Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse

The main hall of Durmstrang Castle is no smaller than that of Hogwarts, it is even larger, and the style is also very different from Hogwarts - there are no four long tables symbolizing different houses. Instead, there were scattered round tables and long tables filled with food on the edge, which was somewhat similar to the layout when Hufflepuff held tea parties in the common room.

At this time, the round tables were already filled with young people wearing red robes or fur cloaks. Those were Durmstrang's students - they were both male and female, and they all had different hairstyles. Avada imagined the aura of a Shaolin Temple warrior monk.

In addition, there were about twenty young people in well-dressed light blue clothes at a few tables nearby. At this moment, they all turned their heads after hearing the noise coming from outside the door. , which allowed Avada, who had just entered Durmstrang's main hall, to take a look at their faces - there were also men and women, and there was a person sitting over there who was taller than others even if he was half a body standing. The tall lady also stood up after seeing Dumbledore and Karkaroff come in, making her appear taller.

"Everyone,"

Karkaroff greeted Dumbledore and the tall lady, Madam Maxime: "Please come to the front with me, and the other two gentlemen will arrive soon..."

There is also a row of teachers' seats at the front of Durmstrang Hall, but the middle position has obviously been broadened by magic, making it about five people wide. Dumbledore first waved and told the students at Hogwarts to find a few tables to sit at, and then he walked forward with Karkaroff, and sat on the left and right sides of Karkaroff with Madam Maxime. The seats on the far sides are still empty, and should be reserved for the last two judges of the Triwizard Tournament.

After the three principals and students sat down, Durmstrang's local professors also took their seats on the teachers' bench, and then Karkaroff in the middle stood up.

"Good evening! Ladies and gentlemen, and most welcome and greeting guests——"

Karkaroff's gentle and joyful voice sounded throughout the hall: "I am very honored to welcome you to Durmstrang, and I have no doubt that you will be able to spend a comfortable and fulfilling year here. , just like in your alma mater or your own home..."

"It will take some time for our last two judges to arrive, so let us start the banquet first! And the Triwizard Tournament that we have been looking forward to will officially start after this banquet..."

"So, please enjoy eating, drinking and having fun now, and cheer up for the exciting scenes to come!"

After saying this, Karkaroff sat down with a smile. At the same time, many rich foods suddenly appeared on every empty plate on the round table, at least half of which were varieties that Avada had never seen before - but even if these foods had appeared, There were also some empty plates on every table, or only a small dish of sauce.

"We should go get our own food from the long table nearby."

Cedric smiled and pointed to other tables - there were already many locals from Durmstrang familiarly carrying empty plates to the long table aside to choose food: "It's really the one we had when we had a tea party. style."

"really."

Balon also nodded. Over the past few years, he has long been a frequent visitor to Hufflepuff tea parties: "Durmstrang does not have a house system, and students do not work in groups like we do there. We don’t like each other—it’s nice to be able to say hello and chat like this while picking up the food.”

"Or if you free up a group of tables in the middle, there will be an extra dance floor... What is this?"

While chatting, Avada casually spread some sauce on her bread and took a bite. Then she unexpectedly discovered that the taste was a novel taste that she had never tasted before, and it was quite good.

“…cod roe.”

After Cedric tasted a little and shook his head in confusion, Balon also tasted a little, and then quickly said the answer: "It's a specialty here, my father really likes this - I I’m going to serve some food, does anyone want a piece?”

"I."

Avada also stood up. He was afraid that while he was eating, he would suddenly find a box of canned herrings next to him - he hoped they didn't provide that stuff here, and he would have to check it to feel at ease.

"Oh, by the way, speaking of 伱,"

As he walked towards the long table filled with food, Balon suddenly remembered something and turned to ask Avada: "I remember that the selection of the warriors in the Triwizard Tournament seemed to require one's own name. Throw it into the Goblet of Fire, but you..."

"Oh, it's okay."

Avada immediately realized what Balon was saying: "Dumbledore has modified the Book of Access in advance. Now I can make a magical contract with the Goblet of Fire by using the name 'Ken'... Although it is against the cards." As far as Karloff is concerned, my real name is probably not that unfamiliar.”

——According to Dumbledore, the principle of selecting warriors in the Goblet of Fire is actually to connect oneself with the "castle consciousness" of their respective schools, and then use their respective castle consciousness to select the warriors who best represent themselves. Although it is extremely difficult to influence the consciousness of the castle. If it is not done well, it will cause systematic and deep damage to the entire castle. However, because the "Book of Access" is not only related to the consciousness of the castle, but also responsible for recording names. Magic device, coupled with Dumbledore's superb skills, so just changing the name is not a big problem.

In fact, this is one of the few true functions of the castle consciousness. Lucius and the others were just bullying outsiders who knew little. Anyone with a basic understanding of Castle Consciousness would know how outrageous the words they made up at that time were - if Castle Consciousness was really so willful, what kind of principal would a magic school need? ?

"Haha, that's true."

Balon, who came from a pure-blood family, naturally knew about Karkaroff's dark history, and couldn't help but laugh half amused and half sarcastically. However, this emotion was diluted by the dazzling array of delicious food on the table the next moment - —The food has grown to the point where most of it is unrecognizable to Avada.

"Oh, I want some of this venison."

Balon didn't know how he immediately recognized the variety of the fried steak. He picked up the vegetables on his empty plate with great interest. Avada next to him looked confused: " Oh, creamy cod soup, I have eaten it once before, the taste is quite unforgettable...and this, French dish, the most famous foie gras..."

"..."

Avada turned his head silently and concentrated on checking whether there were any canned herring products hidden in these foods - he had just experienced the feeling of a luxury private jet this morning, and now he became a country bumpkin again. .