"… Viktor Krum."
The outstanding seeker of the Bulgarian team was sleeping in the team's temporary camp. To be honest, he didn't sleep well, but he finally fell asleep now.
Who knows, he seemed to hear someone calling him in a daze.
"Victor Krum!"
Yes, someone was calling him, and Krum suddenly woke up.
"Who? Who's there?" He took out his wand from under the pillow and pointed forward, "fluorescent light."
Suddenly, the tent became bright. But the next moment, he couldn't help but shrink back.
"Who are you-"
"Hello, it's really not polite to disturb you late at night... But, who asked me to do anything?" The visitor politely leaned forward slightly and gave him a salute, "I am Maka McClain, I don't know if you still remember me. ?"
Krum tightened the wand in his hand, but his palms were still slippery with sweat.
"...What's the matter with you?" Krum frowned and said gloomily.
"I know that you are a student at Durmstrang, and in fact, I know your headmaster--you know, Mr. Karkaroff--and I know him. As you can see, I have separated myself from Ho. Gvoz, I think I need to have a chat with Mr. Karkaroff about enrollment."
"You made such a big fuss on the field today, how could the principal agree-"
"Don't worry," Maka explained patiently, "I will discuss the specific details with Mr. Karkaroff. I just need you to lead the way for me."
"That's impossible!" Krum shook his head and said, "We in Durmstrang are indeed more tolerant of black magic, but that's also relative - we can't accept a danger that disrupts world-class events. Character’s.”
"So..." Maka said, his wand suddenly lit up with a green light, "What if I threaten you with death?"
No matter how mature Krum is, he is a little panicked now, but not everyone can remain calm in the face of the Death Curse.
However, his eyes only looked panicked for a moment, and then he calmed down again.
"You won't kill me." He said firmly.
Maka looked at him with interest for a moment, then nodded to Krum, "You are very smart - at least smarter than the students in Hogwarts, but you are still not smart enough..."
He put away the wand and continued: "Your firm tone can easily anger the person who threatens you. This cannot be ignored in the future."
Krum stared at Maka for a moment, his eyes flickering.
As for Krum, he actually hated those evil dark wizards, because his grandfather died at the hands of the first-generation Dark Lord Gellert Greenwald.
However, most of the families that have attended Durmstrang Academy for generations have a very tolerant attitude towards black magic. Their standards of judgment are always in their own hands.
At this moment, Maka, who stood in front of him, possessed great power and could even escape easily from the most famous men of the contemporary era. While possessing such strength, he was able to save an employee of the British Ministry of Magic who was on the opposite side of him from the Death Eaters.
In Krum's view, this is a true "wizard" who sticks to his principles.
People born in Durmstrang always respect those strong men who stick to their principles. They don't judge a person based on superficial appearance - at least Krum is such a typical person.
After a while, he finally said: "At least, no matter how threatening you are, it can't be easier than an Imperius Curse... I can take you to see the principal, but I won't know what he will say after you meet him. , you’d better be prepared.”
"Of course, as I said just now, you just need to lead the way." Maka nodded, "You know, every school has secrecy magic attached to it. I can't find the place by myself."
The next morning, the members of the Bulgarian team were surprised by Maka's appearance. However, after Klum's introduction, although they were still a little skeptical, they did not show a very repulsive attitude.
"Durmstrang's philosophy is indeed very different from Hogwarts. This school's approach to magic may be closer to the ancient wizards." Maka thought to herself while greeting the others, "That's right. I can’t say who is good and who is bad. You can say they are backward, or you can say they are pure... "
"If you look at it, maybe I would like this kind of school more - after all, it has more of a 'wizard' quality."
Due to Maca's deliberate avoidance, he did not meet with the manager of the Bulgarian team or anyone from the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic along the way.
After several days of sailing, he and Krum arrived at the coastal city of Burgas in Bulgaria.
Not long after, the first day of school arrived.
"This way."
According to Krum, students at Durmstrang Academy will be picked up and dropped off by a magical ship built according to the characteristics of a ghost ship, the Change, every time the school starts and during holidays.
And because although the number of students at Durmstrang College is not very large, they are widely distributed, so there will be several stopping points for the Change.
One of the stopping points is on the Black Sea coast of Bulgaria.
"Just wait here. The Change has its own Muggle-repelling spell, so you don't have to worry about the Muggles around it."
It was already dark now, and Bulgaria was the last stop of the Change. After picking up the last batch of students here, they should go straight to the location of Durmstrang College.
As Krum was talking, several Muggles seemed to have remembered something important, and they all dispersed and left quickly. However, many more people stayed.
Apparently, they were all Durmstrang's students in Bulgaria.
At this moment, somewhere in the Black Sea, the surface of the sea boiled, as if something big was about to rise from under the sea. The waves became turbulent. Even though they were far away, the waves quickly pushed to the seaside and crashed on the beach.
Immediately afterwards, a large whirlpool suddenly appeared on the sea surface, and several long, dark masts suddenly pierced out from it, followed by sails and rigging...
Finally, the first half of the Change burst out of the sea with majestic momentum, and then crashed heavily on the sea, stirring up higher waves.
Under the moonlight, the wet side of the ship reflected faint light.
It had an eerie, skeletal appearance, as if it were the remains of a newly recovered shipwreck, and the portholes shone with a dim, foggy light that looked like ghostly eyes.
"Although I don't know what you said in the letter to the principal, so that he quickly agreed to your admission request, but I have to reiterate -" Krum said seriously, "please do not make any influence Durmstrang order, because it’s a good school—at least that’s what I thought.”
After a few days of getting along, Klum became more and more certain of his judgment.
In his opinion, although Maka was more serious than him - he had never even seen Maka make any expression - Maka was undoubtedly a low-key and quiet person.
"Didn't you bring a broomstick? Do you need me to take you on the boat?" Krum asked, "Although there are boats, when we were not freshmen, we usually used brooms or other things to fly on the boat. All is OK.”
Maka looked around and then pulled out her wand.
"Floating into the sky."
A piece of rotten wood that had been pushed to the shore by the waves rose into the air and floated to his feet under Maka's control. Maka stretched out her foot and stepped on it, then stood up directly.
With a flick of the wand, the piece of rotten wood flew into the air with Maka.
"Let's go, Krum!" He controlled the rotten wooden pile under his feet and flew towards the Change.
"Perhaps, sometimes it's not so low-key..." Krum shook his head helplessly, "I remember grandpa said, you have to trust your own judgment... I hope I didn't see the wrong person!"
He said, straddling his Firebolt, and rushed to Maka's side.
Seeing Maka's leisurely look, Krum felt admiration in his heart, but he couldn't help but feel helpless.
"How do you control it so accurately?" He followed Maka and couldn't help but ask, "I have tried it a few times, but once the caster stands on the object controlled by the floating spell, It can become very difficult to control.”
"That's because the spell affects the regular flow of magic released by the object and the magic flowing in your body. If you want to eliminate interference, you have to learn to control part of the object, not all of it."
As he spoke, Maka pointed to the place where he stepped on the rotten wooden pile, "Look, as long as you don't consciously control it, it will act as an isolation."
Krum looked at Maka's feet in surprise. Although he understood every word of Maka - after all, Durmstrang's unified language is English - but when combined together, these words became quite complex. principles of magic.
What’s more…
"'Magic'... what is it?" Krum said blankly.
"I thought Durmstrang might do some research. After all, you are closer to the ancient wizards... This is an important piece of knowledge from the ancient times, but it really can't be explained clearly in one or two sentences. I'll talk to you another day! "Maka said, pointing forward, "It's time for us to board the ship."
The way Maka appeared was a bit too cool. Fortunately, there were not many students on the deck, and most of them stayed in the cabin!
"Hello, classmates, I am the new student who transferred to Durmstrang this year, Maka McClain." Maka waved her wand and threw the piece of rotten wood back into the sea. "I hope to pick up the pieces again." We can get along happily in the coming days.”
On the deck, several students stared at him with their mouths half open, not knowing what to say.