[HP] Marriage relationship

Alan's eyes softened, and he carefully put the double-sided mirror into the bottom drawer of the desk. When he turned his head, he saw a dark object flying towards him. Notebooks flying towards the back of his head.

"Wow, Alan, your vigilance and agility are not bad!" Krum praised without any sincerity, with a very hypocritical expression.

Alan glanced at Krum expressionlessly, and a living creature with the length of a small arm twisted and sprang out from his left shoulder, with its mouth wide open, it rushed towards Krum's face.

Krum only felt a dazzling golden light flash in front of his eyes. It should be the light reflected by the body of that thing under the lamp. He avoided it sideways reflexively. Seeing that the thing twisted at a strange angle and was about to pounce on him again, the two A mouth with only pale fangs was close in front of him, and he hurriedly slapped down the book in his hand.

"Alan, I was just joking." Krum put away the book and looked at it, his two bushy eyebrows shrugged, and exaggeratedly shouted: "What are you, you are a murderer."

"I lost a piece of hair." Alan waved his hand, and the thing that Krum patted on the ground changed back to its original form on the spot, and a long golden hair flew back to his hand like a living thing. Wrapped around Alan's hands, he tied a knot and put it in a drawer of the desk.After doing all this, he raised his head and said to Krum, "Your reaction is also very sensitive."

Krum spread his hands helplessly, "It's not as good as you."

"What is this?" Alan held up the book with a black cover, several gilt letters were crawling all over the cover, and even the original name of the book could not be read.

"Principal Karkaroff asked me to send it. It probably contains some things about Hogwarts. After all, it is completely unfamiliar to us-what the hell is this!" Krum flipped through the pages as he spoke. As a result, a huge lion's roar came from inside, so frightened that he almost threw the book out of the balcony.

With Krum’s lesson learned, Alan took up his wand and cast a Sleeping Curse on the lion on the first page. Otherwise, it would probably scream like the one in Krum’s mania. Non-stop, turning the page doesn't work.

"Wow, the lions of Gryffindor," Krum tried his best to calm down the lion, looked up and smiled at Alan, "they are so lively, aren't they?"

"Large pets are not allowed in the dormitory." Alan said lightly.

"Haha, how could I... Look at this, the courses offered by Hogwarts, their textbooks probably haven't been changed for hundreds of years." Krum laughed awkwardly, trying to change the subject, At the beginning, he really had this idea. After all, he liked big and aggressive animals since he was a child, but seeing Alan's appearance, he was afraid that his pet would be dealt with as soon as he entered the dormitory.

"British wizards have always been like this." Alan propped his chin lazily, and quickly flipped through the book with the other hand. Seeing that his friend was still reading it with great interest, he asked, "Is there anything interesting?"

"Of course," Krum sat down on the sofa without raising his head, "you can find a lot of things inside."

"For example, textbooks that may not be changed for hundreds of years," Alan snorted softly, looked at the composition of the teaching staff, raised his eyebrows, and added: "This Defense Against the Dark Arts class..."

"I've heard from Hermione that it's an important compulsory course for them, but they don't learn much knowledge every year. I don't know why," Krum said with a smile, "I think this course is useless , at least Durmstrang never opened one."

"The reason..." Alan looked back at the specific professor introduction, and said, "Probably because of changing professors every year."

"What else?" Krum looked slower than Alan. Hearing this, he turned back curiously, looked carefully, and said with a smile: "Really, the only course that will update the textbook, haha, look at them Textbooks, all messed up, and their professors—well—untestable in the past, starting from this year, Professor Quirrell, one-year tenure, died of a potion accident, my God, he thought Fight with Potions Professor. And this, Professor Lockhart, I know this guy, a nonsense writer, I still have a poster of him posing in my house... for half a year, he is now being treated at St. Munger due to a curse accident, Excellent. This one, Lupine, is due to... a werewolf!"

"What?" Alan's voice did not fluctuate at all, and his eyes stayed on the second page of the book, the one introducing Slytherin.

"They put a mature werewolf into the school, the risk assessment is A-level, wait! It left the school safely?" Krum looked disbelieving.

"Someone suppressed the news." Alan frowned, and he suddenly remembered that Defense Against the Dark Arts is a compulsory course at Hogwarts, that is to say, Draco used to spend a whole year with this bird Werewolf close encounters, no, it was the previous year at all.

"So those who should know the news don't know, and those who know the news don't know what kind of means they have been suppressed, but they can still be found after careful investigation." Krum quickly figured it out, "Basically It is the handwriting of that white wizard, it seems to be his 'relative', the relationship is really good..."

Alan glanced at him and said nothing

Krum continued to look back, and suddenly became very interested. He raised his head and said to Alan: "This position in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is probably cursed. Look at these people, none of them have a term of more than one year. And besides fools, trash is some species, don’t know what this year is, it’s not written on it.”

"You'll know if you go and have a look." Alan also raised his head, the two looked at each other, and found that each other's eyes were faintly excited.

I have to say that the wizards in Durmstrang have always been very keen on having fun by themselves, and Alan was no exception. He was really curious. The smirking fool who later simply hired a werewolf.

How much hatred does the principal have with the school?

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On Saturday morning, the cold wind was howling. In the inner square of the Durmstrang School of Magic, all the students stood here wearing fur cloaks. From the newly enrolled first grade with the head of a carrot to the tall and strong seventh grade, the crowd was crowded. It was crowded, but there was no sound at all, it was extremely quiet.

Alan stood at the front of the crowd, and Krum and the other seventh-grade students stood behind him one by one. Everyone looked quietly at the middle of the square without saying a word.

Today, Alan, like the other wizards behind him, is wearing a Durmstrang-style scarlet long cloak with piping. The wizard is different. His blond hair is tied high into a ponytail on the back of his head, and the extra hair is also pasted on it. He has a small obsidian earring on his left ear. Even his expression seems to be frozen, very In line with the character design of the legendary Chief Durmstrang.

Of course, there are also witches in the delegation selected this time, but they are all tall and tall, with short hair tied into a high ponytail if they are not familiar with it, and they look faintly stronger than Alan.

Just when the little wizards of the first grade couldn't stand still, a ship appeared in their vision. The ship seemed to appear suddenly, but the senior students standing in front felt the obvious fluctuation of magic power. The magic circle lit up one by one, and when it was fully lit, Principal Karkaroff appeared in front of everyone with several professors.

But everyone's eyes stayed on the strange ship. It was huge and looked like a skeleton. It seemed to be a restored hulk, or a ghost ship that the professors pulled together from a certain sea area. The dilapidated mast , Dilapidated deck, dim lights flashing in the portholes, like will-o'-the-wisps.

The ship was suspended in mid-air due to the effect of the magic circle, so that all the students in the entire square could see its appearance very clearly.

Mr. Karkaroff, the tall and thin principal with a goatee, waved his wand, and with a dull bang sound, the planks were laid down one by one until they reached the ground.

"I didn't expect it to be so ugly..." "...it simply surpassed the limit of aesthetics." "Mr. Principal's aesthetics... Although we are famous for studying black magic, we don't even look for this tool for travel Ghostly..."

Immediately there were small voices of discussion behind him, most of them were girls, even Krum couldn't help leaning into Alan's ear, and whispered: "I also think this ship is ugly."

Alan stared ahead calmly, opened and closed his lips slightly, "The principal is watching you, Victor."

Krum immediately looked serious, and looked seriously at Karkaroff who was standing at the bow of the ship and giving a speech.

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After they all boarded the ship, Karkaroff sent a signal to the wizard in the cab, and with a burst of shaking, the magic circles went out one by one. When the last beam of light disappeared in the center of the square, the ghost ship completely disappeared.

Everyone felt that the ship passed through a layer of fog, and then a magic hood bounced around the big ship. With a plop, the surroundings turned into a kind of dark blue, and the line of sight was blocked by about one meter around the ship. If you look deep, you can't see anything.

Alan felt a little uncomfortable, and came to the deck after lunch. The ship looked very stable, but his senses were much sharper than ordinary wizards. As soon as he came up, he felt dizzy from the wobbly feeling, especially at noon After drinking a little wine, his feelings were intensified.

It was said to be noon, but it was actually almost midnight. They couldn’t see anything clearly now. When their vision changed, their thinking and cognition also changed. Many people went back to their rooms to sleep.

Krum also followed after a while. He drank a few glasses of cherry brandy that Alan brought from a French winery. Woke up.

"Why did you come out?" Krum belched, and the aroma of wine around him suddenly became stronger.

"Seasickness." Alan glanced at him, saw that his face was flushed, and he was a little disgusted, so he immediately took a step to the side indiscriminately.

Krum smiled, his already thick nerves were even thicker under alcohol anesthesia, he didn't notice Alan's movements at all, and mysteriously pulled Alan to the bow, "I'll show you a unique skill." He While speaking, he looked around and cast an invisibility spell around the two of them.

What Krum showed was indeed a unique skill. He first drew a circle on the magic circle covering the entire ship, muttering spells that did not belong to the German system at all. As if the place lost contact, it gradually dimmed until it was completely extinguished.

Alan stretched out his hand and clicked on the position of the magic circle. With his movement, the isolated magic circle was like glass made of water. From the position where the fingertips touched, cracks like spider webs opened. The crack grew bigger and bigger, spreading to the edge of the dark color, and then, it shattered and disappeared in an instant.

The moment the sea water poured in, Krum quickly cast a spell. The two had worked together for many years and naturally had a tacit understanding. Without his reminder, Alan took out his wand and cast dozens of strengthening spells.

The magic shield that was completed by several professors in Durmstrang was torn apart by some two students, but Krum, who had been standing in front of the gap, was inevitably sprayed with salty water all over his face. Seawater, just wanted to claim credit when he sneezed.

"Are you okay?" Alan frowned. He cared about his friend very much, but his eyes that kept drifting towards the sea fully revealed his desire.

"It's okay, you go down," Krum waved his hand, covering his mouth and nose with the other hand, his voice sounded muffled, "I'll just go back and drink some potions."

Alan immediately turned around to look at the seawater leaking from the gap, his eyes almost immediately turned into dark green vertical pupils, he tilted his head, regardless of the temperature of the seawater, and stepped out with one foot, his unfettered blond hair looked like As if alive, the color gradually became darker, fluttering strangely in the sea water.

After soaking in the water for a while, most of the dizziness that made people can't help but vomit finally disappeared.

Alan didn't want Krum to wait for a long time, and with the proximity of England, according to their distance, there was still a space for a leap in the middle. Alan had to be on the boat, so, without waiting for Krum's reminder, he started from the gap. drilled back.

Krum noticed that Alan's limbs still had a layer of tiny scales, which faded as soon as they touched the air, and worried: "Your atavism has increased, Alan."

"No way." Alan picked up a fallen scale from the ground, put it in his pocket, and cast a drying spell on himself.

"I have a hunch that we will definitely solve your troubles this time." Krum said firmly after the two repaired the magic circle.

"I'd like to borrow your good words." Alan took out a notebook for contact from his pocket, and seeing a few small golden letters neatly arranged at the bottom of the cover climbed to the top, forming a familiar name, he whispered: " I wish you all the best.”

Opening the first page of the notebook, the sentence that appeared and disappeared on it was as ostentatious and domineering as its owner.

"Are we there?"

Alan looked up at the sea water above, took out the quill from the back of the book, flicked it in the air, and lowered his head to write.

"immediately."

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Hogwarts

In the cold wind that was so severe that people couldn't help but shiver, everyone was still looking for Durmstrang.

At the front of the Slytherin queue, wearing school uniform robes, a silver and green tie around his neck, and short platinum-blond hair, Draco, who stood upright in the crowd, smiled, and turned his eyes to the Black Lake with feeling.

"They are here."

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