In the past, modern wizards' general understanding of ancient magic scripts was still at the level of "ancient scripts". Although the sorcerers learned that ancient magic texts contained magical powers through the interpretation of various documents, they did not know much about it.

In the wizarding world where "knowledge is power", even if some wizards have researched some specific results, most of them will not publicize them, but will treat them as a kind of "inheritance" for their descendants.

Because of this, the power of magic will not be as good as the next. Because even if there is a magic that is lost, the other wizards don't know about it, and they can only rot in silence.

And the magic literature that was once glorious in ancient times has gradually evolved into the current "ancient magic literature".

Norlin listened to Professor Hunter's lecture, but his heart involuntarily deserted. He was sure that Rowena Ravenclaw was also a researcher of magical literature, and he probably studied it quite deeply, but why did he leave Hogwarts with only the scaly claws of ancient magical texts?

“…… All in all, the mysteries of ancient magic literature are far beyond our imagination. ”

After the explanation just now, Professor Hunter changed the topic and said, "Next, let's start with the ancient runi script, which is the easiest for everyone to understand, and slowly unravel the mystery of the ancient magic script......

Also a liberal arts subject, Professor Hunter's Ancient Magic Writing class was much more vivid in Norlin's mind than Professor Binns's History of Magic. Although Norlin is also interested in the history of magic, Professor Binns is a ghost after all, and he can't be expected to maintain a vivid style when lecturing.

Professor Hunter's magic class gave the students a real sense of "this is also magic". Although in the specific study, everyone still could not avoid the boredom of memorization, but everyone's interest was aroused by the application of magic scripts that Professor Hunter showed from time to time.

This also made everyone full of good feelings for this new professor for the first time.

The next few weeks were the most student-like time Nolin spent at Durmstrang. Wake up on time, eat on time, go to class, do homework, and go to bed on time every day. Stable coursework.

Durmstrang's professors also taught well, and except for the Transfiguration class and the after-school homework for the ancient magic script, everything went smoothly and smoothly.

During this period, the presidents of those clubs did not give up on secretly inviting them, but they ran into a wall under Norin's resolute attitude, and regretted greatly.

If anything, the only thing that has changed is probably the house-elves that appear in Norin and Campbell's dormitories. He was bending over, wiping down the glass, tables, chairs, and bed edges in the dormitory, as if to clean up any dirt in the room.

Norlin remembers the first appearance of the house-elf.

That day, Campbell was still talking to Norlin about his speculation about the Chamber of Secrets, and Norlin was so excited about it that he was studying the ancient magic script at the table, but he was startled by a sudden explosion, and Campbell almost fell off the bed.

It wasn't until he put on his glasses that he could see where the sound was coming from.

A scrawny house-elf with ears as big as a bat and eyes of a plain green tennis ball appeared in the room. It wore a shabby padded jacket, bowed deeply to Nolin, its long, flat nose almost touched the carpet, and whispered:

"Dear Mr. Davis, after fierce competition in the clan, I finally won the opportunity to be your faithful servant."

Norlin stared at him in a daze, the quill in his hand dripping ink on the parchment, and he didn't even notice.

"You ......"

Norlin said in disbelief, sure he hadn't seen the house-elf. In fact, apart from the eyes at Gringotts, he hadn't encountered a single elf.

The house-elf, who called himself Luke, bowed again, facing the floor for a long time.

Norin looked at Luke, not knowing what to do. He hadn't come across a battle like this before. A house-elf suddenly appeared, and without saying a word, he wanted to recognize him as his master, but he didn't react at all.

After the war between the elves and the wizards, a large number of the elves became house-elves. They are a lowly race, they must serve their masters from generation to generation, undertake all household chores, be bound by their masters, and cannot disobey their master's orders at will, and must punish themselves for disobedience. No pay, no holidays.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a slave.

Strangely, the house-elves do not know or dare not fight for their rightful rights, and they regard serving their masters all their lives as the greatest honor.

There is only one exception, Dobby, who is an independent-minded house-elf who longs for freedom and worships light. It's just that such ideas are regarded as outliers and rejected by many people.

Thinking of Dobby, Norlin suddenly thought that if it were according to the time of the original book, Dobby should have been in contact with Harry at this time. It's just that now that the basilisk in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets has been slaughtered, I don't know if Voldemort will make any moths out, and it's not sure if Dobby will appear Nolin.

"Hmm...... Luke: yes? Why did you find me? ”

Norin asked strangely as his gaze refocused on the house-elf.

"Because you are strong, Mr. Davis, it is an honor for all house-elves to serve you."

Luke said in a sharp voice, still bowing and not standing up, unable to see his expression clearly, and Norlin was afraid that his waist would break if he looked at it.

Norlin then remembered what he had said in the restaurant when he first met Giles. At the time, I thought he was joking, but I didn't expect him to be right.

"I don't think I need a servant......"

Norlin said hesitantly, in a tactful tone, for fear of irritating the house-elf. When he was a child, his mother Liana took good care of his food, clothing, and daily life, and arranged it clearly, and he was a little uncomfortable, let alone convince the house-elves with top service skills.

To put it bluntly, he is not the kind of young master's habits.

Luke, however, trembled as if he had heard some harsh accusation, and kept saying:

"Please let me stay, Mr. Davis! If I go back, I will be laughed at forever by my people......"

Nolin rubbed his head in a headache and looked at Campbell, expecting him to give some advice. However, Campbell saw that it was none of his business and retreated back to his bed to study his Guide to the Chamber of Secrets.

Luke had already raised his head, tears welling up in his big eyes, and it seemed that if Norlin refused again, he would cry as soon as possible.

"Then you can follow me."

Norin couldn't bear to see it, and after thinking about it, it wasn't a big deal, and his tone softened and agreed.

"It's Luke's honor!"

Luke screamed and fell to the floor again, his eyes shining with a light that Norlin couldn't see.