HP Magic Biography

"You know, Dad actually considered sending me to Durmstrand instead of Hogwarts. He knows the principal. Well, you know what he thinks of Durmstrand—that person is very strange— —Demstrang doesn't admit that kind of indecent things, but my mother is not happy for me to go to school so far away. My father said that Demstrang is better at witchcraft than Hogwarts.

Durmstrang’s students are actually learning magic, not just like us, doing something meaningless like defense. "

Hermione stood up, tipped to the door of the car, closed the door slowly, blocking Malfoy's voice.

"It seems that he thinks Durmstrand will suit him, right?" she said angrily. "I hope he gets out of the way soon so we don't have to tolerate him."

"Is Durmstrand another magic school?" Harry asked.

"Yes." Hermione snorted. "It has a very bad reputation. According to the European Magic Education Review, this school places great emphasis on witchcraft."

"I think I have heard." Ron said vaguely. "Where is it? Which country?"

"Hey, no one knows, right?" Hermione raised her brow.

"Well, how could this be?" Harry asked.

"Traditionally, there is a lot of competition among all the magic schools. Durmstrang and Boothbatten like to hide their whereabouts so that no one can steal their secrets."

Hermione said if something happened.

"Don't be funny," Ron began to laugh. "Dermstrang is about the same size as Hogwarts. How do you hide a big dirty castle?"

"But Hogwarts is invisible." Hermione said in surprise. "Everyone knows...well, anyway, anyone who reads Hogwarts and reads history knows it."

"It's just you," Ron said. "Let's go ahead-how did you hide a place like Hogwarts?"

"It was enchanted," said Hermione. "If a Muggle observes it, they will see nothing more than a pile of ruins, and a sign that says'Don't enter is dangerous' hung at the door.

"The same is true for Boothbarton, but they used magic to hide a whole mountain. I asked Nicole May."

"Hid a whole mountain?" Harry was surprised.

"Yes, they are right here... well, I forgot what mountain, but the students at Busbarton are not very friendly, their boys."

"Indeed, I don't like it very much," Hermione said.

Fanlin replied, and he roughly said what happened to Boothbatton, so Hermione...

"They can't beat you..." Ron said, "Even together..."

"But it's pretty annoying."

"Why did they target you?" Hermione was puzzled. She didn't quite understand why a student's competition turned into such an eye-catching battle.

"Uh...maybe I don't care about them." Fanlin said, he can't say that it is because of this fellow Furong, at least, this is not a good show-off capital.

"Don't care too much?"

"You can't let me greet each other one by one, and the time is not very enough." Fan Lin said slyly.

In fact, in addition to knowing a Fleur and Gabriel at Boothbarton, he also knew one of them was against him. Brown, as for the others...

Well, this is just a matter of knowledge.

"Well, let's continue talking about Durmstrang." Fanlin said, "You know, Durmstrang can tolerate dark magic."

"Yes, everyone said that, and Grindelwald came from Durmstrang. In other words, will Bussbatten also have a character like the Dark Lord?"

Hermione frowned. If so, then the three major magic schools in Europe are really interesting...

"Probably not." Fanlin said, and he thought of Busbarton's hordes of young ladies, the learning atmosphere of prosperity.

"Maybe there will be a...witch..." Fanlin tried to say.

"Witch?"

"If Hermione was in Boothbarton, maybe..."

"Shut your mouth, Ron, don't let us two into the water together."

"I..." Ron was a little confused. The ghost knew that he had misplaced the string and took the initiative to provoke Hermione with sorrow.

"I'll give you a chance to tell you what you just said... I... what happened in Boothbarton? What will it become?"

There was a bright smile on Hermione’s face, matched with the girl’s gentle face...

"Oh...no, no, I didn't mean that, I mean...then Durmstrang is just like a pile of rubble in the eyes of outsiders?"

Forcibly changing the subject is not a good way.

However, Hermione seemed too lazy to pay attention to Ron, at least on the train.

"Maybe." Hermione shrugged. "Perhaps the Muggle forbidden spell on it, like the World Cup Stadium, prevents outside magicians from finding it. They make it unpredictable—"

"Again?"

"Hey, you can cast a spell on a building, making it impossible to be surveyed on the map, right?"

The topic was pulled back in the next second, and no one would mention anything about Busbarton, which is not a good thing.

"Well... if you say that." Harry said.

"But I think Durmstrand must be somewhere in the far north," Hermione said thoughtfully. "A very cold place because they have hairy cloaks in their uniforms."

"Ah, think about the possibility," Ron said dreamily. "It's impossible to push Malfoy into the glacier so easily and make it an accident... What a pity his mother likes him so much..."

"Narcissa will definitely find you desperately. Speaking of which, Narcissa is Sirius' cousin?"

Everyone looked at each other.

For these chaotic and complicated genealogies of the nobles, these little wizards will never be able to sort out.

Perhaps, several hundred generations upwards ~www.readwn.com~ You and the classmates around you may still be separated by relatives who don't know how many backs.

What about his cousin's cousin's nephew...

This is really confusing.

"So, Harry and Malfoy..."

"I know what you want to say, so please shut up. I have no blood relationship with Sirius."

"But you are his godson. If Sirius does not find a girlfriend to give him a new son or daughter, the Black family needs you to inherit."

"It's impossible, Sirius... and, I... I am me, you know, I can't have anything to do with... Malfoy... forever."

"If you know that your original family is also a strong family, I hope you can continue to maintain this kind of remarks." Fanlin said, "So, let's say fate, Harry, your circle is really chaotic. you……"

"Shut up, Fanlin, you still can't use magic power..."