The next day, on the morning of September 1, 1991.

The storm seemed to have finally subsided after a night of tumult, and a rare ray of bright sunlight appeared in the sky, like a veil in the thick clouds and mist.

Dressed in a well-dressed wizard's robe emblazoned with the school's crest emblazone, Professor Malfoy arrived in the school auditorium with Professor Harlenius, who had been visibly tidyed up and had a somewhat scruffy image as opposed to the previous one.

"What do you think of this?"

Professor Harlenius touched the stubble he had just shaved last night.

After losing his beard and tidying up his messy hair, the professor looked like he was mature and steady, like two people in the sky and one on the ground before.

Professor Malfoy touched his slightly loose sleeve and said, without raising his head:

"Oh, that's good."

Professor Harlenius smiled, then smiled, and said to the perfunctory Professor Malfoy:

"Last night's astrological signs weren't good, so let's hope everything goes well today."

There was no snow piling up in the open-air auditorium, and the stairs descended, and the place where the podium had been placed was now burning with orange-red flames two people high.

"Professor Malfoy, Professor Harlenius."

Waiting for the two professors here was not the vice-chancellor or any other professor, but a young witch with flaxen hair, ringtails, and a reserved and gentle temperament, but not mediocre.

"Seventh-grader Yanni Clendel, who is now the president of the student council, helps the professor run the school."

Professor Harlenius cleared his throat and introduced Professor Malfoy.

Ranko nodded, his gaze glancing over the cuffs of the student council president's wizarding robes.

The two of them stepped into the orange flames together, and at that moment the flames spun violently, and the flames rose high and burned fiercely, and they burned like a tornado.

The next moment, the two Durmstrang professors arrived at the Norwegian Ministry of Magic in Oslo, the capital of Norway.

……

The Norwegian Ministry of Magic, located on Karl Johan Street in Oslo, the capital of Norway, is a church with nuns and bishops who are also wizards. Wizards who need to enter the Ministry of Magic can enter the office hall on the first floor of the Ministry of Magic by touching the base of the cross in the church.

The Ministry of Magic in Norway is very different from the old, eerie environment of England, which seems to have remained unchanged for thousands of years, and it is magnificent, bright and spacious, and as one of the Nordic countries, it also retains a certain regional character.

The hall is filled with a huge fountain of heather, riverbirds, sirens, wizards, and ships and sailboats, and wizards come and go, with occasional people appearing from the magic fireplace, and a Pegasus carriage galloping through the air, passing through the walls and disappearing.

Countless huge silver mirrors float in the air, and the storm and snow are blocked on the ceiling, creating a strange picture of wind and snow, but the interior of the Ministry of Magic does not seem cold, on the contrary, it makes people roll up their sleeves when you enter here, and the warmth is not like the weather in the Nordic countries.

Larry is a squad leader for the Demon Slayer, and today he is in charge of security for Durmstran's new students.

In the past, Durmstrang was a closed, militarized school of witchcraft and wizardry, and would not allow any wizards, including students' families and Ministry of Magic, to enter or leave Durmstrang unless there was a major accident.

This year's situation is also the first time Larry has seen it since graduating from Durmstrang and working at the Ministry of Magic.

"What's going on at school?"

Larry couldn't help but think that he was a little worried about his alma mater.

Ever since Karkaroff became Durhamstrang's headmaster, the historic school of magic and wizardry has been in decline. Not only have students begun to drop out of school frequently, but in recent years, enrollment has become a problem, and even professors have left frequently.

The Norwegian Ministry of Magic has long seen this, but the top management of the Ministry of Magic has no way to directly interfere with the decisions within the school due to the relevant provisions of international education law and the corresponding authority of Karkaroff as the principal.

This left a group of students who graduated from Durmstrang feeling confused and confused.

They don't know why Karkaroff became the headmaster, and they don't even know what the school is like today.

Wizards who leave the school routinely write out their amnesia, forgetting Durmstrang's exact location. Unless an application is made to the school through the Ministry of Magic, even former Durmstrang students are not allowed to use Pegasi to go to their alma mater.

"This year it seems that something has changed...... Hopefully there won't be any problems......"

Sighing silently, Larry looked at the time floating in the mirror diagonally above.

The hour and minute hands moved little by little, and when eight o'clock came, the peaceful fireplace No. 3 in the hall on the first floor, the closest one next to Larry, suddenly lit up with an orange-red glow.

The sparse sparse demon slayers around also gathered, looking vigilantly at the slightly curious wizards around.

"It's time to work."

I don't know which professor is here today...... Larry thought to himself.

In the magic fireplace, the orange-red flames swelled out in an instant, and a middle-aged man with a black carbon face with a flower-like face staggered out first, and then a child walked out.

Such a strange combination made Larry look sideways.

"Ahem, Professor Malfoy......"

Professor Harlenius frantically wiped the black carbon from his face with a face towel.

"What are you doing with so many essential oils on your face?"

Ranko took his wand and used "water like a fountain" to help Professor Harlenius deal with the substance on his face that had a wonderful reaction to the magic flames, and he looked at the very different place from the British Ministry of Magic.

"Didn't I want to make a good impression on the students and their parents?"

Professor Harlenius was full of grievances, what did he get up early this morning for?

"That flame is a nuisance."

He thought viciously in his heart.

"Professor Haronnius?"

At this moment, an uncertain voice sounded in the ears of the two professors.

Professor Harlenius instinctively turned his head to see a man in a Ministry of Magic uniform looking at him with a strange expression.

"Ah......h

Professor Harlenius was barely remembers who this person was when he saw Professor Malfoy take a step forward and hand the brown paper he had taken out of his pocket to the man.

"Mr. Russell, here's the document."