Visiting two magic schools is not a trivial matter, and it is impossible for Weston to be alone. After some deliberation, Flitwick led the team, one from each of the four colleges, to form an exchange group and go to Durmstrang and Beauxbatons.

Weston originally thought that the way to get around Hogwarts should be a portkey or something, or a Floo network, and it couldn't be a broom or something. As a result, Dumbledore gave him a big surprise.

Looking at the big guy in front of him, Weston couldn't help but start to look at it, and was even a little surprised, when did Dumbledore have such a means to be able to control them.

With a hideous appearance, thick scale armor, stout four, huge size, snake-like pupils, and bat-like wings, this is clearly two Digris black dragons!

Driving the carriage was none other than the Hogwarts Warden of the Hunting Grounds, the half-blood giant wizard, Rubeus Hagrid. Speaking of which, Weston hadn't seen this big man for a long time, and he was thinking about whether to talk to him for a while, but seeing his obsession with the dragons, he thought about it or not, so he didn't bother his nature.

"Everyone is here!" Flitwick looked at the four people who were already sitting in the carriage, nodded, and turned around and shouted, "Hagrid, it's time to go." ”

"Sit tight, guys!" Hagrid raised the flagpole-like whip in his hand, "It may be a little bumpy, but it feels good!" ”

With that, Hagrid whistled, the whip shook in the air, and the carriage, or dragon chariot, shook violently, and then a sense of weightlessness came.

At first, the students of the three academies were still a little excited, a little excited, chattering about something, and then gradually became calm, numb, and finally bored and drowsy.

Later, Flitwick couldn't stand it anymore, so he simply lectured them in the carriage and all the possibilities that might come next, and Weston himself leaned on the carriage to read a biography. This was brought back from Dracula's Castle, and tells the story of some of the deeds of the formation of the Legion of Hell after Belier fell into the sky.

Time passed slowly, and as evening approached, we finally arrived at Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is also a huge castle, different from the classical Hogwarts and Beauxbatons gorgeous, its overall style can only be described as domineering and mysterious.

From afar, the entire Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was built on the top of a cliff, and below the cliff was the endless sea, and the black castle was not too tall, but it was very large, about the size of two Hogwarts.

Weston even felt that the style of the school was more like the Blackstone Prison in Edinburgh, and although the architecture was different, the style of the solemn and cold was simply too similar.

By this time, there were already several wizards in wizard's robes, dressed in high-end furs, waiting there, each of them more like a warrior than a wizard, with bloated muscles that bulged the robes and looked very burly.

Hagrid whistled, controlled the two black dragons and landed on the ground, opened the carriage, and Flitwick walked down with Weston and the other three.

"Welcome to Durmstrang, guests from afar!" One of the wizards said in a loud voice, "You must be tired from coming from a long distance, why don't we go inside and talk, Mr. Headmaster is waiting for you in his office." ”

Flitwick nodded with a smile and led the way forward. The little man and Durmstrang's leading wizard actually had the cutest feeling of height difference.

However, the pretending to be a slap in the face that Weston envisioned did not appear. Even, everyone behaved very well, and there was not a trace of contempt in their eyes, even if Flitwick's height was only up to their waist.

Just think about it, this must be Grindelwald's explanation, otherwise, according to Durmstrang's general character, he would have to come up and fight directly.

Entering Durmstrang, Weston and the others followed the wizard who led the way while looking at the scenery along the road. During the conversation, several people learned his name - Bach.

According to his own account, he has been teaching at Durmstrang for more than ten years, and is one of the younger teachers in Durmstrang, but he has another identity, that is, the youngest saint!

When he spoke of this identity, Wizard Bach looked proud, as if it was an incomparably glorious thing.

"Huh? What are they doing? Percy Weasley saw a group of students gathered around and asked curiously. He is the representative of Gryffindor at Hogwarts.

"Oh, they're practicing dueling!" Bach glanced at it and said nonchalantly, "The fighting power of wizards needs to be maintained at all times, so the school supports the students, and any conflict can be completed through a duel." Of course, it's nice to be warm in cold weather, right? ”

Bach's little humor made Weston laugh lightly, and the others did not laugh, they were all shocked and unimaginable by this style of teaching.

In Hogwarts, magic is forbidden in the hallways and dormitories, except for Weston, who basically ignores this rule, and the other students try to avoid even conflicts in these two places, not to mention, Hogwarts does not support such a fair duel.

Obviously, the teaching style of the two schools is really far apart, if Hogwarts is training nobles, then Durmstrang is obviously training samurai.

Later, several people saw several student duels, and it was clear that Bach was not lying, and in this school, duels were already a very common behavior, and could even be said to be a school culture.

"Huh?" Weston also found something different, "Their magic seems to be different from ours?" ”

"Magic?" When Flitwick heard Weston say this, he hurriedly looked at the people who were in the duel, and sure enough, the methods and effects of spells were very different from what they had learned at Hogwarts.

"It's an ancient magic, said to have come from the far east continent, and it was made through the changes of some wizards." Bud explained, "With the mysterious disappearance of the Eastern Continent, this magic is only available in a few schools, and Durmstrang should be the most. ”

"Can you tell us about that?" Weston asked with interest.

"There's nothing that can't be said." Bach shook his head slightly, "This kind of magic is called 'secret method', and it is a powerful magic that borrows the power of some demon gods, most of which use magic to form some weapons, and then use fighting skills to defeat opponents. ”

"However, the disadvantage of this kind of magic is also obvious, that is, the consumption of magic power is too fast, and we basically use it as a last resort."

Secret method? Mystic? When Weston heard the words, he couldn't help but think of a certain big bald head, and looked at the effect of these magics, it was really quite similar.

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