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The cold rain was beating on the glass window, and Loren's heart was colder than the rain at this time.
Recalling the scene when he was choosing a skirt, Loren's cheeks were hot. He tried to bury his face in the shoulder next to him, but this shoulder had lost its usual gentleness and was too cold to be true.
Hermione calmly flipped through a page of the newspaper and glanced at it. It was an exclusive interview with Viktor Krum, focusing on Bulgaria and Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The school was very interested, but she found Loren's expression more interesting than this.
"Oh my god, why would someone make a special trip back to buy a dress?" Hermione imitated someone's annoying tone, raised a curve at the corner of her mouth, and looked straight at him, "No way. Someone's birthday is coming soon, do you want to use the dress as a gift?"
"..."
Damn it, I was a little shy after being exposed!
"Didn't you also go to Tuofan Clothing Store, and you used buying books as an excuse? You didn't mean to...buy me...a ceremonial robe, right?"
While talking, , Loren's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he looked directly at Hermione with a burning gaze.
Hermione felt a little guilty, groaned and unfolded the newspaper in her hand, concentrating on reading the introduction about Durmstrang.
Loren understood immediately and grinned: "What kind of ceremonial robe, show me?"
"Then you want to show me the ceremonial dress?"< br>
"Of course not!" Loren refused confidently, and his shyness had already been thrown off the train.
"Then I can't..."
The girl was smiling, and everyone could tell that she was in a happy mood. She dusted off the newspaper. Hermione raised her head and said, "Harry, Ron, did you know that Viktor Krum is still a student at Durmstrang
Loren angrily rested his head on Hermione's shoulder again, silently complaining in his mind that she was too abrupt in changing the subject.
"I seem to have heard of it..." Ron shook his head vaguely, "Where is it, which country?"
Hermione raised her eyebrows: "There won't be anyone. If we know the specific location, we can only roughly know that it is at the northernmost point of Europe. According to newspapers and the "European Magic Education Assessment"..."
Durmstrang, the three largest magic schools in Europe One of the schools, its establishment can be traced back to the 13th century AD.
As the most secretive of all magic schools, it cannot be plotted and is shrouded in magic to prevent the apparition. It often uses amnesia spells to erase part of the memory of visitors, so no one can be sure where it is. where.
According to some students of Durmstrang, it is located in the northern part of the European continent. The "European Magical Education Assessment" once mentioned that Durmstrang does not recruit Muggle-born students because of the emphasis on dark magic in the curriculum. notorious.
Many truly great wizards have been trained here, but it has also been managed twice in history by wizards who were suspicious or had evil intentions. The most recent claim to fame was due to the famous alumnus, Gellert Grind. fertile.
However, Durmstrang has experienced something of a renaissance in recent years and has produced international celebrities such as international Quidditch star Viktor Krum.
Amidst the discussion about Durmstrang, the time soon came to eleven o'clock, and they bought a lot of snacks for lunch as in previous years...
The train continued northward As we drove, the rain became heavier and fiercer, and the howling wind carried the rain and obscured the whole world, so lanterns were lit in the carriage, rattling and shaking.
When the train stopped at Hogsmeade Station, the sky was dark with rumbles of thunder.
They walked across the platform in the heavy rain, climbed onto the Yeqi carriage, splashed with water, and passed through the gate of the winged boar along the slippery road. The wind and rain in the sky seemed to suddenly calm down. The roads on campus became flat and spacious, and the little wizards couldn't help but lift the curtains of their cars, stick their heads out, and sit in the carriage all the way. The breeze filled with water vapor made them very comfortable.
At seven o'clock sharp, they entered the castle foyer on time.
The auditorium is still as magnificent and magnificent, and it has been specially decorated for the new semester banquet. Hundreds of candles are floating above the table, making the gold plates and goblets shine.
The little wizards gradually filled the empty seats around the head table of the house, but the seat of the guest of honor was still not filled up. This was probably because Hagrid was taking the first-year students across the lake in the rain, and Professor McGonagall was having people clear the doors in the foyer. Dry the ground...
Loren saw Professor Snape at a glance, his face was pale and gloomy, and his hair was still greasy.
The short Professor Flitwick got a bunch of soft cushions from nowhere, and was barely on an equal footing with Professor Sprout. Their Herbology Professor had probably just come out of the greenhouse, and she still had her gardener's hat on. Pick it off and put it on your long gray hair crookedly.
After an empty seat, Dumbledore passed. His long flowing silver-white hair and beard shone in the candlelight, and his luxurious dark green robe was embroidered with many star-and-moon patterns. His slender fingers touched together, his chin rested on his fingertips, and he stared blankly at the rolling dark clouds on the dome.
Well, Dumbledore is still so talkative.
The candlelight floated, dispelling the coldness on the little wizards' bodies, and the auditorium gradually became lively. The excitement of meeting again after a long absence came to my heart, and the little wizards happily shared their holiday life with each other.
"Merlin's beard! Did you notice how tenacious Lynch is?" Seamus still had his Irish crest on him, and some of its magic seemed to be slowly fading, and the scream became feeble: "Troy! Mallet! Moran!"
Ron's eyes suddenly widened, and he took out the small statue of Krum that he bought for two coins and leaned towards it: "Isn't it Krum's Lang?" Is Ski's fake move more exciting?"
"That's right, but the winner is Ireland!"
"Bulgaria lost, but Krum did not lose!"
"..."
The two sides soon became red-faced.
On Hufflepuff's long table, Rolf stared blankly at the flickering candlelight in front of him, sighing lightly from time to time.
"Rolf, did you know that the mole flies are building a nest on your head?"
Luna at the Ravenclaw table next door turned her head, tilted her head, and looked straight. Looking at his ears, the little girl still has the Irish four-leaf clover logo printed on her right cheek. I don't know if it was printed today or if it was not wiped off while watching the game.
"I'm thinking about my grandpa." Rolf sighed and said, "My grandpa is currently tracking down the albino basilisk, the one that appeared on the day of the World Cup... The people from the Ministry of Magic always believed that he had raised it. Yes, no one listened to his explanation. He was so angry that he dragged me all over the world to look for the basilisk."
Luna nodded in understanding and asked in a hollow voice: "Then you found it. "
Rolf closed his eyes in pain and shook his head: "We have searched almost all over Devon... Chicken-tailed monsters, green-striped vipers, basilisks... I will close my eyes now. My eyes felt like slippery scales rubbing against my body."
"Have you watched "The Quibbler"? My dad said that the monster that appeared on the World Cup day was not a basilisk. It had no power to kill people..." Lu Na shook her head, "But it's a kind snake, maybe it's a basilisk egg hatched by a unicorn."
Rolf looked thoughtful: "It does seem to be white. As white as a unicorn..."
(End of this chapter)