On this day, every corner of Durmstrang woke up from the ice and snow. Like a mountain and stone giant, it shook off the silence of the whole summer vacation and burst into vitality. The arrival of a new life has once again injected a breath of fresh blood into this ancient and heavy torso.

Norlin spent his first night in the dorm room peacefully. Except for a little cold when I woke up the next day, everything else was quite satisfying.

He got out of bed and found that his roommate, who didn't talk much and was a little aloof, was no longer in the dormitory.

When Norin finished washing up and was ready for the first class of the semester, a big problem lay in front of him.

What is the first lesson? Where are the classrooms? Don't have a textbook?

Norin thought for two seconds, ready to go out and ask someone.

He took out the scarf that he had stored in his pocket and wrapped it around his neck, wearing a thick coat that kept him warm.

There was no one in the lounge, so they should have gone to class.

The new semester begins, and no one wants to be late for the first class.

Norlin walked out of the lounge and up the castle floor. Under his deliberate search, he soon saw a person who was also walking on the stairs.

"Hey, excuse me."

Norlin shouted, and hurried after him.

The man turned around when he heard the voice, and when Norlin saw his face clearly, a faint sense of crisis suddenly rose in his heart - the handsomeness of this man was directly after him.

The boy wore Durmstrang's light brown formal school uniform, black hair and blue eyes, and skin with a healthy bronz. The contours of his facial features immediately reminded Norlin of ancient Roman sculptures of soldiers – the chin, lips and nose were very classical.

His physique looked very tall, and the well-fitting school uniform wrapped around his lean body, as if his whole body was full of strength.

The boy paused, his lips curled into a friendly loneliness, his eyes were full of curiosity, and he said:

"Hello. I know you, you're the exchange student from Hogwarts......"

Jerky English came out of his mouth, and perhaps neglecting to practice, he spoke extremely slowly, "My name is Giles O'Neill." ”

"The ......"

Somewhat surprised by his lack of English proficiency, Norlin decided not to dwell on the details, and asked, "Where is the first lesson?" ”

"I'll take you. It just so happened that I was going to class too. ”

Giles O'Neill said with a smile and walked upstairs side by side with Nolin.

"You're also in third grade?"

Norin asked as he walked, and with someone who knew the way, his heart suddenly did not panic.

"Yes."

Giles O'Neill nodded, and said in English with difficulty, "You can go out of school occasionally in the third grade. ”

Norin was also a little uncomfortable to listen to, hesitated for a moment and asked, "Don't you usually use English?" ”

"The students at the school come from all over Europe and speak a wide variety of languages."

Giles O'Neill explains, "German, French, English, Bulgarian...... Students are divided into circles based on their native language. I usually speak Bulgarian. ”

"Textbooks are usually in English, German and Bulgarian."

Norlin nodded knowingly, thinking that Hogwarts was not so much to do, all the students were from England, and the language was naturally not a problem.

It's just that Norin is a little puzzled, how did Karkaroff make all the students understand when he spoke at the dinner yesterday?

While talking, the two had already walked to the third floor, pushed open the door of a classroom and walked in.

Strange objects such as puppets and broken swords hung on the walls, and a black sigil depicting a double-headed eagle and a deer head was embedded in the wall, surrounded by Cyrillic letters.

This is Durmstrang's school crest.

The classroom was filled with all of Durmstrang's third-graders, who sat in different positions in circles, confirming what Giles O'Neal said.

Norlin also saw a number of girls, who were curiously looking at the two people who entered the door. For them, Nolin and Giles O'Neal standing together is a real pleasing sight.

Durmstrang, like Hogwarts, is a co-educational school, not a boys' school as it is called. It's just that the temperature in the school is too low, and they are all wearing thick cotton jackets, so they don't have the opportunity to show their proud figures, so they are reluctant to show their faces easily.

"Hey, Giles, over here."

In the front corner on the right side of the classroom, there are also several students sitting together. A burly boy stretched out his hand to Giles O'Neal and said.

Giles answered, smiled and asked Norlin, "Do you want to go and sit there?" ”

"Everything."

Norin said nonchalantly, and walked with him to the boy and sat down.

The students in this circle welcomed Norlin's arrival and took the initiative to greet him. Norin smiled and responded one by one.

On the podium, there stood an old professor with a gray beard. He watched as Nolin and the others sat down, and the class bell rang at the right time.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. ”

The old professor glanced around the classroom sharply, and spoke in a deep voice like thunder:

"You can call me Professor Mars. I'm going to be in charge of a course that's new to you: the Dark Arts class. ”

Norin's heart was shocked, he didn't expect that the first class was the one he was most interested in, and he immediately focused his energy.

"I believe that the school has already sent you textbooks, and many students have read them beforehand. But I would like to emphasize that the school allows the practice of dark arts in private, after all, our school is mainly combat magic. However, it is strictly forbidden to use black magic to attack classmates in the same school. ”

As his voice sounded, many people took out their textbooks.

Norlin poked his head curiously and glanced at Giles's textbook, only to find that it was in a language he didn't even recognize.

"This is Bulgarian written in the Glagolitic alphabet for secrecy."

As if to see Nolin's doubts, Giles explained quietly.

"The school has always had the name of being the darkest among the eleven magic schools in the world. Although this is not true, there is some truth to it. Principal Harfon Monte pioneered the study of the Dark Arts, a tradition that continues to this day. ”

Professor Mars frankly acknowledged the outside world's evaluation of Durmstrong, and said with a sneer, "Other schools don't have the courage to learn this unfathomable course, they are afraid of this course, but they don't know that the danger of magic depends on the wizard who uses it." Hogwarts is in the top three, but it only learns Defence Against the Dark Arts, and in my opinion, that's no more than that. ”

Many people looked at Norlin with interest to see how he reacted.