“…… Victor Krum. ”

The Bulgarian team's brilliant Seeker was sleeping in the team's makeshift camp, and to be honest, he didn't sleep soundly, but he was well asleep at this point.

Who knows, he was in a daze, as if he heard someone calling him.

"Victor Krum!"

Yes, someone was calling him, and Krum woke up suddenly.

"Who? Who's there? He pulled his wand from under the pillow and pointed forward, "Fluorescent flickering." ”

Suddenly, the tent lit up. But the next moment, he couldn't help but shrink back.

"You're—"

"Hello, it's really not polite to bother late at night...... But who told me that something was wrong? The visitor politely leaned over and bowed to him, "I'm Macklean, I wonder if you remember me?" ”

Krum tightened his wand tightened, but his palms were still slippery from sweat.

“…… What's the matter with you? Krum frowned, sullen.

"I know you're a student of Durmstrang, and in fact, I know him with that headmaster of yours — you know, Mr. Karkaroff — and I. As you can see, I'm out of Hogwarts, and I think I need to talk to Mr. Karkaroff about admission. ”

"You made such a big fuss in the arena today, how could the headmaster agree-"

"Don't worry," Maka patiently explained, "I'll talk to Mr. Karkaroff about the details, I just need you to show me the way." ”

"That can't be!" Krum shook his head and said, "We Durmstrang are indeed more tolerant of the Dark Arts, but that's also relatively - we can't take in a dangerous person who disrupts a world-class event. ”

"So......" said Maca, his wand suddenly glowing green, "what if I threaten you with death?" ”

No matter how old Krum is, he is a little panicked now, but not everyone can still deal with the life-seeking curse.

However, his eyes were only flustered for a moment, and then he calmed down again.

"You're not going to kill me." He said firmly.

Maca looked at him with interest for a moment, then nodded at Krum, "You're smart—at least smarter than the students at Hogwarts, but you're still not smart enough......"

He put his wand away, and continued, "You can easily anger those who threaten you with such a firm tone, and this cannot be ignored in the future."

Krum stared at Maca for a moment, his eyes flickering.

Speaking of Krum, he actually hated those evil dark wizards, because his grandfather died at the hands of the first Dark Lord Gellert Greenwald.

However, most of the families who have attended Durmstrang College for generations have a fairly tolerant attitude towards the dark arts. Their criteria for judging are always in their own hands.

At this moment, Maca, who stood in front of him, possessed great power, and could calmly escape even under the most famous subordinates of his time. With this strength, he was able to save a British Ministry of Magic employee who was in opposition to him at the hands of the Death Eaters.

In Krum's view, this is a true "wizard" who sticks to his principles.

People who came from Durmstrang always have respect for those who are strong and principled. They don't judge a person for what is good or bad because of the superficial appearances – at least Krum is such a typical person.

It took a long moment before he spoke, "At least, no amount of threat is easier than a Onemon Curse...... I can take you to the headmaster, and I can't know what he will say in the future, so you'd better be prepared. ”

"Of course, as I said earlier, you just need to lead the way." Maca nodded, "You know, every school has secrecy attached to it, and I can't find a place on my own. ”

The next morning, the members of the Bulgarian team were taken aback by Maca's appearance, but Krum's introduction was still a little skeptical, but they did not show a very repulsive attitude.

"Durmstrang's philosophy is very different from that of Hogwarts, and the school may be closer to the wizards of the ancients in its approach to magic." While greeting the others, Maca thought to herself, "It's not that it's good and bad, it can be said that it is backward, or it can be said that it is pure......"

"If I think so, maybe I'd prefer this kind of school - after all, it's more 'wizard'."

Due to Maka's deliberate evasion, he did not meet the managers of the Bulgarian team or the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic along the way.

After a few days of sailing, he and Krum arrived in Burgas, a coastal city in Bulgaria.

It didn't take long for the day of school to arrive.

"This way."

According to Krum, Durmstrang College picks up and drops off students at the beginning of the school year and during the holidays, the Change, a magical ship built after the characteristics of a ghost ship.

And because Durmstrang College doesn't have a large number of students, but it's widely distributed, there will be several stops on the Change.

And one of the stops is on the Black Sea coast of Bulgaria.

"Just wait here, the Change comes with the effect of the Muggle Expulsion Charm, don't worry about the Muggles around."

It was already nightfall, and Bulgaria was the last stop for the Change, and after picking up the last students here, it was time for them to make a beeline for Durmstrang College.

As Krum spoke, a few Muggles scattered and walked away as if they had remembered something important. However, many more remained.

Obviously, they were all Durmstrang students in Bulgaria.

At this moment, somewhere in the Black Sea, there was a boiling sensation, as if something big was about to rise from beneath the surface. The waves became turbulent, and even if they were far away, they quickly advanced to the seashore and crashed against the sand.

Immediately afterwards a large whirlpool suddenly appeared on the surface of the sea, from which several long, black masts burst out, followed by sails and rigging......

Finally, the first half of the Change slammed out of the sea with a majestic momentum, and then fell heavily on the sea, stirring up higher waves.

In the moonlight, the wet gunwales faintly reflected the light.

It looked eerie, like a skeleton, as if it were the remains of a freshly salvaged shipwreck, and the portholes shimmered with a dim, foggy glimmer that looked like ghostly eyes.

"While I don't know what you said in that letter to the headmaster, so much so that he quickly agreed to your request for admission, I have to say again—" said Krum solemnly, "please don't do anything to disturb Durmstrang's order, for this is a good school—at least that's what I think." ”

After a few days of getting along, Krum became more and more sure of his judgment.

In his opinion, although Maca is less smiling than him - he has never even seen Maca make any expressions - but Maca is undoubtedly a low-key and quiet person.

"Didn't you bring a broomstick? Need me to take you on board? "There are small boats, but when we are not born, we usually use brooms or whatever, we can fly." ”

Maca looked left and right, then drew her wand.

"Float into the air."

A piece of rotten wood pushed to the shore by the waves rose into the air and floated to his feet under Maca's control. Maca stretched out her foot and stepped on it, then stood up directly.

With a wave of the wand, the rotten piece of wood flew into the air with Maca.

"Let's go, Krum!" He controlled the rotten wooden stakes under his feet and flew slowly towards the Change.

"Perhaps, sometimes it's not so low-key...... "Krum shook his head helplessly, "I remember grandpa said to trust your own judgment...... I hope I'm not wrong! ”

As he spoke, he stepped his firebolt and scurried to Maca's side.

Looking at Maka's slow appearance, Krum admired it in his heart, but he couldn't help but feel a little powerless.

"How did you manage it so precisely?" He followed Maca and couldn't help but ask, "I've tried a few times, but once the caster is standing on an object controlled by the levitation spell, it becomes very difficult to control. ”

"That's because the spell has an effect on the regular flow of mana released by the object and the magic that flows through you, and to get rid of the interference, you have to learn to control some, not all, of the object."

As he spoke, Maca pointed to the spot where he had stepped on the rotten wood stake, "Look, as long as you consciously don't control it, it acts as an isolation. ”

Krum looked at Maca's feet in amazement, and although he understood every word of Maca—after all, Durmstrand's unified language was also English—the words combined became quite complex magical principles.

And then there's ......

"'Magic'...... What is it? Krum was stunned.

"I thought Durmstrang might have researched, after all, you're closer to the ancient wizards...... This is an important knowledge in ancient times, but it really can't be explained in one or two sentences, so I'll talk to you another day! Maca said, gesturing ahead, "It's time for us to board the ship." ”

The way Maca appears is a bit too cool, but luckily there aren't many students on deck, and most of them stay in the cabin!

"Hello students, I'm a new student who transferred to Durmstrang this year, Marka McKellen." With a wave of her wand, Maca threw the rotten piece of wood back into the sea, "I hope we can get along well in the days to come." ”

On the deck, several students stared at him with their mouths half-open, not knowing what to say.