Professor Norman didn't say much unrelated to the class, and after a wave of hatred for Norin, he continued to teach as if nothing had happened.

Norlin blinked and whispered to Giles, "That Stewart he was talking about...... Who is it? ”

Giles stole a glance at the podium, and when he saw that Professor Norlin was not paying attention to them, he quietly replied:

"He's ...... A genius, a real genius. ”

"Genius?"

Norlin chewed on the word a little oddly.

"Yes."

Giles nodded with a serious expression, "He is recognized as a genius in the whole of Durmstran, and everyone has no doubt that his future achievements will be lower than that of Senior Sister Meredith." ”

Seeing that Norin's face was still a little disapproving, Giles thought for a moment and said:

"He's always been at the top of his grade, and his magic skills are stronger than most of the seniors, and he's also outstanding in other subjects. Last year, he even challenged Meredith, and although he lost, it was only a one-trick difference that shocked the entire school. You know, he was only in the third grade last year, and Senior Sister Meredith was already in the sixth grade......"

"So, this year's exchange student to Hogwarts is him? I thought it was Krum. ”

Norlin touched his chin and said. Before coming to Durmstrang, he really thought so. After all, this was the only one of Durmstrang's more famous students he knew.

"Yes. Krum is also a ruthless man, having led a couple of seniors to a fight at the Quidditch pitch a year ago, and he won the battle. However, he was banned for a year, and spent his entire third year watching the people on the pitch play Quidditch before he could play this year. Then again, you're also in third grade this year......"

Giles said to himself, and suddenly he realized that he was sitting next to an even more violent monster, Professor Mars, who had just entered the third year and could win the Dark Arts class......

In this way, Hogwarts seems to have put in an exchange student who is even more excessive than Stewart.

Stewart ...... Why is this man not mentioned in all their letters? ”

Norlin narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself.

The first Transfiguration lesson passed quickly, and Professor Norman did not go into any advanced content, but further strengthened the students on the essence of Transfiguration, which was of little use to Norin.

After class, Professor Norman gave Norlin a meaningful look, as if to remind Norlin not to forget his explanation.

Norlin looked helpless, he didn't even know where Campbell Ayman was now, where did he get to Professor Norman's office?

Do you want him to be like Campbell Ayman, who is blind all over the castle and finds him by luck?

Norlin shook his head, thinking that this matter could be put aside until Campbell Ayman returned to the dorm. Professor Norman could openly target him, Hogwarts, and it would be understandable for him to delay a little time.

Although I don't know what the grudge between Professor Norman and Hogwarts is, Norlin doesn't want to know that it is a love-hate relationship decades ago.

Now he's thinking about a very serious question, which is...... Why did he feel that the president, Karkaroff, was the most powerful one after meeting several professors at Durmstrang?

Nolin was still amazed by Professor Mars's masterful black magic, and the fluctuations in his magic that Professor Norman inadvertently revealed when he performed Transfiguration were not to be underestimated. Even the relatively young Professor Brown gave Norlin a sense of mystery and mystery to him, only Mr. Chancellor...... Seems to be a bit of a stretch.

Who is the weakest and who is the headmaster?

After the Transfiguration class, the morning is free time. Norlin had to sigh at Durmstrang's loose curriculum, which consisted of only two classes several days a week.

Norin stepped out of the castle hall and into the snowstorm.

The snow is heavy and the snow is deep. The castle was shrouded in wind and snow, as if draped in a white veil, which looked somewhat beautiful.

Nolin lifted his feet out of the snow with some difficulty and continued on his way. He wanted to take advantage of the time to take a good look around the castle.

It was snowing and visibility was low, and Norlin could barely make out the Quidditch pitch not far away. The four stout pillars stood bare in the snow, and the fluttering courtyard flag had long since been removed.

Norlin walked in the direction of the court, and came to the wall carved with the Deathly Hallows.

The wall is scarred, and it's not hard to see that it has been baptized by war. The pattern on the wall was dim, but Norlin sensed the magic fluctuations in the pattern.

After all these years, hasn't the mana been completely depleted......

Norlin thought with some amazement, and felt a faint admiration for the owner of the carved pattern, the original Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald. This level of magic is far from being able to be done by Nolin now.

Norlin reached out and touched the wall. There was a rough touch of the wall skin and the smoothness of the snow on the wall.

His eyes suddenly froze, and the remnants of magic on the wall seemed to drill into his hands, and then break into his body. Norlin immediately withdrew his hand, solemnly clearing away the foreign magic.

There was only a tiny trace of magic entering his body, but it took Norin a lot of effort to expel it. In a short period of time, that magic power was frantically devouring the original magic power in Nolin's body, and it continued to grow.

Norin looked at the wall in front of him with jealousy, and couldn't help but guess Grindelwald's strength back then. With all the remaining magic having such a terrifying effect, it's no wonder that Grindelwald's war was able to sweep across Europe.

So, what is the strength of Professor Dumbledore, who defeated Grindelwald in a head-to-head duel......

Noreen thought wildly, not daring to touch the wall again, and looked around the wall closely. But when he walked around behind the wall, his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

On the snow behind the wall, a lone figure lay down. The brown robe looked out of place in the white snow.

"Find a secret room...... How did you find this place? ”

Norin muttered strangely, shook the body of the man on the ground, and said:

"Wake up."

Campbell Ayman, a lover of the Chamber of Secrets, was lying unconscious in the snow, his face cold blue.

"Are you stunned by the cold......

Norlin's face was solemn, and he didn't dare to delay any longer, so he floated Campbell Ayman's body under a spell, and ran to the school hospital.