The symposium was held on a huge island with a view of the clear blue sky and the beach not far away.

Perhaps because there are other exits, there is no third team to be seen until now.

I had never seen a wizard who came to pick up a few people, and Durmstrang and the two groups of people from the British Ministry of Magic stayed in the open space like this, waiting for the organizer's arrangement.

"Who?"

Professor Harlenius asked quietly.

Seeing that the British officer had a smirk on his face, he seemed to notice them, lowered his eyes and whispered:

"Wizards of the British Ministry of Magic."

"Oh, the old antiques?" Professor Harlenius let out a very strange "oh", "There is such a ...... among them"

"Good morning, Mr. Malfoy, good morning, a few young wizards from Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, you look really like."

The pungent smell of perfume from the other party made Professor Harlenius, who was a little closer, want to sneeze.

Ms. Umbridge from the British Ministry of Magic apparently didn't realize how much harm her presence would do to others.

"It's the first time I've smelled something so bad (in Norwegian)."

Caroline pinched her nose and hid behind Mr. Krum, who had not yet graduated from the first grade, and she did not appreciate the peculiar aesthetics of a middle-aged woman.

Umbridge looked at him suspiciously, but he didn't see the person who said the strange thing, but he saw a tall wizard looking at him with a blank face, and he couldn't help but look away.

"A wizard from the British Ministry of Magic? The taste of these guys is getting more and more disgusting (Norwegian). ”

In seventh grade, Coomas Bell, who had always been at odds with President Clindell, said in a mocking voice.

President Clendell did not speak, but stood there as quietly as a statue.

Coomas Bell snorted and fell silent.

Seeing the look of those wizards asking you blankly, several Durmstrang wizards who bullied other English wizards who couldn't understand Norwegian began to talk in low voices.

The two professors confronted the Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic.

"Excuse me." Professor Harlenius took two steps back with his nose covered, looking unbearable, "The smell of you is really special. ”

Especially so special that he couldn't stand it at all.

Seeing the professor's outspokenness, and that look of resistance, Umbridge's eyes widened, as if in disbelief.

"What are you talking about? As the essence of pure catnip, it tastes ......"

Durmstrang's Wizard? These people who play black magic so don't understand the taste?

This made Umbridge look down on the team led by Ranko Malfoy again.

True, Umbridge didn't recognize these men as Durmstrang wizards, she was solely because of the blond hair of the emblem and the boy with a somewhat similar face to Lucius.

To the top brass of the British Ministry of Magic, this almost mythical figure of a wizard is no stranger to them.

But for Professor Malfoy......

Something out of catnip?

Professor Malfoy, who has a lot of experience, is also at a loss.

Are you sure this perfume is for people to smell?

Professor Harlenius shuddered as the British Deputy Minister for Magic spoke.

Malfoy is up to you here, I'll withdraw first.

Professor Malfoy, who had received the call from Professor Harlenius' eyes, did not understand the meaning of his eyes at all.

Umbridge turned to look at Ranko, and the smile on his face returned, but it was still fake.

With this peculiar pink body and this unique voice, Professor Malfoy could still guess that this should be the Deputy Minister of the British Ministry of Magic, known as the "Pink Toad" Umbridge.

Did the British Ministry of Magic put this out with the intention of disgusting them?

Ranko also had a smirk on his face.

"Mr. Malfoy, are you still used to life in Durmstrang? Mr. Minister often mentions you......"

What does Fudge talk about him?

Professor Malfoy had a smile on his face, and he looked like he was listening, but he was not at all listening to the deputy minister's flattering words.

He bet that if one of the pink toad's ten words was true, he would eat the couch in the common room.

When the two "had a good conversation" and talked about Hogwarts, Umbridge seemed a little excited, but the wizard who appeared later interrupted the elegance on both sides.

"Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, folks from the British Ministry of Magic, please follow me."

"Looks like we'll have to talk later, Mr. Malfoy." Umbridge looked at Professor Malfoy with a happy face, as if he had found a New Year's friend.

She wanted to put an affectionate hug around Professor Malfoy's shoulder, but Professor Malfoy dodged without a trace, so she regretfully took the British Ministry of Magic officials and asked the late wizard what was going on.

It wasn't until Umbridge was gone that Professor Harlenius came over.

This time, he praised without hesitation, "Malfoy, you can bear it, and you can still talk so well." ”

"It's just talking about people and talking about ghosts."

Ranko said.

He withdrew the magic from his nose and took a hard breath of fresh air, as if he had come to life.

So what exactly can a catnip-flavored perfume be?

Professor Harlenius, who can smoke, just wants to run?

Of course, even Professor Malfoy, who has a strong practical spirit, does not want to practice in such a place at all.

"Let's go, besides, a few of you."

Professor Malfoy turned his head to look at his students and said solemnly, "Be restrained, don't just talk nonsense just because others don't understand...... In the future, I'll use ancient magic texts to talk about it, just practice ancient magic texts, huh? ”

Caroline rolled her eyes behind Professor Malfoy's back, but obediently complied.

God knows how she heard her tattered thoughts, Downwind?

Also, if they can speak directly in ancient scripts, is it necessary for them to learn here?

Professor Malfoy, your demands are really high.

Ahead, the Host's wizard slowed down a bit after explaining to Umbridge, alongside Professors Malfoy and Harlenius.

"Two Durmstrang professors, I'm Grayson Santos, and you can come to me with any questions you have during this time...... Anyway, please advise! ”

"Don't be so polite, if we have a problem, we will definitely trouble you, don't bother us then."

Professor Harlenius is prone to mingling with other people, except for some people who make him feel uncomfortable,

Because of this, Grayson Santos, who had just hit a hard nail at Umbridge, felt that Durmstrong's wizards didn't seem to be as terrible as the legend said.

At least compared to the wizard who still has a strong smell in the British Ministry of Magic, Grayson Santos feels that Durmstrang wizard is more kind and cute from the bottom of his heart.

Wait, what am I thinking!

Grayson Santos shook his head, shook the thoughts out of his head, and then explained why he was late.

According to the general process, when they are delivered to the designated location by the door key, the organizer personnel should immediately come and guide them.

Um was not going to be given a chance to talk to them.

"Did something happen?"

Professor Malfoy asked.

"It's not a big deal." Grayson Santos scratched his head, very cute.

"It's just that a few portkeys have had some problems, some teams have been broken up, and now we're still looking for the lost wizards."

Having trouble with your door key?

Professor Harlenius's eyelids twitched slightly.

Ranko frowned slightly, and didn't ask much, until Grayson Santos took them and the British Ministry of Magic to a place similar to Diagon Alley, and then the other person said:

"Guys, you can choose where you want to live next, there aren't many people coming now, so there are a lot of options on offer."

After saying goodbye to the guide, Ranko looked at the tree that resembled the end of Diagon Alley.

The tree was so big that you couldn't tell how tall it was.

Most of this place is in its shadows.

"Mr. Malfoy, where are you going to choose?"

Umbridge walked over and asked in a very inquiring voice.

Professor Harlenius went to look at Professor Malfoy, signaling that the matter was up to him, and Professor Malfoy looked down the street and chose a two-story wooden house at the end of the alley.

Umbridge seemed to have some regrets, she seemed to want to be next to Durmstrang, but that position was too far from her heart's expectations, so Umbridge had no choice but to give up this decision.

After all, even if Ranko Malfoy is far away in Northern Europe, Britain's Sacred Twenty-Eight Pure-Blood Family still has a significant influence on Britain.

Lucius Malfoy's work within the Ministry of Magic is not complicated, and there are many people who are willing to do things for him, including the Minister of the British Ministry of Magic, who is also unusually gentle to the current head of the Malfoy family.

"It's not surprising to be so polite to me."

According to Professor Malfoy's understanding of the original book, the Lady Umbridge's tolerance for the dark arts can be said to be close to zero.

"Could it be the popularity of black magic healing? A small butterfly can stir up a storm, and it makes sense that such a problem would occur. ”

The wooden house that Professor Malfoy chose was also complete with everything, and from the outside, this one was unremarkable, but when you walked in, you realized that the space inside could be said to be very large

It's more than enough to cram at least a dozen people.

"Professor Haronnius, please check that there's no rude magic here."

"Leave it to me." Professor Harlenius responded.

"You can walk around, the seminar just starts in the evening." Professor Malfoy said to his students again.

The students have a nod to their heads, and the presence of a traceless stretching charm is really convenient for wizards.

After settling the students, Professor Malfoy began to add protective magic to the room.

"Isn't it too cautious?" After examining it, Professor Harlenius leaned against the threshold and watched as the light from Professor Malfoy's wand spread the invisible spell into every corner of the room.

"Prevention is better than prevention." Professor Malfoy said.

"I don't know if you've noticed, Professor Harlenius."

"What?"

Professor Haronius asked.

"Did you feel weird when we heard that there was a problem with the portkey?"

Professor Haaronius reminisced about how he felt when he heard Grayson Santos say there was something wrong with the portkey.

"Indeed, it's a little weird."

Professor Harlenius is not a professional portkey maker, but this is a consideration of their intuition, and Professor Harlenius, as a wizard with prophetic gifts, has more reliable instincts than ordinary people's flash of inspiration.

Even Professor Harlenius felt that there was a problem, and this time the doorkey problem would definitely not be just a matter of the craftsmanship of the doorkey.

There's definitely something in it that they don't know.

"But it doesn't mean much to us." Professor Malfoy closed the book and said.

"The process of making a portkey is very complicated, and the portkey is equivalent to a part of the solidified apparition, which does not require the wizard to know the place in order to be able to carry it out."

"But even so, it caused problems for the wizard."

This kind of solidified phantom shifting spell, as well as ensuring that it is a multi-person transmission and can still react quickly, is quite complicated to make.

Professor Malfoy also had a little research on portkeys, so he knew how outrageous it was to have an accident with a portkey during its use.

It's about the same as the probability that Professor Dan Lin sings "Today is a good day".

Of course, it's not that it's impossible.

But all of a sudden, several of the door keys were out of control......

This has to be discussed, whether these door keys themselves are problematic, or used in improper ways, or simply there is a human factor to look at here.

"It's not impossible."

Professor Harlenius touched his chin and said.

"What's in it for those people, though?"

"This is an academic seminar." Professor Malfoy picked up his teaglass, "The people who come here are people with great talent or power in a certain field. ”

"Think about it, what would happen to the wizarding world if all these people died here?"

Professor Harlenius shuddered as he thought along Professor Malfoy's train of thought.

"Won't it?"

"Hopefully it won't, but that's how it feels to me."

Professor Malfoy spread his hands, "If you're not so sure, why don't you go and divination?" What might you know? ”