[Dear Hermione.]

I'm sorry I couldn't make some things clear to you, but I'm sure I haven't missed you for a moment since I left Hogwarts, and I think you've read the newspapers about me becoming the new Headmaster of Durmstrang, and it all feels like yesterday to me.

Now it's raining lightly outside the window, and I used to think that in such a cold place, the rain won't come, but now I think I'm wrong, but it's still cold and scary, Durmstrang's castle is like a big eerie mansion, and lately I'd like them to light torches all over the castle, but it seems a bit of a challenge to convention, they usually only light fires here when they're magical.

You should really try the salmon and dried cod here, better than the house-elves at the Hogwarts banquet, and that's one of the few things I've found here so far, oh yes, it's so spacious, and if you have the chance, you'll love this meadow surrounded by mountains, next to a big clear lake, several times bigger than the Black Lake, and I'd love to jump in and swim a few laps if I wasn't afraid of the cold.

Swimming or something is a joke, and seriously this school does have a special flavor, but the cold spoils a lot of fun, and the weather is getting warmer a little bit during this time, but I can't imagine how I can spend the whole winter here. ]

Ning An blew dry the black ink on the clean paper, stopped writing and read it again, the torch in Principal Durmstrang's office burned quietly, and there were several black shadows on the ceiling still squirming back and forth, no one could figure out what it was.

The drizzle of rain wet the windows, and the dark curtains were opened, but the sky covered by dark clouds still could not show a trace of light, and the darkness was no different from the night, but this was exactly what Ning An liked, he hadn't seen what the black sky looked like for a long time.

After a pause, Ning An looked out the window in a daze, the raindrops were like flower petals, hitting the transparent glass window, splashing one by one, and there was never a flower that bloomed more quickly than them, and it also decayed faster.

Ning An moved his fingers, as if he had thought of something, and continued to write:

[

Speaking of house-elves, the house-elves of Durmstrang will be paid 1 silver sike a month, and a day off, don't say I give too little, you don't see the way they look when they hear that I'm going to pay them, they probably think the new headmaster is going to fire them, you should be happy to "vomit", with a real power figure like me, well, I admit that I am very proud now, and the next time we meet, you will have to praise me.

Now that I've said that, I think you already know some of the reforms I'm going to make at Durmstrang, and if you don't know it yet, it won't be long before it gets out.

At the beginning of the next semester, Durmstrang's admissions conditions will be relaxed to Muggle-born wizards, and they will also be admitted, and the discrimination against non-pure-blood wizards here is not as serious as I imagined, maybe it's just from Kazakhstan? Monte began, set some kind of bad tradition, I believe in the school's founder Nelida? Ms. Vokanova probably didn't mean that.

Or that I am willing to change such conditions, in fact, because my lover, you, are also Muggle-born witches, I want you to understand, Hermione, in my eyes never regarded bloodline as an obstacle or a reason for comparing a person to be not good, I prefer to believe that a person's excellence is the development of his experience and personality. ]

Putting down the pen, Ning An moved his fingers, he stretched his waist, the silver bird-shaped silverware on the table jumped, jumped over, lowered his head as if he wanted to pick up the letter paper, was gently patted on the head by Ning An, and muttered:

"What's the hurry, I haven't finished writing yet."

He picked up the pen again, buried himself in his head and continued to write:

[I don't miss you for a moment, as for how I became the headmaster of this ancient magic school, it's a very complicated issue, I don't think you want to find out in a letter, sorry, I can't write too much, it involves a lot of people, many families, but I'm willing to tell you all this face to face when we meet.]

I don't want to explain anything with the excuse that I have too many things to attend to and that I'm very busy here, but I really want to find a spare time and go back to England and maybe we can meet at that time, or maybe you'd like to come to Durmstrang for a holiday, and if that would be great, then we can talk about poetry, about things you like, things I like, about how we hang out on the streets of London, and oh my God, just thinking about it makes me look forward to it.

Let's see, I'll find a way to take a break from my time, no one can keep me in the principal's office, you say.

Looking forward to meeting you.

Yours

.

]

"Bang Bang"

There was a knock on the hardwood door, and the wooden planks of Chao/shi made a dull noise, "Mr. Principal, Mr. Abel has arrived, and you have made an appointment to meet with Mr. Zhang/Deputy Department today-"

Ning An put the pen on the cap and threw it into a pen holder full of quill pens, gently rolled up the letterhead, took out a long red ribbon from the drawer under the table, tied it in the middle of the letter, and then handed it to the bird-shaped silverware that had been waiting for a long time.

"Please come in."

Ning An pushed the front of the table and leaned himself against the back of the chair in the back, and as his words fell, the door was pushed open, and Pani walked in with gold-rimmed eyes, wearing a dark red robe, and nodded towards Ning An

"Deputy Abel/Zhang has arrived, Mr. Principal."

From Pani? Behind Starr came a wizard of about forty or fifty years of age, of medium height, wearing a gray tweed coat with an open placket, and carrying a briefcase in his left hand, and slowly walked into the office, his eyes half-open, and he looked sleepy-eyed.

He walked across the marble floor and almost slipped accidentally, but fortunately, Pani helped him not to make a fool of himself, and in less than half a minute, Ning An already had a general impression of the person in front of him.

"Hah-"

He let out a long yawn, sat down at Ning An's desk, sniffled, and said with a sneer, "I didn't sleep well last night, you know, it's so bright—"

Ning An smiled and nodded, understanding that this deputy minister/Mr. Zhang probably hadn't slept all night, who knows why he went.

"Okay...... Ha...... Mr. Ning An...... Ah, Mr. Headmaster, let's get down to business......" He yawned incessantly, opened his mouth, rubbing his nose and eyes from time to time, and Pani frowned on the sidelines, unable to imagine how the deputy department of the Norwegian Ministry of Magic/zhang could be like this.

Ning An didn't seem to care, still looking at him with a smile.

"Here...... Ha...... Here, and this ......," the wizard took the papers out of his briefcase and put them on the table, "Mr. Ningan, this is about Durmstrang and ...... Ha...... Cooperation agreement with the Norwegian Ministry of Magic......"

He rubbed his eyes and said, "Including employment referrals, priority agreements, and various welfare subsidies......"

"Okay, that's great, thank you very much, Mr. Abel-" Ning An stood up and shook hands with the distracting-looking deputy minister/zhang in a friendly manner, "I want you to send these yourself." ”

"Nils, just call me Nils...... "Nils? Abel was grabbed by Ning An's hand and shook it a few times, he was not strong, and the whole person was in a daze, he was almost shaken down, looking at the gap, he hurriedly withdrew his hand, covered his mouth, stopped yawning and said:

"It's ...... My job ...... Ha......" He still couldn't hold back, it looked really sleepy, "If, if nothing else, then I'll go back......"

"Okay, then I won't bother you, Mr. Abel," Ning An glanced at Pani, who hurriedly led the way:

"Please go this way, Ministry/Mr. Zhang-"

Ning An sat back at the desk, boredly flipping through the papers in front of him, the Norwegian Ministry of Magic gave him a completely different impression from the British Ministry of Magic, they seemed to be a group of pension workers who only knew how to fish and watch Quidditch, and only barely got in touch after a full week after he took over as Headmaster Durmstrang.

Compared to Cornelly? Fudge is so eager to grasp the power in his own hands, these magic officials in Norway are simply wantless and make Ning An feel uncomfortable, no wonder Durmstrang's financial resources before came from other investment school directors and wizard families, not the Norwegian Ministry of Magic, the ministry probably never thought of interfering in Durmstrang's affairs from the beginning.

"Hey, there's a subsidy." Ning An looked at the document, which read: The Ministry of Magic gives a monthly allowance of 5 Galleons to staff at the level of professor and above.

"It's better than nothing." Putting the documents aside, Ning An leaned comfortably on the chair, the light rain outside the window was still falling, this was indeed a suitable day for nesting indoors, he was thinking about whether to go back to his room to take a nap, and a low shout came from outside the door

"Ning...... Mr. Ningan, the Hogwarts messenger has arrived. ”

As the former principal, he always felt that it was awkward to call Ning An, and Ning An didn't mind, telling him that he could get used to it slowly, as long as he didn't call him professor, he could call him anything.

"Please come in."

Ning An leaned lazily in the chair, the room was warmed by a few torches, people couldn't help but be lazy, watching the door be pushed open again, Ning An guessed in his heart, who did Dumbledore send?

As mentioned in the letter that Krum brought back before, Dumbledore simply talked about Voldemort's return, and expressed the hope that Ning An could fight Voldemort with him.

Ning An had to admire Dumbledore's eloquence, after reading a letter, he was almost determined to support Dumbledore, and obviously Arbus didn't think that a letter could completely pull Ning An to his side, so he also mentioned at the end that someone would visit Hogwarts in a few days, but he didn't expect to come so soon.

Is there any and Nils? Abel met, Ning An thought about it, the two came one after the other, and they always felt that they would meet, but in the state of Mr. Zhang, most of them would not notice who was coming.

"Please come in—"

Karkaroff's stiff voice interrupted Ning An's reverie, he didn't seem very happy, and then two blurred black shadows flashed in from outside the door, one was tall and thin, wearing a silver-white cloak, it was Karkaroff, the footsteps behind him slowly sounded, dressed in a black robe, and simply approved a dark cloak, Snape stood in front of Ning An with a cold face.

With black, greasy shoulder-length straight hair fluttering gently, his face was sallow, and he looked at Ning An's gaze, cold and unfathomable, but he finally maintained the etiquette of being an envoy.

Ning An looked a little incredulous, and opened his mouth slightly, he didn't expect Dumbledore to actually put Severus? Snape sent him, who was probably the only person at Hogwarts who could be called his teacher, even though Professor McGonagall liked him at the time.

But on the one hand, Snape was the head of Slytherin and had much more contact with Ningan than McGonagall, and on the other hand, whether it was in potions or other spells, Snape privately taught Ningan more than one or two hands, which is why Snape was later extremely angry at Ningan's actions, which he regarded as a betrayal.

"Long time no see, Professor Snape—"

Ning An hurriedly got up, made a detour from behind his desk, and glanced at Karkaroff, who glanced at Snape again, bowed his head, and turned and walked out of the headmaster's office.

"Not necessarily that long, Mr. Headmaster."

Snape was polite and courteous, he bowed slightly to Ning An, but his head was never lowered, his eyes did not make contact with Ning An, he just said as if he was reading from the book:

"As for my intentions this time, I think Headmaster Dumbledore has made it clear in his letter-"

"Professor, I'm sorry," Ning An said slowly, interrupting Snape, "As for what I did before, you know I was very immature at the time, and I did that-"

"No, there's nothing strange about that," Snape looked up and stared at Ning An with his dark eyes, his gaze gradually becoming unfathomable.

"I could tell from the beginning that you were ambitious, far more ambitious than Malfoy, and that's one of the reasons I was willing to train you in the first place......"

Snape's eyes were staring at Ning An, as if he wanted to read something out of his mind, but unfortunately, Ning An's Occlumency was no longer inferior to him, and Snape couldn't see anything other than a pair of clear black eyes.

"Good Occlumency......" he whispered.

"Professor, your Guardian is still so good."

"What I admire more is actually your kung fu of reversing black and white, Ning An." Snape put away a small smile and stared gloomily at Ning'an.