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Chapter 464 Kodosdoriz
"Damn it, it really is..."

Andrew sat on the ground, trying to calm his stomach.

He felt like throwing up his breakfast - the Kodostoriz School of Magic was much farther away than he had thought.

Durmstrang is child's play compared to this damn school.

Five transfer door keys!
He originally thought that he had adapted to this kind of transfer this year, but today his defense was broken.

"No wonder they weren't brought to the Triwizard Tournament. The distance is too far. Can't they get a teleportation array or some kind of buffer device?"

He used random thoughts to distract himself so that he would not vomit. It took him a long time to feel that his head was no longer dizzy, and he finally stood up with difficulty.

How far is this distance?
Even Professor McGonagall's face turned pale - after all, Kodostoris and Kamchatka Death Valley are close to each other. If it weren't for Durmstrang's efforts to win them over, who would be willing to come across half the world?
"This is an improved version. It is only possible to come here so conveniently after a relatively stable magic network has been established in the Moscow Havelin Hospital, Shablin Cave, and the Death Town in the Magadan District. Otherwise, it would be more troublesome to go to Kodos Doriz."

The latest version of the information he read before the trip came to Andrew's mind.

In fact, if there is nothing wrong with the information, the original Kodosdoriz was not a magic school at all, but only a gathering place for wizards with the framework of a magic school.

Fifty students, yes, only fifty students per year!

This was the number of students enrolled in Kodos Dorez every year in the beginning. If it weren't for the appearance of Grindelwald at Durmstrang and the rampant dark magic, even if the Grand Passage was built, few people would come here. It's too cold!

'It's a good thing we came in the summer, but if the plan hadn't changed, we would have had to go with the Warriors during the Christmas holiday, which would have been a pain.'

'In addition, the school system here actually has some problems. Their admission age is too low, and the graduation age is too late... But this is not a big problem. You can limit the age. You can't let a group of students in their twenties come to participate in the competition.'

Andrew's brain began to recover from the devastation, and he started to think about the task outline this time - he must eliminate as much unfairness as possible this time to avoid disputes due to unfair competition later.

'The advantage of the overtime school system is that it does a good job of pre-school education, but the danger of magic explosion at the age of 11 is much higher because they lack the sense of security brought by the company of their loved ones. And if this is done, many Muggle-born wizards will be screened out unless they are particularly outstanding and awaken their magic early - but this is not what we are talking about this time. No school will tolerate other schools discussing their admissions criteria.'

"But it's strange. We're actually competing with Durmstrang for students, so how come the two families have such a good relationship that even Karkaroff can hook up with them?"

Andrew had no way of knowing, but judging from the current information, the most likely reason was that the two families had different requirements for each other's students - after all, Kodosdoriz had holy spells and purification spells, and theoretically there were not many dark wizards. Maybe there was no competition between the two sides in this regard?
"Never mind. After we sort out this base, we'll just look for our liaisons and head into Kodosdoriz. It's really cool here, as expected of Kamchatka."

"Professor," Andrew greeted Professor McGonagall after making sure she had recovered from her illness. "It's quite cool here. It's almost autumn at Hogwarts."

"This is my first time here too," the professor was looking around at this moment, "We usually don't communicate with this side much, and we are only close to those two magic schools - they don't even want to reveal their names, it's really..." There are eleven magic schools, and the confidentiality of two of them is so high that they won't even reveal their names. There are many names that have been circulated, but it is impossible to be sure which one is true. The principle of confidentiality has been truly implemented.

"There's nothing we can do. Different regions use different confidentiality laws. The key is to protect ourselves. Although we are now more peaceful, who knows when war will break out again, professor."

As Andrew spoke, he began to pull his robe out of the bag he was carrying - damn it, it was okay when there was no wind, but when the wind blew, even with his physique, he felt that it was too cold here.

"That's right. We've only had peace for a few years." Professor McGonagall shook her head. "Don't put on too many clothes, Taylor. The environment here is more complicated than you think."

The professor waved his wand, and the ground beneath their feet began to rise, and then rise again, until it pushed them to the same height as the nearby hills.

Andrew noticed that the professor nodded to his square glasses, and the glasses suddenly emitted a faint white light.

"Um... this is the Farsight Spell from Adventure Magic? Damn it, Professor Nina mentioned it when we were chatting, but I didn't learn it."

But even without relying on magic, he could see how complicated the terrain was in front of him.

Even in summer, you can still see snow-capped semi-snowy mountains, and the crisscrossing terrain that seems to be squeezed together by magic. In a remote place, Andrew can even see a bare mountain with some black smoke - if he guessed correctly, there is an active volcano crater over there.

"The plants are quite lush, and this area should be a magical area - yes, there are at least three kinds of potion ingredients over there alone. It seems that this place is just as the information says, with a vast area and sparse population..."

Andrew, who had now learned the basics of herbology, judged from the crops that this should be Kodosdoriz's private plot - compared to the pitiful campus of Hogwarts, this place was incredibly large.

There's no way. The land is vast and the population is sparse, especially in this damn environment. Not many Muggles are willing to come here. Kodosdoriz just wants to occupy as much territory as he can.

"It's warmer now. As expected, the wizard robes have no protective magic, but are directly attached with thermal insulation spells. In this environment, fifty students are too many to attend school. What are they thinking?"

But Andrew soon found out the answer - after investigation, Professor McGonagall restored the terrain to its original state, and soon the professor who was to take over arrived.

The name of the professor who was supposed to answer the call was too long, and Andrew only remembered his name with his poor Russian, Negokin - he was very polite in remembering this outrageous name.

But after taking the portkey and teleporting, he was still a little affected.

'Who built such a luxurious castle in such a remote place?'

(End of this chapter)