Time flies, fleeting, Durmstrang's July flies very quickly, and seeing the footsteps of August, it is approaching.

Although he was still wary of Ning'an, Harry had to admit that his days in Durmstrang were much more comfortable than wandering, sleeping in a soft velvet four-legged bed, waking up every morning with a hearty breakfast on the table, caviar-coated bread, cheese, grilled sausages, beans, and soups, and the house-elves here were no worse than Hogwarts's, and slightly better at local specialties.

After eating, he lived a life of idleness, he usually chose to go outside for a walk on the grass, the first time he saw this vast meadow, Harry was also shocked, more than three times the size of the Hogwarts grounds, it must be exciting to hold a Quidditch tournament here, Harry thought silently.

On the grass-like field, Harry would often step on a small mushroom covered with a black mane, and the pink, prickly skin contracted nervously after being stepped on, and out of curiosity, Harry crouched down and took a closer look.

"It's best not to tease it, that thing will whip you with its tentacles." Ning An didn't know when he appeared behind Harry.

He may have been an apparition, Harry thought casually, he had gradually become accustomed to Ning'an's presence these days, but the pit viper Poole made it clear to Harry that he was afraid of Ning'an, so Harry put it in the forest early, and of course Poole promised that he would come back before Harry was interrogated on August 2nd.

"What is this?" Hearing that he would be attacked, Harry backed away a little, but was still curious about the pink, mushroom-like creatures.

"Hoklap, a pesky pest, a goblin favorite." Ning An said with a frown, obviously he didn't like this creature.

"So, are they going to recruit goblins?"

Harry thought of his first visit to the Burrow in his second year, where Mrs. Weasley asked him and Ron to go out into the garden to pluck goblins, and the one-foot-tall little ones with big, out-of-proportion heads were so funny.

They are very curious, and when people get rid of the goblins, they will quickly run out of their holes to see what is going on, making them easy to catch.

"Yes, once the goblins take root in such a large grassland, it will be troublesome, and maybe when the time comes, we will have to introduce the soil mink, I don't know what trouble it will cause——"

Ning An also followed to Harry's side, crouched down, and carefully observed Hoklap on the ground.

"So you're going to pull it out/chu? Like a goblin moblin? ”

Harry asked, remembering that he had worked with Ron to catch the goblins in the back garden of the Burrow, spin them in circles until they were stunned, and then throw them out of the garden walls, and the goblins would sometimes shout "let me go", which was not very effective, as the goblins would usually sneak back, because Mr. Weasley, who was always tolerant of them, and found them funny.

"No, no, if you see those thorns on them, they'll poke your hands." Ning An pointed to the dense pink thorns on the mushroom, then stood up and shouted loudly to the other side of the grassland:

"Sgard—Glopp—there's some little pests here—come and see what we've found—"

Harry squinted his eyes and peered out from behind his old glasses, and on the other side of the meadow, there was also a wooden hut similar to the Hogwarts hunting hut, except that it was much larger than Hagrid's hut, at least twice as high, and with Ning An's call, Harry saw two dark shadows gradually become clear in his vision.

It was a tall and a short one, and it was probably not appropriate to describe them as tall and short, because the difference between the two was so great, and the shorter one, probably about the same height as Harry, walked closer, and Harry saw that he was dressed like a farmer in the countryside.

A half-open shirt with sleeves rolled up, hemp jeans with trouser legs rolled up high, and a pair of mud-stained boots on his feet, he seemed to be about the same age as Harry in appearance.

Looking at the one next to him, Harry had to admit that this was the first time he had seen a "human" taller than Hagrid and Madame Maxim, maybe this was the giant Hermione was talking about, Harry thought silently, he had heard Hermione say that the forest of Durmstrang was inhabited by a tribe of giants, and they would also send some fresh prey to the castle from time to time, and seemed to maintain a very close relationship with Ning'an.

Now, Harry is not surprised to say that Ning An can command giants, he has lived in Durmstrang these days, and he has already realized that Ning An is no longer the student he used to be in Slytherin, he has really become the headmaster of a magic school, both in strength and power.

"Come, come over here, Glopp-" Ning An waved his hand and shouted, "Come pull this thing/chu, haha, you must like this little thing." ”

The giant named Glop, about sixteen feet tall, with white skin like rocks on a snowy mountain, wore a wide black robe, which Harry had bet was large enough for twenty beds to be sheets, and carried a large wooden barrel in his hand, and it seemed as if the ground was shaking with every step.

"Mr. Headmaster," Sgard approached, and stooped down to bow to Ning An first, and then the giant named Glopp also bent down and stammered in broken English:

"First...... Mr...... Under...... Good afternoon......"

"Haha, Glopp, you're doing a good job, you're learning these things really fast, unexpectedly smart, and you, Sgard, your teaching results are really good!"

"Thank you for your appreciation——!" Sgard's expression was overjoyed, and Harry stared dumbfounded at the slightly shy giant after being praised, even if not as knowledgeable as Hermione, he knew how irritable a giant was.

They are easily provoked, and every day in addition to fighting, that is, fighting, when will they be like now, speaking English, wearing ordinary people's robes, and taking the initiative to say hello to people, if known by the Daily Prophet, this will be enough to make the front page of tomorrow.

"Come on, let's pull this disobedient little creature out of the ground, it's up to you, Glopp, of course."

Ning An took a few steps out of the way, and Grope seemed to become very excited, and put down the large wooden barrel he was carrying, which was higher than Harry, and placed on the ground, and Harry couldn't see the inside of the barrel.

"What's in there?"

He had taken a few steps back so as not to get in the way of Glopp, and Sgard, who had come to his side, seemed to be very talkative, perhaps because he rarely met his peers here, and told Harry familiarly:

"It's all Hograp, and Grope will collect the Hoghlap that he cleared in the hunting grounds."

"So this stuff is really all over the place?" Harry was intrigued by a creature he had never seen before.

"Ah, yes—" Sgard explained, as he watched as Glop reached out and unfearlessly grabbed Hoklap in the field:

"They eat earthworms, breed, and in a few days they can cover an average-sized garden tightly, thanks to you spotting this guy."

Reaching out and patting Harry on the shoulder, although this made Harry not very accustomed to it, Sgard continued to speak enthusiastically as if he was not aware of it:

"Otherwise, in a few days, it will be even more difficult to clean up, you're a wizard, right?"

Harry watched in a daze as Glop wrestled with Hoklap, the soft-looking meat mushroom was surprisingly strong enough to make it so hard for the giant to pull it up.

"Hmm...... Yes, I mean, yes, I'm a wizard......"

"Oh my God, that's pretty cool, you're going to have a lot of magic, I bet—" Sgard was inexplicably excited, which made Harry wonder what he meant, could it be that the young boy standing next to him was a Muggle?

But how is this possible? How could Ning An let a Muggle manage Durmstran's hunting grounds?

"You studied at a magic school—how about it, school life is great!"

Sgard asked vigorously, as if Harry was the first wizard of his age he had met, but it was true, no matter how old Ning An looked on the outside, his identity and status did not allow Sgard to talk to him so unscrupulously.

Harry didn't really want to respond, what should he say, that he had been expelled from Hogwarts? Saying goodbye to the wizarding world soon?

"I'll be coming to Durmstrang next semester - you don't know how hard it is, if it weren't for Lord Ning'an giving me the opportunity......"

Harry wanted to plug his ears, it was as if someone was reminding him over and over again that Ning An was already the principal of a magic school who could decide the fate of others and give others access to the wizarding world, and he, Harry? Potter - but because he used two small spells during the holidays, he was about to break his wand and say goodbye to Hogwarts.

"Oh, yes—" Harry responded perfunctorily, desperately hoping to change the subject, "this little thing has a lot of strength—"

Sgard was stunned for a moment, and found that the wizard in front of him seemed to be more interested in Hoklap, so he immediately dutifully introduced:

"Of course, don't underestimate them, their tentacles are very powerful, and they usually stretch deep into the ground, so it's not easy to pull them out."

"But what can you do by getting them out?"

Harry watched as Glopp finally sat down on the ground, and at the same time pulled out the pink meat mushroom, and with a long string of fangs and claws, waving tentacles, the giant casually threw the Hoklap into the tall barrel.

"They don't have many uses, but they're barely useful." Ning An walked over from the other side, looking very excited, as if he had just watched a wonderful boxing match.

"The Hoklap juice extracted from Hoklap is the raw material for making healing potions, and it can also be used to make herbicides, how? Didn't Professor Snape teach you, Harry? ”

Ning An giggled, Harry was sure he was making fun of himself, Snape didn't like himself, from the first class of the first year, everyone knew about it, Ning An was praised in that class, Harry suddenly found that this memory was still vivid in retrospect.

Without answering Ning An, Harry turned his head and walked towards the big lake in the opposite direction, the mist on the lake was misty, and there were several large ships that were as cold as ghost ships moored, and Ning An seemed to say something to Sgard and Glopp behind him, and after a while he chased after him.

"Still worried about being expelled from Hogwarts?" Ning An asked lightly, he seemed to have been happy lately.

Indeed, it was hard to imagine that he could be unhappy, Harry thought depressedly, fame, status, he had all this, even his good friend Hermione had become his lover, and it was normal to be happy in such a beautiful place, as the headmaster.

"Dumbledore has sent me a letter," Ning An's next words made Harry no longer able to pretend to ignore them, and he felt his heart thump, like a dying dead wood, rejuvenated.

"Oh, what did Dumbledore say?" Even though there was already a lot of turmoil in his heart, on the surface, Harry still had a straight face, and he was a little afraid to hear Ning An say, "Dumbledore has decided to expel you!" "That's the case.

"Dumbledore said his personal opinion is that he won't expel you, so apparently you just need to pass the interrogation of the Ministry of Magic on August 2 and everything will be solved—"

When the two came to the lake, the fresh cool breeze brought the unique smell of aquatic plants by the lake, invading their sense of smell

"As long as the Wizengamot finds you innocent, then you will be fine, you can go back to Hogwarts and you will not be thrown into Azkaban."

The surface of the lake was rippling, and Harry watched as a large string of bubbles bubbled up not far away, and then the black man, churning and disappearing under the water, seemed to come to the surface of the water to stretch his waist, and he didn't know what kind of monster it was.

"So, you think I'm going to be acquitted?"

"Of course, nothing is absolute, Harry, but given that the last chief wizard of the Wizengamot was Dumbledore, you can imagine how many people there are supporting him."

"But hasn't Dumbledore already been taken out of the Wizengamot?" Harry looked down and picked up a small pebble and threw it into the water without making a single splash.

"But we can't ignore the fact that those who support him, they won't betray Dumbledore instantly just because he is no longer Wizengamot, you see, prestige is such a thing, often ingrained in people's hearts for a long time."

Ning An also lowered his head and picked up a stone, threw it hard, the stone was on the water, fell, jumped up again, fell, then jumped up again, and floated twice.

"So what do you want to say?" Harry looked at Ning An suspiciously, Ning An seemed a little different today than usual.

"It's nothing," Ning An shrugged, "just to let you know that there's nothing to worry about." ”

He glanced at Harry, then at the distance of the lake

"It's a little strange from start to finish, you know, sometimes you shouldn't have that emotion, you've never done anything to Dudley in all these years, no matter what you think in your heart...... Harry, I think someone is deliberately stirring up your negativity, maybe Voldemort, maybe someone else or something, that's what I'm trying to say, you have to understand for yourself - don't be taken advantage of, don't know it. ”