The Last Goodbye

Consecration, because every little bit of progress in it is a little bit of progress in yourself.

Master Malfoy really felt he was going to be overwhelmed by Durmstrang's values.Although he always felt that something was wrong in his heart, he couldn't tell what was wrong.The students here are so good and united, but something is wrong...Master Malfoy doesn't know that Bergstrm, the headmaster of Durmstrang, is a close friend of Grindelwald, the most powerful dark wizard in Europe.Ironically, the school now operates an education system that was created by the same alumnus it expelled 43 years ago - Durmstrang, despite being in neutral Sweden, was actually the leader of Continental radicals They cultivate a nest of successors.And all the training Master Malfoy had received was aimed at erasing the individualism of these elites, making them willing to submit to the collective, as a matter of course, as part of a larger movement.

A movement for a great wizarding revival.

But before that, our young master's youthful troubles were quickly washed away by another more exciting event-the Triwizard Tournament delegation from Beauxbatons and Hogwarts on the last weekend of October Come!It was a fine day, cloudless.The first Beauxbatons delegation drove a huge, powder-blue carriage.It was as big as a house, pulled by twelve white winged horses, and landed on the open space in front of the castle roaring.The horses fell with such grace and arrogance that it was almost as if they were serving the French royal family.The Durmstrangs who stood on the platform to meet them said nothing, after all, each of these horses was as big as an elephant.Before the door opened, Abraxas noticed an ornate shield surrounded by golden irises on the door.He'd seen it often on his sister's wizard robes.A boy in a light blue robe jumped out of the carriage, stooped and groped for a while on the floor of the carriage, and then unfolded a section of golden stacked stairs.Immediately afterwards, a slender leg stretched out from the carriage.

The corners of Abraxas' lips curled up involuntarily.A witch stepped out of the carriage, remarkably regal even by Malfoy standards.She was wearing a tight light blue dress, her long dark brown hair was tied in a light blue beret, and a string of smooth white pearls hung around her neck.Her makeup is also like her dress, elegant and stylish, and she walks gracefully, just like a model on a fashion stage.The witch had come quite far to Headmaster Durmstrang.

"Principal Blanc, welcome to Durmstrang!" Ivan Bergstrm took the jade hand wrapped in the silk glove and kissed it symbolically.

"Will you be safe, Principal Bergstrm?" Blanc smiled, revealing a mouthful of ceramic-like teeth.She is not young, and there are faint crow's feet at the corners of her eyes when she smiles, but her temperament is by no means inferior to women in their 30s and [-]s, and even more charming than those young and beautiful women. Like a tall white swan.

"Please allow me to introduce Beauxbaton's delegation." Blanc waved back slightly. More than 20 students filed out from the carriage behind her.They all wore light blue wizard robes, made of fine silk.They were dressed very thinly, but there was no displeasure on their faces, and they greeted Durmstrang's students in a friendly manner in the bleak mountain wind. Abraxas took half a step forward and found his sister among the few student representatives. Bergstrm held out his arm, and Blanc took it gracefully.They walked slowly into the castle, the students following.

"Is Mr. Dumbledore here?"

Abraxas, who wanted to say hello to his sister, turned back when he heard Blanc's question, and followed closely behind the two principals.

"Not yet, but soon," Bergstrm replied.

"I'm very happy to be led by him." Blanc continued, "I heard that Principal Dippet has been in poor health recently, and the long-distance trek may not be suitable for him." Changed the subject abruptly, "Are the other two judges here?" Bergstrm was about to answer when a burst of music suddenly sounded.That voice seemed to come out directly from the cracks in the stones, hitting a series of ethereal echoes on the cold stone walls of the castle.

The students all stopped. Blanc glanced at Bergstrm suspiciously, the latter didn't look very well.Then with a whoosh, a group of golden flames appeared on the wall not far away.The flames roared up two or three meters high, and the flames spread twice, forming a huge ring of fire—it was like burning a hole through a stone wall.

Bergstrm stared lividly at the hole.

A man came out of the hole - it was Albus Dumbledore.A big golden-red bird rests on his shoulder.Then another twenty or so people came out after him.When the last person stepped out of the golden time-space door, the circle of fire quickly spun and collapsed behind them until it disappeared, only a layer of golden-red ash was sprinkled on the Hogwarts delegation.

"Principal Blanc, Principal Bergstrm, I'm so glad to meet you!" The young Hogwarts vice-principal strode forward, shook hands with Bergstrm warmly, and then respectfully took Blanc's hand and kissed it lightly.His kiss was far more sincere than Bergstrm's. Blanc was obviously very happy, and immediately let go of Bergstrm's hand and took Albus's, which undoubtedly made Principal Durmstrang's face turn greener.

Abraxas in the crowd snickered.He was surprised to find that he was secretly pleased that the vice-principal of the rival school crushed the principal of his own school with charm.It seems that he still likes Hogwarts more in his heart. Abraxas quietly searched the Hogwarts delegation, but he didn't find the person he expected. Master Malfoy frowned suspiciously, and then caught a pair of piercing black eyes.He smiled in surprise, and the other party winked at him.

"Mr. Dumbledore, why didn't you mention to me that you would use the phoenix to bring the Hogwarts delegation? I was not prepared at all." Bergstrm said half-jokingly, obviously concerned that someone was in his territory It was disgusting to come and go at will, but Albus just looked at him friendly, "Please forgive my faux pas, Mr. Headmaster. I only wanted to let Fawkes try it, and it happened to be OK, so I thought it would be a good idea to pack lightly. I'm so sorry I didn't notify you in advance."

"Don't be so polite. Since you are here, please remind me not to let the guards wear anti-phoenix magic, so as not to cause inconvenience to you and your delegation."

"Then I'll leave it to you." Albus continued to say with a smile, "Durmstrang is really talented—I didn't expect the guards here to be proficient in anti-phoenix magic. To be honest, I don't know much about this kind of magic. It has always been a fluke to think that there is only one person who is particularly proficient in it..."

Bergstrm's expression froze suddenly, and Albus waved to the group of people behind him as if he didn't see it at all, "Please allow me to introduce the Hogwarts delegation to you. I bumped into us on the way here The judges brought him along."

Only then did the other two headmasters notice that there was an older man in the Hogwarts delegation.The man appeared to be in his forties, with a thin build and ginger hair with a dry texture.He seems shy, but has exceptionally intelligent blue-green eyes.Those eyes are extremely sharp, looking from a distance like two opals submerged in clear water.

"This is Mr. Newton Scamander, Director of the Department of Magical Creatures of the British Ministry of Magic, and one of our judges." Hogwarts headmaster introduced enthusiastically. "I have long admired your name, Mr. Scamander." Principal Beauxbaton immediately stretched out his slender hand, and it seemed that she had a good impression of this shy middle-aged man.Principal Durmstrang hurriedly shook hands with the other party, and then led everyone into the auditorium.

Unlike Hogwarts and Beauxbatons, Durmstrang's castle usually has no fire, and even candles are rarely lit, but the interior of the auditorium is still resplendent and magnificent, even brighter than the outside - this is because the castle was built Stone bricks are mixed with moonshine sand during the firing process.This sand is found only in the deep seabed of the Baltic Sea.As long as this kind of sand is mixed into the wall, the whole room can be illuminated brightly with only one candle, and Durmstrang is built of stone bricks fired from this sand, even on the night of the new moon, The whole castle is also shining in the moonlight.

As the teams of the three schools entered the auditorium, countless crimson brocades hung from the high walls around them, and Durmstrang's golden double eagle was printed under each red silk.There were no long tables in the auditorium, only black marble round tables with a diameter of about half a meter scattered everywhere.There are no seats around the round table either.Simple cocktails and clear water are on the table, obviously