Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"...Viktor Krum."

The excellent seeker of the Bulgarian team was sleeping in the temporary camp of the team. To be honest, he didn't sleep well, but he fell asleep at the moment.

Who knows, he was in a daze and seemed to hear someone calling him.

"Viktor Krum!"

Yes, someone was calling him, and Krum woke up suddenly.

"Who? Who's there?" He took out his wand from under the pillow and pointed forward. "Fluorescence flashes."

Suddenly, the tent lit up.But the next moment, he couldn't help but shrink back.

"you are--"

"Hello, it's not very polite to disturb late at night... But, who told me something is wrong!" The visitor politely leaned over and bowed to him, "I am Maca McLean, I don’t know if you remember me?"

Krum tightened his wand tightly, but the palm of his hand was still slippery from sweat.

"...What's the matter with you?" Krum frowned, solemnly.

"I know that you are a student of Durmstrang. In fact, your principal and I—you know, Mr. Karkaroff—I know him. As you can see, I’m out of After Hogwarts, I think I need to talk to Mr. Karkaroff about enrollment."

"You made such a big noise on the court today, how could the principal agree to—"

"Don't worry," Maca explained patiently, "I will discuss the details with Mr. Karkaroff. I just need you to show me the way."

"That's impossible!" Krum shook his head. "We Durmstrang are indeed more tolerant of black magic, but that is also relatively speaking-we cannot accept a world-class event that disrupts Dangerous person."

"So..." Maca said, a green light suddenly lit up on his wand, "What if I threaten you with death?"

No matter how old Krum was, he was a little panicked now, but not everyone could be at ease in front of the Killing Curse.

However, his eyes only flustered for a moment, then he calmed down again.

"You won't kill me." He said firmly.

Maca looked at him with interest for a moment, and could not help but nodded to Krum, "You are smart-at least smarter than the students in Hogwarts, but you are still not smart enough... "

He put away the wand, and then continued: "You can easily irritate the person who threatens you with such a firm tone. This cannot be ignored in the future."

Krum stared at Maca for a moment, his eyes flickering.

To speak of Krum, he actually hated those evil black wizards, because his grandfather died in the hands of the first black demon Gellert Greenward.

However, most of the families who have enrolled in Durmstrang College for generations have a fairly tolerant attitude towards black magic.Their standard of judgment is always in their own hands.

At this moment, Maca, standing in front of him, possesses powerful power, and can even get away with ease under the most famous men in contemporary times.While possessing such a strength, he was able to rescue a British Ministry of Magic employee who was in opposition to him in the hands of Death Eaters.

In Krum's view, this is a true "wizard" who adheres to his principles.

People born in Durmstrang always respect those who are strong in principle.They don't judge a person's good or bad based on appearances-at least Krum is such a typical person.

After a while, he said, "At least, no amount of threats can be easier than an Imperius... I can take you to see the principal. I can see what he will say in the future, I can’t know. Now, you better be prepared."

"Of course, as I said just now, you just need to lead the way." Maca nodded, "You know, every school has a secret magic attached. I can't find a place by myself."

In the early morning of the next day, the members of the Bulgarian team were surprised by the appearance of Maca, but under Krum’s introduction, although they were still a little suspicious, they did not show a very repulsive attitude.

"Demstrang's philosophy is really very different from Hogwarts. This school's treatment of magic may be closer to the ancient wizards." Maca greeted other people while thinking to himself, "It's also I can’t say who is good and who is bad, it can be said to be backward, or it can be said to be pure..."

"As far as I am concerned, maybe I still like this kind of school better-after all, this is more like a "witcher"."

Under Maca's deliberate evasion, he did not meet with the manager of the Bulgarian team and the people of the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic along the way.

After a few days of sailing, he and Krum came to the coastal city of Bulgaria-Burgas.

It didn't take long for the school day to arrive.

"Here."

According to Krum, the students will be picked up and picked up by a magical ship made in accordance with the characteristics of a ghost ship every time Durmstrang College starts and holidays.

And because although the number of students at Durmstrang College is not very large, they are widely distributed, so there will be several stops for the Change.

And one of the stops is on the coast of the Black Sea in Bulgaria.

"Just wait here. Change comes with the Muggle Deportation Curse. Don't worry about the Muggles around you."

It was already night, and Bulgaria was the last stop of the Transformation. After receiving the last batch of students here, they should go straight to the location of Durmstrang Academy.

As Krum was talking, several Muggles seemed to have remembered something important, and they all scattered and left quickly.However, more people stayed.

Obviously, they are all Durmstrang students in Bulgaria.

At this moment, the surface of the Black Sea boiled for a while, and it seemed that some big guy was about to rise from below the surface.The waves became turbulent, and even if they were far away, the waves quickly advanced to the seaside, and rushed to the beach.

Immediately afterwards, a big whirlpool suddenly appeared on the sea, and several long, black masts suddenly pierced out of it, followed by sails and rigging...

Finally, the first half of the Transformation rushed out of the sea with its majestic aura, and slammed it down again, igniting higher waves.

In the moonlight, the damp gunwale faintly reflected light.

It looked weird, like a skeleton, as if it were the remains of a sunken ship that had just been salvaged. The porthole was shining with dim, misty light, and it looked like ghost eyes.

"Although I don't know what you said in the letter to the principal, so that he quickly agreed to your admission request, but I have to declare again—" Krum said solemnly, "please don't make any Behavior that affects Durmstrang’s order, because this is a good school—at least I think so.”

After a few days of getting along, Krum became more sure of his own judgment.

In his opinion, although Maca was more unsmiling than him—he hadn't even seen Maca make any expressions—but Maca was undoubtedly a low-key and quiet person.

"Did you not bring a flying broom? Do you need me to take you on board?" Krum asked, "Although there are small boats, we usually use broomsticks when we get on board, or something else, we can fly Anyway."

Maca looked around, then drew out his wand.

"Floating into the air."

A piece of rotten wood that was pushed to the shore by the waves rose into the air, and floated to his feet under Maca's control.Maca stretched out his foot and stepped on it, then stood directly on it.

With a flick of the wand, the piece of rotten wood flew into the air with Maca.

"Let's go, Krum!" He controlled the rotten wooden stakes under his feet and flew to the Transformation.

"Maybe, sometimes it's not so low-key..." Krum shook his head helplessly, "I remember Grandpa said, you must trust your own judgment... I hope I didn't see the wrong person!"

He said, straddling his firebolt and rushed to Maca's side.

Seeing Maca's sluggish appearance, Krum felt admired, but he couldn't help being a little weak.

"How did you control it so precisely?" He followed Maca and couldn't help but ask, "I have tried several times, but once the spellcaster stands on the object controlled by the floating spell, It will become very difficult to control."

"That's because the curse has an effect on the regular flow of magic power released by the object and the magic power flowing in your body. If you want to eliminate interference, you have to learn to control a part of the object, but not all of it.

As he was speaking, Maca pointed to the place where he was stepping on the rotten wooden stake, "Look, as long as you consciously don't control it, there will be an isolation effect."

Krum looked at Maca’s feet in surprise, although he could understand every word of Maca—after all, Durmstrang’s unified language was also English—but these words were combined and turned into Quite complicated magic principle.

There is...

"'Magic'...what is it?" Krum said in a daze.

"I thought Durmstrang might have research. After all, you are closer to the ancient wizards... This is an important piece of knowledge from the ancient times, but it can't be explained clearly in one or two sentences. Let's talk to you another day. !" Maca said, pointing to the front, "We should board the ship."

Maca’s appearance is a bit too cool. Fortunately, there are not many students on the deck. Most of them stay in the cabin!

"Hello everyone, I am a new student who transferred to Durmstrang this year, Maca McLean." Maca waved his magic wand and threw the rotten wood back into the sea again. In the coming days, we can get along happily."

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