The Last Goodbye

Axas, this is Mr. Dragan Karkaroff, the president of the student union in Durmstrang. "

"Nice to meet you." Karkaroff and Abraxas shook hands, took Harry's suitcase and held it in his hands, and then glanced at the two suitcases floating beside him with the levitation spell, "You should carry them with your hands. What's the matter?" Both rely on magic, which will dull your body." He had a point, and Abraxas lifted the case in his hands.Together they made their way through the bustling docks. Karkaroff walked quickly, with Master Malfoy struggling to keep up.

As he walked, he observed the surrounding scenery.From time to time, a pair of golden eagles appeared on the street lamps on both sides of the road—it seemed that this pier, including the mountains in the distance, belonged to Durmstrang.The castle was built on a distant mountain, and the taupe stone almost blended with the cliff.Durmstrang hangs on the cliff, with its back against the mountain and its face towards the sea, surrounded by natural dangers, it looks like a fully armed and indestructible military fortress.But it is actually a school, and one of the three most prestigious magic schools in Europe.Its admission system is also different from other schools. It does not issue admission notices to all children in Sweden who show magical talents before the age of 11, but selectively sends admission notices to all children in Europe who show outstanding magical talents.Inadequate children and squibs are out of Durmstrang.

"...The outside world has been saying that we don't recruit half-blood wizards. In fact, we just don't recruit children with mediocre talents." Karkaroff introduced while walking, "Our curriculum system is not suitable for those second- and third-rate wizards." He walked lightly I climbed up to the hundredth level Shijie. Abraxas listened intermittently, half of his energy was spent adjusting his breath. Harry thoughtfully took the box that the platinum boy was carrying in his right hand. "Merlin..." Abraxas carefully leaned into the professor's ear, "I thought I transferred to Durmstrang, huh... Now I think I transferred to Shaolin Temple..." Harry laughed, " what is that?"

Karkaroff didn't hear their murmurs, and strode ahead, oblivious to the heavy suitcase in his right hand.He introduced Durmstrang's course system as he walked, "...our courses are divided into three categories, Charms, Potions, and History of Magic—I know Hogwarts also has divination? We don’t offer subjects that require extremely high innate talent, and where acquired training can hardly improve students.”

"You don't have Transfiguration or Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Abraxas asked quickly, lest the other party notice his messy aura--Merlin, they have already climbed more than 200 steps! Karkaroff glanced back, and his junior immediately hid the tired look on his face.

"Charms covers Transfiguration," said the Head of Students. "As for Defense Against the Dark Arts... I think you must have heard that Durmstrang is very tolerant of the Dark Arts. We really don't distinguish between black magic and white magic. Yes. Magic is magic. Charms are spells. I think you'll find some Defense in Charms, depending on how you define Defense." He seemed to smile. "Each grade There are different Charms professors. You are..." He turned his head and glanced at his junior, "...Fourth grade?" Abraxas nodded. Karkaroff smiled at Harry, "He's your student."

"Yeah." Harry agreed. Abraxas suddenly found that Professor Potter was walking like the wind like the student council president, and he didn't seem to feel tired at all.Do they climb up and down the mountain like this every day? !He shuddered inwardly.It's a good thing to learn black magic, since he was very interested in black magic.But if he was asked to climb the mountain every day, Master Malfoy felt that he might really not be able to keep going.Suddenly there was a mountain wind with the fragrance of mint, and Abraxas took a breath comfortably, only to realize that Professor Potter had secretly cast a refreshing spell on him.The young master smiled gratefully, Harry blinked his eyes in response, and then looked at the student council president who was walking fast, "I am not only Abraxas' Charms professor, but also his instructor."

Hearing this, Karkaroff stopped in his footsteps, and he turned his head to look at Abraxas again, "You're lucky, kid." He said enviously, "Professor Potter is one of our most popular instructors. "

"Instructor?" Abraxas asked back.Aren't instructors unique to the military? "Yes, your sir." Karkaroff climbed the last few steps lightly, Abraxas looked at him in shock, and took a few steps up with effort.They came to an open field.This place is not generally spacious, enough to accommodate three to five hundred people. It stands on the steep cliff, as if the mountain was cut off by a sharp knife from the open space.As they crossed the clearing, they could hear birds chirping and the wind whistling in the mountain stream.Pass through the open space, stop in the middle, and look up to see the whole picture of the castle.Durmstrang is not as huge as Hogwarts in appearance, but it is tightly embedded with the mountains behind it, which does not have the magnificence of an ancient sanctuary.The noon sun passed through the mountains and hit the huge dark gray stone bricks, shining like golden scales.

"Welcome to Durmstrang." Karakaroff turned his head and gave his junior a friendly smile. "How about I take you to eat first? You must be tired after climbing more than 300 stairs broken."

Abraxas smiled sheepishly - it seemed that this Karkaroff was not an unreasonable fellow either. Harry took the box from the President of the Student Council and thanked him, "I still have appointments with other professors, so I won't accompany you."

"Can I invite you to have dinner with me on the weekend?" the student council president suddenly asked. Professor Potter froze for a moment, then looked at him apologetically, "Dragan, I can't bring in new students anymore..."

"It's just a meal." The president insisted. "Okay." His professor smiled, then turned to Abraxas, stretched out his hand very naturally, and took the boy's wand away, "I don't think you'll need it for a while, Mr. Malfoy. Dom Strong's students can only use wands in advanced charms and duels, and usually practice wandless magic."

"Uh... what?"

"I will say 'what, sir' in the future, or I will be punished physically." Harry smiled gently again, and shook the pointer that appeared in his hand at some time warningly, "I hope you like this."

After speaking, he left two students behind and left without looking back.

LET THE GAMES BEGIN, PARTIV

1941

The next two months must have been miserable for Master Malfoy - life without a wand was a disaster!It is no exaggeration to say that he is a blind man whose crutches were taken away!Inevitably, he caused a little trouble in Charms, but luckily his professor, sir, whatever Harry was to him, was very lenient with him. He was nervous and silent when Professor Potter carried him down the corridor with the pointer, but Harry actually slapped his own hand - Master Malfoy was stunned! "Just pretend that I hit you just now, don't be found out." The green-eyed young man blinked at him, cast a disillusionment spell on his hand, and then walked back to the classroom silently, leaving only a look on his face. Confused young master.

But I have to admit that in just two months, his magical power has made a breakthrough by leaps and bounds.This is not comparable to learning one or two more spells, it is more like his magical talent has been stimulated by this rigorous training.After only two months, Abraxas had forgotten the feel of the wand, and even began to feel the same with it or without it.Although he disapproves of Durmstrang's semi-military training methods, their tolerance of the dark arts, encouragement of duels and corporal punishment are very different from his values, but he is also very grateful for the strict system of this school. Improve your magical attainments.

Durmstrang is neither democratic nor free, but it is very fair, very united, and efficient, and the students in it are as resolute and loyal as soldiers.It is like a huge and sophisticated chariot.When you become a part of it, you will be carried away by its rumbling iron wheels.You will find yourself proud to be a part of it.It makes you feel like you are no longer a small, lonely individual, but part of a stronger, grander whole.There are only a few hundred people in Durmstrang, and there are no colleges. The upper and lower grades are like brothers and sisters, full of cohesion.Here, every bit of your progress will be recognized and rewarded by the organization.Your mistakes will be punished, but the organization gives everyone a second chance.And best of all, it empowers you as long as you step aboard the chariot.You will naturally become one with it, staring at it rumbling forward, full of iron-blooded beauty.You'll be proud of it, can't help it