors looked at the former Demon Lord and current colleague, Professor Grindelwald, in confusion.
Kraft closed his eyes without watching.
If the gentleman's results can be counted, then Durmstrang has indeed got a great bargain, and he has nothing much to say.
It's a bit shameless to do this just for a competition that happens once every five years.
Anyway, the one who can do such a prank to torment the gentleman must be a lady...
Madame Maxime's expression froze.
She looked at the "Drmstrang student" next to her who was married to Dumbledore and was many years older than all the students present. Her face was full of disbelief and she could not accept it at all.
It's written as a Durmstrang student, but it's read as a centenarian old man. An expired student, right?
There should be some bottom line for secret operations, right? !
Madame Maxime subconsciously glared at Dumbledore angrily, but received a helpless look from Dumbledore.
The proud French headmaster wanted to say in anger that he would not participate, but Hogwarts, that "God-given place", was too tempting.
It would be fine if you haven't had contact with it, but after having contact with it, you really can't say stubbornly that you will take all the children back and give up the benefits directly.
Spending a year here is rewarding.
Furthermore, in the French wizarding world, the matter of setting up a portal in Beauxbatons has not yet been finalized...
At this moment, the unfortunate Goblet of Fire sprayed out another small note, interrupting the weird atmosphere at the scene.
It might also make the atmosphere even more eerie.
【Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Hogwarts
Allison thoughtfully wrote down her father's super long full name so that the Goblet of Fire could help successfully bind the participating warriors with a contract.
Grindelwald didn't go to the small door to wait for the time being.
It was still unknown whether he would participate in the competition, and he was also waiting to see how much more trouble that little bastard could cause.
Instinctively grabbing the next piece of paper that was sprayed out, Dumbledore didn't react for a while, still immersed in the absurdity of Grindelwald becoming a warrior.
Wait until I see the new note clearly...
As expected, whatever you fear will come true.
The old principal froze.
He stared down at the small piece of paper in silence.
Now, Dumbledore's mood changed from the initial complex confusion, surprise and anger to the current calm and numbness.
He's so stupid, really.
The mere thought that since Moody and Barty Jr. were not around, no one would plot against him at Hogwarts and help others register.
But he wasn't prepared for Alison to use her old tricks.
That little bastard actually signed up his fathers for the warrior selection, and even thought of using the contract that came with the Goblet of Fire to keep them from escaping!
How thoughtful.
It was so thoughtful that they wanted to put two centenarians into a team of young and beautiful warriors aged 17 or 18 to find jobs, participate in competitions with them, and feel the breath of youth.
She really did something earth-shattering.
That’s awesome, Alison!
The fathers will definitely make her a meal of bamboo shoots and pork later! Mixed doubles!
Dumbledore Thinking Calmly
After staring at the note in silence for a while, Dumbledore took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, trying his best to control his emotions.
Grindelwald, who was standing next to him, could no longer bear to watch after seeing his lover's reaction.
As smart as the old devil was, he naturally guessed what Alison had done.
She really knows how to cause trouble for her old fathers!
Dumbledore's face was stiff, not at all happy, a polite smile without a smile on its face, his voice was flat and he looked like he had lost all desire to live.
"The Champion of Hogwarts is Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."
The Hogwarts animals who were expecting their own school to produce a warrior and were making a lot of noise were all dumbfounded.
Some of them just opened their mouths wide with shock and disbelief, totally unable to believe what they heard.
The champion award went to Gryffindor, but the little lions stopped laughing. They clapped twice hesitantly and looked at the professors in confusion.
Logically speaking, nearly a hundred years ago, the headmaster was indeed a student of Gryffindor.
But this senior is too old!
Old school dish!
Although Durmstrang's position as the first in the Triwizard Tournament is unstable, Kraft remains calm and has the time to watch the show.
Miss signed them up, intending for Sir and Mr. Dumbledore to show off their affection at the competition?
With such extraordinary power revealed, the match was predictably anticlimactic, so just enjoy watching it.
His only hope is that Mr. will not lose to Mr. Dumbledore again!!!
Must win!
A saint's blood suddenly boiled.
Madame Maxime had a wooden face.
Forget it, whatever happens. At worst I can ask for a new choice later.
If it really doesn't work and there's no hope for the competition, this is a good opportunity to grab a few portals.
That thing can improve strength too much. The students of Hogwarts have been training in it for another year. The possibility of Beauxbatons winning is not great...
With the previous situation, the hero of Hogwarts was Headmaster Dumbledore, and the reaction around him was mediocre.
Everyone was tired and felt that this Triwizard Tournament was just a fight between gods and had nothing to do with the little wizard.
With himself and Gale included, no matter how thick-skinned Dumbledore was, he couldn't say polite words to ask everyone to support the warriors and cheer them on.
In the awkward silence for a moment, the flame in the Goblet of Fire, which was under the Confusion Curse, turned red again.
Once again, long tongues of fire shot out a piece of parchment.
Dumbledore numbly and calmly, subconsciously stretched out his slender hand and grasped the parchment.
Ignoring the strange suffix "insane asylum" that came from some unknown corner, Dumbledore's voice was clear and powerful, with a sense of gnashing of teeth.
"Alison Grindelwald."