"Welcome to Durmstrang, where you will learn the skills necessary to be a good wizard and, if strong enough, teach the unfathomable dark arts. In the same way, if there is no visible progress, those people will receive some small punishment. ”

Igor Karkarov said coldly, and only at the last sentence did a sneer on his thin face curle.

There was a chill in the auditorium, and no one dared to interfere with the headmaster's speech. Many people shrank uncontrollably, presumably because they had experienced what Karkarov called "a small punishment." ”

Norlin listened to him and looked around. Durmstrang didn't have many students, and it had a lot to do with Karkaroff.

Since Igor Karkarov took over as headmaster, many parents of students have taken their children out of school because of his callousness.

In terms of his reputation alone, he is probably the lowest in Durmstrang's history.

"Now, find your place and sit down."

Karkaroff smiled and raised his voice, "Meredith, I haven't seen you in a few months, let me take a good look at you." ”

The old students consciously walked to their places and sat down, while the new students stood stunned and at a loss.

Norlin saw a tall girl walk out of the crowd, walk straight to the front, and sit down on the lonely chair.

She has fair skin, delicate facial features, long light blonde hair with slightly curls, and light brown flat eyebrows. A pair of light blue eyes are deep and indifferent, the bridge of the nose is high but not, and the demeanor is cold and self-controlled.

"I hope you can keep in mind that positions are not set in stone. As long as you dare to challenge and overcome the person in front of you, then his seat is yours. ”

Karkaroff said, waving his wand, and three huge portraits appeared out of thin air in front of the VIP seats.

The three people in the painting have different expressions, but they all faintly carry an incomparably large amount of magic fluctuations, and Norin is a little frightened at a glance.

"Nelida Vokanova, Harfon Monte, and Fergusner Pandora are the three greatest principals in Durmstran's history, and your branch will be decided by them."

The three portraits depict two men and one woman, all wearing a black high-pointed wizard's hat.

As soon as Karkarov's words fell, there was an exclamation from among the freshmen, and the old students were not surprised. It seems that each school has done a good job of secrecy in its branches.

Even Norlin was a little surprised. Good guys, call out the historical figures directly to the freshman branch, Durmstrang's handwriting is really big.

"Now that I read my name, I walked up to the three principals and let them judge which house to be assigned to."

Karkaroff glanced around at the standing freshmen, pulled out a piece of parchment, and read, "Keith Zucker!" ”

A boy with a little freckles on his face staggered out of the crowd and came to the three figures with a history of nearly 1,000 years.

Nelida Vokanova is a typical Bulgarian witch who only glances at Keith Zack and does not speak. The same was true of Harfonmont, only Fergusner Pandora nodded, and the old voice resounded through the hall:

"Heimdall."

There was silence in the hall, and no one applauded. Cecil Howard, the prefect of Heimdall, who was sitting in the front, stood up and led him to the back of the empty seat to sit down.

Keith Zach had a deep confusion and restraint on his face, as if he couldn't adapt to the atmosphere in the hall.

"Daisy Wright."

Karkaroff pronounced the next name, and a little girl stepped out.

"Göfoffe."

The girl named Meredith, who sat at the front, spoke to Daisy Wright, who walked to the end and sat next to Keith Zack.

Norlin found that the three portraits seemed to be a bit old-fashioned and sluggish, and seemed to only function as a separate courtyard. He guessed that the three headmasters must have applied the corresponding magic to their portraits before they died, otherwise, it would have been too exciting if it were a real person.

As Karkaroff spat out name after name, fewer and fewer freshmen were standing, and at last only Nolin and Jasmine stood alone not far from the entrance to the hall.

"Jasmine Rasambo."

Karkaroff looked at the two people standing and spoke.

Jasmine's body stiffened, and she subconsciously glanced up at Norin, who couldn't see any expression on her face, which made her a little disappointed. She took a deep breath and took a nervous step.

"Vampires, it's been a long time since a vampire came to Durmstrang."

Nelida Vokanova recognized Jasmine's identity at a glance, chuckled rarely, and whispered in a voice that only they and Jasmine could hear.

Jasmine was shocked, she didn't expect these unmasked portraits to be able to easily see through her own race. She was still worried about whether they would refuse to accept her because she was a vampire, but she didn't expect them to react like this.

"Come to Enheria, kid, this is the place for you. ”

Harfang Monte's beard was windless and automatic, and his voice was dull and rough.

Jasmine nodded in confusion, and Harfon Monte said in a loud voice:

"Encria!"

Jasmine froze in place for two seconds before she realized it was time for her to go. With the experience gained from the previous observations, she consciously went to the end and sat down in front of Nolin.

"Congratulations on your arrival at your respective colleges. And the last man, an exchange student from Hogwarts, and one of the best young people there. ”

Karkaroff put away the parchment, stared at Nolin, who was furthest away from him, with gray eyes, and said, "However, before you can study at Durmstrang, you also need to find the right academy for you." ”

"Norin Davis!"

Many of them turned their heads to look at Norin, even though most of them had already met on the boat.

Norlin raised his eyebrows slightly, and walked slowly to the portrait.

He was still wearing a Ravenclaw robe, with a goshawk spreading its wings. At the age of thirteen, he already has a tall figure, coupled with a sunny and handsome appearance, and a heroic appearance, which makes many girls look sideways.

The three people in the portrait looked at him, and he looked at the three people in the portrait as well. Their faces were lifelike, but Norlin found that their eyes were dark.

"Heimdall!"

"Gio Feyne!"

"Encria!"

Three voices rang out in unison. Then, they each looked at each other and fell silent again.

Karkarov's eyes froze, and the silence in the hall was finally broken, and there was a slight discussion.