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Chapter 302 Durmstrang

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

After submitting the cross-border materials, Professor McGonagall suddenly asked Andrew a question in a low voice.

"I remember, Professor."

He had done his homework well and had figured out the general situation of the school by the end of last term - although most wizards believed that the school was located in Germany, but that was just a smokescreen.

Of course, if you have to say, the wizards there are more inclined to the German magical world, but the real address is not there, but in Scandinavia, probably near Sweden or Norway.

There's no way around it - there's no way to pinpoint the exact location of Hogwarts, except that it's in Scotland, a result of the defensive spells stacked up against the castle itself.

The approximate location of Durmstrang was only known to Hogwarts because it was one of the three European schools. Even Professor McGonagall did not know the exact location.

Even for this secret visit, all they could do was to go to the German wizarding world first, then use the portkey to reach the village affiliated with Durmstrang, and finally be guided to the area - there was no way they could arrive directly.

"Just remember it," Professor McGonagall took back the application and signaled the students who were handling it over there not to make it public. "Remember what they are doing. Don't be too curious about the dark arts. You can learn a little about it, but don't think it's anything great."

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

Andrew took his information, and then got the permission badge with Professor McGonagall - this thing would not be an illegal border crossing.

They would use the Portkey to cross the border, then go to the German Ministry to find the Durmstrang emissary, and then teleport together - yes, another Portkey.

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'hiss…'

Andrew looked up and found that the sky was spinning.

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

As for the door key, he had already put it aside - if it weren't for the basic etiquette, he would definitely have thrown it away.

"Damn it, two Professor McGonagalls... they are just like this when they are drunk. If the Gryffindor students saw this, they would be scared to death by this damn portkey."

He tilted his head, trying to adjust to the dizziness from the continuous rotation.

"Tyler?"

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

He tried to look up, but was knocked down again by the strong feeling of dizziness. "This time the distance is too far. I'm afraid I need to rest for a while, Professor."

"There's nothing you can do, Taylor. You just have to get used to it."

Andrew couldn't see the professor's expression, but from the tone of his voice, Andrew thought the professor was smiling.

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

"Long training in Apparition and a little bit of Transfiguration, but I can only use it on myself because it's so delicate."

"So it's because I got used to the dizziness and a little bit of self-transformation..."

He lay down, motionless, trying to adapt - the question was, if he planned to take a plane back home, would the professor agree?
"Professor, I want to take a plane when I go back. Is that ok?"

"You must leave Durmstrang's defense system first. If that doesn't work, you can just go back on your own. Anyway, you can make up the Muggle procedures, and you can submit them to the wizards once you get off the plane."

The professor was unusually easy to talk to—perhaps because he saw how miserable he was. "By the way, is there no one to help?"

Andrew suddenly remembered this important thing.

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

"That's right. After all, the Triwizard Tournament has been going on for so long."

Andrew maintained a calm breathing state while recovering - Durmstrang was founded by the Bulgarian witch Nelida Vulkanova. It began to grow after Harfang Mount took over as the second headmaster, mainly researching dueling 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. That was in 1294.

Since the second headmaster, Durmstrang has been a dark school that teaches black magic - they still do not accept any Muggle-born wizards and are the favorite school of pure-bloods.

Because of this, Durmstrang recruits students from all over Europe, and even some pure-bloods from the UK go there to study - but this doesn't affect Hogwarts much.

But it is hard to say what will happen in the future - based on the information Andrew has seen so far, Durmstrang's reputation is recovering and rising. Their headmaster Karkaroff may even be a bit unscrupulous in doing things, but he can make money. Currently, the number of professors and the quality of courses are steadily increasing.

As for Hogwarts, we can only say that we have succeeded by finding the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor...

"Now that I think about it, that person really went too far. He ruined the entire class..."

Andrew muttered to himself and tried to get up. The dizziness was relieved a lot.

"That's probably it, Professor."

"Then let's go through the village over here, and then we'll be taken to the school. Normally we would go by water, but it would make too much noise, and this isn't an official visit after all."

"Yes, Professor."

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

"It is you, Professor McGonagall," the blond-haired man saluted. "Welcome to Durmstrang. Please forgive us for not being able to greet you with the highest etiquette."

"The secret visit was something we had planned a long time ago. This is normal. Let's go to the school first. I don't like to break appointments."

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

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 companions got on, the carriage never turned again.

It's just moving forward, moving forward, and moving forward again.

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

He came with the professor - no 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 them solemnly outside the car.

"Here we are. Welcome again to Durmstrang School of Wizardry, Professor McGonagall."

"Welcome to your first visit as well, young wizard."

"Please get out of the car. Headmaster Karkaroff is waiting."

(End of this chapter)