[HP] Marriage relationship

Germany Durmstrang

Shortly after returning to Germany, there was a school-opening banquet. At the end of the school-opening banquet, Karkaroff had a half-hour-long conversation as usual, praising Klum’s achievements and abilities, and he was dizzy with pride throughout the night The banquet ended in the state.

Only the Vice-Chancellor stood up and announced the change of positions for the new semester. Of course, there were almost no changes. The Chief was still Alan, and Krum was still the captain of the Quidditch team.

"But this year's Quidditch can't be held, as the principal said, and the selection of wizards to compete in the UK will start in two weeks. I estimate that [-]% of the school team will be able to enter the representative team." Krum said.

He is very confident in the abilities of his team members. Of course, the Quidditch team has gathered the most powerful wizards in the school, almost all of them are big guys. After all, the Durmstrang school team is a violent team similar to the Bulgarian team. Law.

Alan was wearing Durmstrang's traditional school uniform, with two dark badges representing his identity on his chest, and a scarlet cloak outside. When he walked around, he could vaguely see a thin waist and slender straight legs. Tall, but not muscular, always a little slender next to Krum.But facing Krum's bumping shoulder, he didn't even move.

Everyone around him knows that Lord Durmstrang's strength is completely out of proportion to his size.

If not, how can he be called the chief?

The first thing he did when he got back to Durmstrang was walk to the dorm bathroom and plunge into the full tub without even changing his clothes.

This is the two-room dormitory building in Durmstrang, the most free dormitory area in the whole school, and also the most dilapidated. Everything needs to be set up by oneself. Restore.

Alan and Krum moved in four years ago. When they first came, they were prepared to be shocked by the dilapidated and empty environment. The area is quite large, but there is almost nothing inside. .Two wizards who know nothing but spells tried their best to modify the place to accommodate people, but it still doesn't look like a human habitation.

One is Alan. He likes a dark and humid environment. In his own manor, he can’t just change his bedroom into a pool. In Durmstrang, he is much freer. The bathtub that could originally accommodate two people is cursed by space expansion. And the magnification spell becomes as big as a room, connected to the outside running water all the year round, there is a small window near the ceiling, covered with black curtains, when the light shines through, it also becomes gloomy because of the color of the curtains, the whole The room was dark and cramped, and the wizards who came in couldn't help shivering.

And Krum, he has never been very demanding about the living environment. The bedroom with the dust removal spell is usually clean, but the mess inside is full of posters and books related to Quidditch. He has the habit of collecting flying broomsticks, push them away From the bedroom door, you can see the rows of brooms hung neatly, of various models and types.

Including other places in the dormitory, there are a few black stones that continuously emit air-conditioning, or the winking Quidditch star posters.

Fortunately, the students who can live in the two rooms are busy with their own research and rarely have the habit of visiting each other.

"The Dark Mark appeared that night, the night of the finals." Krum said as he cast the Freezing Spell with his wand to reduce the temperature of the water and turn them into a mixture of ice and water.

"Dark Mark?" Alan's voice was cold, and he only poked out one head. His blond hair was wet and loose, his face was pale, and his whole body was like a block of ice emitting a chill.

"What does it look like?" Alan swam to the edge of the pool, put his face on a piece of ice, and turned his head to look at Krum.

Krum thought for a while, and waved his wand to draw a gigantic skeleton from the air. A boa constrictor emerged from the skull's mouth like a tongue.He even carefully restored the color of the markings. The green color gives people a very gloomy and extremely uncomfortable feeling.

"Snake." Alan smiled, and his smile was also cold, without any emotion, just like pulling the corners of his lips. He didn't feel anything about this mark, but just watched it slowly disappear into the air, very happy. Interested: "Continue."

Krum told Alan all the things he knew in one go. His narration was fairly organized, but Alan still had a lot of things he didn't understand.

"What is a Death Eater?" Alan interrupted Krum again.

Krum sighed, looking very helpless, and said, "Alan, you really should study modern history, don't you know such important things in the British magic world?"

"The history of wizards is not a compulsory course." Alan had dived into the bottom of the water again, and his voice was a little more ethereal through layers of water waves.

Waves of water swayed in circles, and with tiny bits of ice, strands of cold air kept coming out, soon enveloping the entire room.

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With the start of school approaching, the number of wizards in the school gradually increased, and the college's Quidditch team also started training. Krum spent almost every day on the court, and was sweating when he returned to the dormitory.

One day, he walked into the dormitory with a letter, and before changing clothes, he threw the letter to Alan who was sitting at the desk reading.

"Sent from France, the owl got lost in front of the dormitory again, Alan, did you not withdraw the magic circle?" Krum said, walking into his own bathroom without interest at all.

"Forget it," Alan said.

He was playing with a small and exquisite mirror in his hand. Of course it was not an ordinary mirror, but the double-sided mirror that Narcissa gave him. The material was very expensive and very easy to use.

But Alan has never used this, because the other of the double-sided mirror is in the hands of Draco Malfoy.

Alan didn't care either. He opened the drawer expressionlessly, threw the double-sided mirror in, took out the innermost black notebook, and unfolded it.

This looks like an ordinary notebook. The black cover has a faint old feeling, as if it has been used for many years. After opening it, even the paper is slightly yellowed. Alan's name was written on the title page, and the entire notebook seemed to be brand new, with no clean words on it.

Alan was just about to start writing with a quill pen when a strand of long golden hair fell on the paper. He calmly put the hair behind his ears, then picked up the paper that he had casually placed on the table as if remembering something. The letter, with a touch of the wand, the not-so-thick plain white envelope and the parchment inside began to burn, and a name could be vaguely seen in the scorched and curled corner, 'Audrey'.

The flames spread quickly, and in just a few seconds, there was only a little grayish-white ashes left on the desk, which disappeared with a touch of the palm of your hand, and the smell of paste quickly disappeared into the air.

"Hermione sent me a newspaper. I can't buy it here. What's it called... the Daily Prophet?" Krum came out of the bathroom in a black and brown pajamas, flipping it in his hands. newspaper.

Viktor Krum has a handsome face of a traditional Germanic guy. He is tall, and even the bulging muscles of his arms are clearly visible. His short, dark hair stands on end, making him look extraordinarily fierce in a dark environment.

But in fact, this is a somewhat careless but gentle boy, and he is a bit talkative, sharing gossip inside and outside the school with Alan every day.

Although his roommate didn't want to hear it.

Unaware that Krum came behind him, Alan, who was writing in the notebook, paused for a while, quickly closed the notebook, and even made a 'dong' sound because of the rapid movement.

He turned his head, with the usual indifference on his face, showing no emotion at all, as if the person who was startled just now was not him, those beautifully shaped eyes stared at his friend without blinking.

Krum, whose nerves are as thick as a steel bar, didn't notice anything wrong at all. He coughed and handed the newspaper to Alan. He watched Alan open the newspaper, and walked behind him to read it together, muttering: "... ...The British Ministry of Magic is in chaos, um, the murderer has not been caught... Law and order is relaxed, dark wizards are at large, ha, this word is used well!" Krum admired the reporter's writing, turned his head to see the notebook on the desktop, and casually He asked, "Who were you chatting with just now?"

Alan pursed his lips, making sure that Krum didn't read the content on the paper just now, and said coldly: "Malfoy."

Of course, this Malfoy refers specifically to Alan's fiancé, Draco Malfoy.

Krum didn't suspect him, nodded and said, "When did you even exchange contact codes, that's good, you should communicate more."

Alan hummed calmly, with a calm face.

Malfoy is a good reason.

While Krum was buried in the newspaper, Alan opened his notebook and looked at it, and found that there seemed to be something busy there, leaving only a sentence of 'wait'.

"According to a certain witness, the body was carried out of the forest that night, oh, it seems to be a bit controversial, it was said by an official of the Ministry of Magic who did not want to be named, the murderer is still hiding in a corner of the magic world, in fact The accuracy needs to be verified." Krum laughed, showing his neat white teeth, and said, "The British magic world is really chaotic. Is it really okay to hold the three-final match under such circumstances?"

He doesn't seem to be worried about his own safety at all, of course it comes from his high confidence in his own strength.

Alan snorted and said, "At least they didn't directly blame Durmstrang."

"That's true," Krum laughed, "after all, the last thing we need is a dark wizard."

"By the way," Krum frowned suddenly, as if he had encountered something very distressing. "Recently, Hermione has been telling me about the protection of the rights and interests of house elves. That's pretty much what the letter is all about."

"I don't think those little guys have anything to sympathize with, but Hermione always says they deserve better, like wages, and my God, that's their nightmare." Krum Scratching his head in pain, even the hair that stood up vigorously became wilted a lot. He looked at his friend inquiringly, and asked, "Alan, do you really think there are elves who want to be paid?"

"I don't know," said Alan, who was sitting across from Krum and drawing magic circles on the parchment, listening to Krum chatter. "I don't have house-elves in my house."

Krum supported his head, his eyes swayed from side to side following Alan's brushstrokes, and at the end, he asked without thinking: "Malfoy will never discuss these things with you, will he?"

Alan drew the last line, and after a burst of light followed the line to connect the entire magic circle, he put down his pen and said lightly, "No."

Krum's eyes were immediately filled with envy, and he sighed, "It's great to have a common language. I always don't understand what Hermione is talking about. It seems that you two get along quite happily. I suddenly want to fall in love."

Before Alan could speak, Krum waved his hand again, "Forget it, I have someone in my heart, and I don't want to think about these issues before I can't find him."

"What if you can't find it all the time? After all, it's been more than ten years." Alan opened the notebook, put the parchment with the magic circle drawn on it in the back, and opened the notebook with only two words 'wait' written on it. Page, "Or he is not what you expected..."

"When will you think about this, did Malfoy teach you? Then he is really amazing!" Krum said in surprise, then he laughed, and whispered: "If you find what you can't find, no matter who Whatever it becomes, as long as it is him."

"Do you know Alan, I like him. After so many years, the more I can't get it, the more I miss him. I don't care if he is disabled or stupid. I even think about the name of our child in the future. Am I stupid?"

"I don't know." Alan lowered his eyes, the light reflected his slender neck, his face was lowered in the shadows, and Krum, whose mind didn't know where to follow his imagination, didn't notice his expression at all.

Just talking about the person in my heart.

The author has something to say:

Krum and Draco's first exchange

Krum: Malfoy, you are amazing!

Draco: [Horse style confused]? ? ?

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