Ning An pushed open the front door of the tavern, the wind chimes "jingle bells" shook for a while, their feet stepped on the wooden pavilion, making a "squeak" sound, four mermaids rushed in, the tavern was lit up with dim lights, there were few people, and there were three or three drinkers sitting on the loose table, indifferent to the arrival of Ning An and others.

"Ahem—" Samantha coughed, covering her nose with her hands, "What does this smell like, it's choking." ”

Ning An frowned, indeed, there was a pungent smell of burnt socks wafting from the tavern, but the others didn't seem to be aware of it.

The three figures sitting in front of the bar turned around, they were the only ones who had reacted to the arrival of Ning An and the others so far, even the bartender ignored them, he just stood behind the bar, intently wiping the wine glass in his hand.

"Ah—it's Mr. Headmaster." One of the figures said, measuring the height of the stool he was sitting on, as if intending to jump from it.

The tattered black robe covered his legs, Ning An couldn't tell how tall he was, but if it was Fabian or Jason, there was obviously no need for such a comparison, they sat on a high stool, and their legs could also step firmly on the floor, as for whether the stool could bear Fabian's weight, it was another topic that needed to be discussed.

The man looked a little cramped, he was holding a dirty black pipe in his hand, and the pungent smell in the tavern seemed to be coming from the pipe, Ning An walked over and tried to ask:

"You know me?"

The man saw Ning An coming over, stuffed the pipe into his mouth, and took a deep breath, and after a few seconds, a large stream of white smoke surrounded him, he coughed a few times as if he was choked, and the two people standing next to him immediately reached out and patted his back.

"Ahem-ahem-no...... It's okay," the figure waved his hand, and in just a moment, the white smoke was gone, and Ning An felt the pungent smell in the air get some more.

"Of course I've seen you-",

The man spoke from under the strange yarella hat tied with strips of rags, he slowly raised his head, revealing an old face full of patterns, looking about forty or fifty years old, but in good spirits, those deep black eyes, made Ning An unconsciously think of Severus? Snape.

"Even though we live in the middle of nowhere, we do occasionally get two copies of the Daily Prophet," he smiled, his eyes curled into a crescent moon, and his gesture could not be more obvious, and he warmed the pipe in his palm, and then knocked it upside down twice, as if to make sure how much tobacco was left.

Then he hurriedly rubbed his hand back and forth on the black robe with strands of cloth hanging down the strips, stretched it out, and said in a hoarse voice:

"It's an honor...... Zancas? Boiman—"

Ning An looked at the big rough hands that seemed to have been burned by fire, charred black, covered with a thick layer of calluses, wrinkled, and full of wrinkles, and also stretched out his hand and shook it with him.

The hands were so warm that they seemed to be burning with flames.

"Ning'an."

He introduced himself softly, and Karkaroff stuck his head over and leaned a little closer to Ning An's ear, and he hid under his hood and muttered:

"The Boyiman family has always been the leader of the Sami people, and this Zankas should be their patriarch......"

Zancas watched Ning An and Karkaroff communicate quietly, his face still full of friendly smiles, and there was a little more scrutiny in his eyes, as if he was observing something.

"Got it."

Ning An finished speaking lightly, came to the bar, and sat down on the high stool next to Zancas, the two people who came with Zancas had been standing all the time, they stood on both sides of Zancas, looking like servants or retinues.

"A glass of mint wine, on the rocks."

The bartender didn't react to Ning An's words, still carefully wiping the glass in his hand, Zancas put the pipe to his mouth again, took a puff, and after gently spitting it out, he said hoarsely: "Please bring this guest a glass of mint wine, well-add ice cubes." ”

He turned his head to look at Ning An again, "How many pieces of ice do you want?" ”

Ning An shook his head, he looked at the bartender who was looking up at him in confusion, as if waiting for him to tell Zancas to add a few ice cubes.

"Two pieces." Ning An smiled, staring at the bartender who was still dazed, Zancas nodded with satisfaction, turned his head and said to the bartender:

"This gentleman is going to add two pieces of ice."

Ning An put the fingers of his right hand on his lips, he squirmed his lips a few times, and said in a low voice that no one could hear:

"Obfuscation"

The bartender's movements were very skillful, he took down a few bottles and mixed them slightly, shook them a few times, and after a few dazzling processes, he put a full glass in front of Ning An, and then went to wipe the empty cup.

Ning An looked at the cup on the table with a smile, it was not mint wine at all, he picked it up, took a sip, nodded, and said nonchalantly:

"Well, it's grapefruit juice—" he dialed the rim of his cup, "and added a slice of lemon." ”

With a look of surprise on his face, Zancas looked at Ning An incredulously and muttered, "I heard that wizards need magic wands to cast spells—"

"Haha, then you may be misleading, it's just basic wandless magic." Ning An took another sip, and the sweet grapefruit juice was better than he expected.

"You're the one who charmed these Muggles?" Ning An asked him with interest, these people, whether they were bartenders or drinkers, were obviously fascinated, and the source might be the pungent smell that Ning An smelled as soon as they entered the door.

"Ah...... Yes," Zancas shook his pipe twice, "this is a potion we have specially cultivated, and when lit, it has ecstasy and hallucinogenic effects. ”

He smiled dryly and withdrew his pipe into his arms, and said to Ning An, "But only when it reaches a certain amount will it have an impact on the wizard." ”

He finally jumped off the high foot, and Ning An could see Zankas clearly? Boiman's height, he is about Ning'an's waist/ji, his back is a little hunched, but his legs and feet are quite neat.

"Let's go, Mr. Headmaster?" He looked at Ning An, as if asking what he meant.

"Then let's go, Mr. Boiman." Ning An nodded happily, and a smile appeared on Zancas's face, although it was not very clear hidden under the cloth hat, but he could see it clearly.

He took two of his followers out first, Ning An followed, Karkaroff, Samantha and Walter silently followed, the streets were still deserted, and occasionally a few people passing by also ignored the reindeer carriage parked in front of the tavern, Ning An guessed that it must have performed a magic similar to Muggle expulsion.

The two attendants put Zancas on the frame and sat down in the position of the driver in front of him, Zancas pushed open the door of the carriage, Ning An felt a warm heat rushing to his face, and he stepped on the iron steps and boarded the carriage.

As if the Traceless Stretching Spell had been cast, the compartment was spacious, not exaggerated to the extent that it had several rooms, but it was also an extremely spacious living room.

The fireplace burned tepidly on the inside, the floor was dark wood, slightly damp/shiny hardwood, covered with a red plush carpet, and there were no sofas, but a few futon-like cushions.

Ning An walked over, chose a cushion by the window, sat down with interest, and looked out the window.

"This is the most luxurious deer chariot in the clan, and the wizards are also involved in the production-" Zancas introduced to Ning An, "Actually, these magics, our people, can also be used-"

Speaking of this, his wording suddenly became cautious, and the three of Karkaroff and Samantha, who had just sat down, stopped moving, and Ning An still looked out the window with a smile, as if he did not refute Zankas's words.

"Yo-"

There was a low deer roar, and the sound of hooves on the ground gradually became more and more rapid from sparse to sparse, and the carriage was still stable, but the scenery outside the window began to recede rapidly, Ning An got closer to the window, and grabbed the window edge with his hand.

Zancas didn't seem to want to disturb Ning An's interest, he kept silent, and quietly sat down beside Ning An, and the carriage returned to calm.

Ning An watched the houses on the street retreat faster and faster, faster and faster, and then in the next moment, they suddenly leaned downward, as if the entire block began to sink, and then, he suddenly realized that it was not the block that was falling, but they were flying.

The door of the white house outside the window, the flower bed in front of the door, the window on the second floor, the white roof, and then the door disappeared from view, then the flower bed, the window, only the lonely roof remained, and in the end, even the roof was gone, only the sky was full of clouds, and Ning An seemed to be able to see the transparent wind blowing back and forth in mid-air.

He had seen the Pegasus pulling the cart in Beauxbaton, and compared to the deer cart of the Sami people, the flying car must be more gorgeous, but Ning An envied their way, probably the flying broomstick was the last thing Ning An wanted to ride in his life.

Last semester, when he saw Beauxbatons' twelve winged pegases, he thought that if he could travel in such a car, it would be much better than riding a broomstick.

He couldn't forget what it was like to be blown by the cold wind and sway, but only to clamp a bare broom.

The scenery on the ground was rapidly getting smaller, and at first the outline of the whole town could be seen, and the lights of a few houses turned into a black dot, and as the deer cart flew higher and farther away, the black dot disappeared.

The mountains that enclose the town in the center reveal a hazy rudiment, hidden in the clouds, some low below the deer carts, some high in the straight clouds, a few curved, coiled rivers that wind between the valleys and the forests, and do not know where they are going.

For the first time, Ning An observed Durmstrang from this perspective, which was perhaps not as lively as London, nor as magical as Hogsmeade, but it had a different flavor.

Zankas was very calm, all the way down, as if not to disturb Ning An's pleasure, he always sat silently, occasionally pointing out which river was under the ground, what town was called there, and other than that, he didn't say much, although Ning An could see that it was important for him to let the children of the Sami tribe who were gifted with magic learn.

After flying in the sky like this for about an hour, I don't know how many towns it flew over, the deer cart finally descended slowly, this is a plain covered with white ice, Ning An has never seen such a plain, the radius of a hundred miles has become pure white, he even thought that he had come to the North Pole.

After passing through the last trace of greenery in a forest, with a "boom" of contact, Ning An knew that they were back on the ground, and the scenery outside the car window was extremely vast and could not be seen at a glance.

Except for white, it was still white, Ning An didn't dare to look hard, for fear of snow blindness, he sat back on his cushion, only to find that Kakaroff and Walter, who had come with him, were sitting on the mat as usual, and Samantha had already fallen asleep to the side.

Ning An couldn't cry or laugh, and after thinking for a few minutes, he was about to decide whether to wake him up, when the carriage stopped, and Zancas slowly stood up and said in a deep voice

"Mr. Headmaster, we're here."

Ning An heard a loud commotion coming from outside the car, and Zancas seemed to hear it too, his expression suddenly became nervous, and the wrinkled skin on his face was twisted together.

There were a few men shouting loudly...... Then there was a deafening, shrill roar......

Zancas's face changed drastically, he pushed open the door and hurriedly got out of the car, Ning An followed behind him and beckoned Walter to wake Samantha up and get out of the car together.

In front of him was a vast tribe, tents like flowers blooming on a white grassland, and just in front of the deer cart stopping, a group of men were jumping around the flames—and then, Ning An's mouth opened wide in surprise.

It's not a flame, it's a dragon.

On the snow-white ice field, two fierce fire dragons were locked in a narrow area surrounded by thick wooden planks, and the ground was covered with ice that would not melt all year round, and they were all scorched, revealing the black color of the earth.

The dragons stood on their hind legs, roaring—snorting and snorting—and flames erupted from their open, fanged mouths and swept across the earth and sky, their necks held high, their beaks fifty feet above the ground.

"It's the Norwegian Ridgeback—" Karkaroff's voice sounded softly behind Ning An's ears, "The Sami people make a living from reindeer and dragon training, and most of the world's Norwegian Ridgeback Dragon eggs are sold from them - of course they can sometimes get Swedish Short-nosed ......."

Ning An looked at the two evil dragons with black bodies and many black spikes on their wings, they were tied by iron chains, and those iron chains were connected to the large thick leather belts that tied the dragon's legs and the dragon's neck, and the people around the two dragons were desperately dragging the chains, trying to subdue the fire dragon, and kept throwing some powder into the air.

When the dragon's white nostrils inhale the powder, the horn bumps on his head will tremble, and the orange-red eyes that bulge outward will show a sleepy appearance, and even the flames and the strength of the struggle seem to be less violent.