This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

"Taylor, do you remember what kind of magic school Durmstrang is?"

After submitting the cross-border materials, Professor McGonagall suddenly whispered a question to Andrew.

"I still remember, Professor."

He did a good job in his homework and figured out the general situation of the school at the end of last semester - although in the eyes of most wizards this school should be located in Germany, that was just a smokescreen.

Of course, if I have to say it, the wizards there are more inclined to the German magic world, but the actual address is not there, but in Scandinavia, probably near Sweden or Norway.

There is no way to do this without a specific location - the specific location of Hogwarts cannot be marked out. It can only be said that in Scotland, this is the result of the stacking of defensive spells in the castle itself.

The approximate location of Durmstrang was only learned reluctantly by Hogwarts, one of the three European schools. Even Professor McGonagall didn't know the specific location.

Even for this secret visit, all they could do was to first go to the German magic world, then use the portkey to reach the Durmstrang affiliated village, and finally be directed to the guidance area - there was no need to even think about arriving directly.

"Just remember," Professor McGonagall withdrew the application and signaled to the students handling it to keep quiet. "Keep in mind what they do, and don't be too curious about black magic. You can understand a little, but don't think that What’s so great about it.”

"I'll keep it in mind, Professor."

Andrew took his information, and then got the permit badge with Professor McGonagall - having this thing means you are not crossing the border illegally.

They would use the portkey to cross the border, then head to the German Ministry of Magic to find Durmstrang's emissary, and then teleport together - yes, the portkey again.

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'hiss…'

Andrew looked up and saw that the sky was spinning.

He lowered his head and continued to stick to the ground unsatisfactorily.

As for the door key, he had put it aside a long time ago - if it were not for the basic etiquette, he would definitely throw it away.

'Damn it, two Professor McGonagall...are just like this when they are drunk. If the Gryffindor students saw it, they would probably be scared to death by this damn door key. ’

He tilted his head, trying to adapt to the dizziness caused by the continuous rotation.

"Tyler?"

"I'm not very good, Professor, ugh..."

He tried to raise his head, but was knocked down again by a strong sense of dizziness. "The distance this time is really too far. I'm afraid I have to rest for a while, Professor."

"There's nothing you can do about it, Tyler, you just have to adapt slowly."

Andrew couldn't see the professor's expression, but judging from his tone, Andrew felt that the professor should be smiling.

"Now I have to ask, Professor, how did you avoid this consequence?"

"Long-term apparation training and a little bit of transformation, but you can only use it on yourself because it's too subtle."

'The co-author is adapted to dizziness and a little bit of self-transformation...'

He lay down, motionless, and tried to adapt - the question came, if he planned to take a plane back on his return trip, would the professor agree?

"Professor, I want to take a plane when I go back, is that okay?"

"You have to leave Durmstrang's defense system. If that doesn't work, just go back on your own - anyway, you can change the Muggle procedures. For wizards, just get off the plane and submit it."

The professor is very easy to talk to - probably because he looks too miserable.

"By the way, isn't there a receptionist?"

Andrew suddenly remembered this important thing.

"No, I didn't send a signal. We are all familiar with each other and won't notice the portkey transmission. After all, we have known each other for hundreds of years."

"Yes, after all, the Triwizard Tournament has been going on for so long."

Andrew maintained a calm breathing state and was recovering - Durmstrang was founded by the Bulgarian witch Nelida Volkanova, and began to grow after Halfon Mount took over as the second principal. It mainly studied duel magic and war magic. From then on Durmstrang rose.

When the first Triwizard Tournament was held, the three schools were already the most famous schools in Europe. It was already 1294.

Starting from the second principal, Durmstrang has been a dark school that teaches black magic - they still do not recruit any Muggle-born wizards, and it is a school favored by purebloods.

Because of this, Durmstrang recruits students from all over Europe, and even some British purebloods go there to study - but this will not affect Hogwarts very much.

But it will be hard to say in the future - from the information that Andrew has seen so far, Durmstrang's reputation is currently on the rise, and their principal Karkaroff is even a little unscrupulous in doing things, but he can get money. At present The number of professors and course quality are steadily improving.

As for Hogwarts - it can only be said that finding the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is successful...

'Thinking about it this way, that person really went too far and ruined the whole class...'

Andrew muttered and tried to get up. The dizziness eased a lot.

"That's probably enough, Professor."

"Then let's go, go through the village here, and then we will be taken to the school. A normal visit would be by water, but there is too much movement. This is not an official visit after all."

"Yes, Professor."

Just as Professor McGonagall said, first there was a small village, then a professor came to greet them. The other party must have been waiting for a long time, but there was no impatience on his face.

"It's you, Professor McGonagall," the man with light blond hair saluted, "Welcome to Durmstrang, please forgive us for not being able to greet you with the highest etiquette."

"The secret visit was decided long ago, this is normal, let's go to the school first, I don't like to break an appointment."

The other party did not introduce himself, but Andrew guessed that Professor McGonagall should know the person on the other side.

A carriage that had been prepared long ago was driven out. The horses were ordinary, and there was nothing special about the carriage. But after Andrew and his friends got on the carriage, the carriage never turned again.

It just went forward, forward, and forward again.

It seemed that there was no obstacle, which made Andrew a little curious, but he didn't dare to ask.

He came with the professor. He couldn't make a fuss.

After driving straight for about ten minutes, the carriage finally stopped.

The driver's tone was a little regretful, but he still began to introduce the outside of the car solemnly.

"We are here. Welcome to Durmstrang School of Magic again, Professor McGonagall."

"Welcome to your first visit, young wizard."

"Please get off the car. Principal Karkaroff is waiting."