"Maybe you've seen it on the Change today, but you must still have some doubts, while the new students haven't been sorted into classes, I want to give you a special introduction first-transfer student, Maca McKellen."

In the auditorium of Durmstrang Castle, the usual welcome dinner is being held.

It was a large auditorium no smaller than Hogwarts Hall, and although the furnishings of the four walls were simple, they were as meticulous as Durmstrang had always been in charge of the school.

The school emblem pennants, made up of extinct two-headed waterbirds and sheep's horn skeletons, are neatly arranged on the walls on either side, not fancy, but imposing.

But on the back wall facing the gate, there is only an ancient long-rod wand carved with an unknown shield badge in the background, which makes people wonder.

The atmosphere of Durmstrang's dinner was also very different from that of Hogwarts, where the tables were all placed horizontally, and everyone sat neatly in fixed positions, except for the sound of utensils colliding and deliberately muffled whispers.

At the forefront, in addition to the faculty and staff's dining tables, there is a large platform half a person high, which is still empty for the time being.

It can be seen that under Karkaroff's cold teaching policy, the individuality of the students is suppressed.

At this moment, Karkaroff's words made the whispers below a little cluttered.

Needless to say, the influence of such a major event as the Quidditch World Cup on Durmstrang was among the many enthusiasts, and there were many students and even teachers at the tournament at that time.

And the name "Macka McLean", not to mention everyone is well-known, but it is not much worse.

“…… So, all new students, please enter! ”

As soon as Karkaroff finished speaking, the door to the auditorium opened, and the freshmen, led by Maca, slowly walked to the faculty chair at the front of the hall.

"Headmaster, is that okay?"

At this time, a thin male teacher with a hunched back suddenly asked.

Karkaroff frowned and said impatiently, "Of course it's okay, Orson."

The other teachers just glanced at the two of them and didn't say much. In their opinion, it would be best not to argue with Karkaroff.

The old wizard, who didn't know if it was "Orson" or "Orson", opened his mouth, but eventually shook his head and ate the food on his plate.

In front of the auditorium, the freshmen lined up with the maca, standing in front of the faculty chair with a little unease.

Most of them hadn't eaten yet, and now the meal had begun in the Great Hall, and the stomachs of several young wizards were growling.

"McLean, unlike the other freshmen, you're a transfer student, and it stands to reason that you're going to be in the fourth grade...... But I want you to know that there is a big difference between our school and Hogwarts in terms of teaching arrangements alone. ”

Karkaroff paused, then continued, "Freshmen who enter our school will be taught by each faculty member at their own discretion, and each student will have the right to change their own teacher at any time – the number of times you can change will depend on the number of credits you earn. ”

Yes, credits!

This is a very interesting rule in Durmstrang: in this school, many resources can be exchanged for credits, including library borrowings, potion materials, various magic items, and so on.

It is said that this is a key school rule introduced by the second principal of the school, "Harfang Monte".

And the headmaster, who established Durmstrang College's tradition of duel and combat magic, based the way students earn credits on the strength of each young wizard himself.

Whether it's an individual ranking in a dueling competition three times a semester, a team place in a class competition at the end of each academic year, or even an invitational duel for a personal vendetta – as long as you win in the venue and rules set by the school, you can earn the corresponding credits.

It has to be said that when Maca learned about this rule in Krum's mouth, he immediately became interested in this very competitive teaching model.

"Teachers, do any of you want McLean, a transfer student?" Karkaroff asked the teachers sitting on either side of him very directly.

However, the teachers, who had been staring at Maca since just now, were silent at this time.

Maca made a big fuss at the World Cup scene, and what she did against the British Ministry of Magic made headlines, and now who would dare to accept such a thorn as a student?

I heard that he also fought Dumbledore once, although it seems that it didn't work out, but even if he retreated in the hands of Dumbledore, it was a remarkable achievement.

To be honest, when he was his teacher, would he be beaten?

If someone asks Karkaroff that, he'll tell you that this kid might be able to use his right hand to "remove your weapon", but his left hand will punch you in the face!

Seeing that the teachers were all looking at "don't look for me about this", Maca couldn't help but shrug her shoulders and stretched out her hand to the position of the "Orson" who had just spoken.

"Professor Orson, would you like to teach me?"

Orson was stunned for a moment, he looked at Karkaroff, then at the other teachers around him, and finally nodded hesitantly.

"Then follow me......"

Suddenly, some of the students below widened their eyes - it was clear that those were all Orson's current students.

Then, after the freshmen have been selected by a kind of teacher, the dinner party can be considered to be officially started. Seeing that Karkaroff didn't seem to have any intention of arranging a seat for herself, Maca simply found an empty seat behind her and sat down.

The meal was quiet, and he could feel it, and the students didn't want to get too close to him. A little fat man next to him even deliberately moved his chair to make way for Maca.

On Maca's right-hand side, the little witch who looked a little weak didn't move, but her head was getting lower and lower, and the tip of her nose was almost rubbing against the vegetable salad on her plate.

It didn't matter if Maca herself was ignored, but he seemed to be a little scared of the little girl.

……

Compared to Durmstrang House, the atmosphere at the Hogwarts Welcome Dinner was much hotter.

At this moment, in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, Dumbledore began his speech......

"That's it!" Dumbledore looked at everyone with a smile and said, "Now that we're all well fed and drunk, I must ask for everyone's attention once again to make a few announcements." ”

"Mr. Filch, the janitor, wants me to tell you that this year there are several more items that are forbidden in the castle, and they are screaming balls, toothed saucers, and boomerangs...... The whole list of about four hundred and thirty-seven items can be seen in Mr. Filch's office, and those interested can check it out. ”

You can notice that the corners of the mouth seem to twitch a few times.

He continued, "As before, I would like to remind everyone that the Forbidden Forest on the other side of the site is not accessible to students, and Hogsmeade Village is not allowed to be visited by students below the third grade."

"I'd also like to regret to inform you that there will be no House Cup Quidditch this year."

Everyone couldn't help but be in an uproar.

Dumbledore continued, "This is because a big event will start in October and will continue throughout the school year, taking up a lot of the teachers' time and energy – but I'm sure you'll all have a lot of fun doing it. I'm very pleased to announce that this year at Hogwarts—"

At that moment, a deafening thunderclap rang out from the clouds outside the castle, and the door was rudely pushed open.

A man stood in the doorway, leaning on a long cane and wrapped in a black travel cloak. Everyone in the auditorium turned their heads to look at the stranger, and suddenly another fork of lightning streaked across the ceiling, and Hermione gasped.

The lightning illuminated the man's face so clearly that the students couldn't help but shrink their heads, because they had never seen such a face before.

It's carved out of a piece of decayed wood, and if you can describe it in one word, it's "incomplete."

Every inch of skin on his face seemed to be scarred, his mouth was like a crooked gap, and the place where his nose should have bulged was gone.

And the most terrifying thing about this man is his eyes.

One of his eyes was small, but it shone brightly; The other eye was large, round like a coin, and a bright blue glowing glow.

The blue eye did not blink, but kept moving in its sockets, spinning up and down, left and right, completely irrelevant to the direction of the normal eye—and then, the blue eyeball suddenly rolled and simply turned into the man's eye socket, leaving only a large white eyeball in the socket.

The man was on crutches and a foot deep and shallow, but he walked to Dumbledore's side with great speed. He stretched out a hand, which was as scarred as his face.

Dumbledore shook his hand and whispered something. As if he was asking the man something, the strange man shook his head expressionlessly and replied in a low voice.

Dumbledore nodded, motioning for the man to sit in an empty seat to his right.

The stranger sat down, shook his head, shook his long gray hair from his face, and pulled a plate of sausages over his mutilated nose and sniffed it. He took a knife from his pocket, poked it through one end of a sausage, and ate it.

His normal eyes were staring at the sausage, but the blue eye still kept rolling around in its sockets, looking at the auditorium and his classmates.

"Allow me to introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher," Dumbledore happily broke the silence, "Professor Moody. ”

Normally, when a new teacher arrives, everyone applauds, but now there is no teacher or student applauding except for Dumbledore and Hagrid.

No, it's surprising that there's one more person, and that's Hermione!