The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

"Hey! Link! We're going to swim in the deep lake in the back mountain. Come along too. Along the way, we can go and see those ghost ships that you're going to repair and buy!"

"Well, thank you for the invitation, Krum. But I don't think this kind of exciting sport is right for me. Besides, I have some things to do today, and I'll be leaving in a while."

Looking at Krum, who was wearing a single shirt and was full of interest in front of him, Link said helplessly.

Since he received the medal of Principal Doug and officially became the director of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he has been invited by Krum to live in Durmstrang.

As of now, this is the fourth day.

During this period of time, Krum, as the host, took Link to fully appreciate the various entertainment methods of Durmstrang style.

These include riding a broomstick in the mountains to perform stunts in the face of a 9-level gale, training on a Spartan spell, and driving a ghost ship to fish for sea monsters...

Link is naturally not very interested in these alternative and powerful activities.

But unexpectedly, Emily, who has always been very ladylike, showed an unusually high enthusiasm for it.

In these few short days, she followed the group of Durmstrang girls on broomsticks almost every day to see the magical and miraculous scenery around Durmstrang.

And after this not-so-pleasant entertainment, Link's only gain is why Durmstrang students are so tough, and why Krum's flying skills are so good and Durmst Lang's particularity has a clear understanding.

To put it simply, the current Durmstrang seems to be still in the "dark" period when Dumbledore did not become the headmaster and did not carry out the humanized management reform of Hogwarts.

Students born in this "dark" period of "tyranny" are naturally very high-level.

But as a price, the casualty rate of these Durmstrang little wizards is also particularly high.

Durmstrang even has 5 student deaths per year!

That is to say, as long as there are no more than 5 deaths per year in Durmstrang, the German Ministry of Magic will not be held accountable too much, such as sending an inspector down in the original book or directly closing the door for rectification.

Among these many special points, the one that Link remembered most was Durmstrang's special semester system.

In fact, Link had noticed it as early as when he first entered Durmstrang.

Although it was already summer vacation, the number of students in Durmstrang did not decrease at all, and the castle was still bustling.

Later, after asking Krum specifically, Link learned that the winter days in Durmstrang are so long and cold that all the students' outdoor classes had to be suspended, so their Christmas break was extra special. long.

The extra vacations released during the Christmas holidays need to be made up during the summer vacation.

That is to say, this time is still their normal class time.

This kind of move can really be regarded as a model of adjusting measures to local conditions.

Closer to home.

After finally getting rid of Krum's enthusiastic entanglement, Link, who had put on his black hunting suit again, went directly to the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's office that Beckman had been rushing to clean up in the past few days.

What he told Krum earlier about something to do was not a perfunctory.

Tomorrow is the day to carry out Grindelwald's assassination plan, and Link must bring people to the meeting point agreed with the Alliance of Despicables today with Beckman.

Perhaps because the construction period is too short, the decoration of this office still maintains the most common shabby style in Durmstrang Castle. The whole is more like a dungeon than an office.

And when Link pushed the door and entered, Beckman, who was already a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts in Durmstrang, was facing a wall, no, to be precise, facing a wall with a picture of Mark of Grindelwald froze.

This mark was drawn by Grindelwald himself when he was a student.

After the war, Durmstrang's school leaders hated it, but due to the orders of the International Wizarding Federation and the German Ministry of Magic, they could not destroy it. It is also a famous scenic spot in Durmstrang.

A few days ago, Beckman chose this shabby room that had been abandoned as his office, and it was precisely because of this mark.

Link has long been accustomed to Beckman's appearance.

He sat on Beckman's office chair by himself, tucked his legs on the table, and sipped hot cocoa every sip—don't drink this shit every day in Durmstrang. Can't get warm at all.

"What a beautiful symbol! I don't know why the International Federation of Wizards doesn't allow others to destroy it, but it's... a surprise!"

Beckman murmured with a blurred expression. While speaking, he was still touching the crooked Grindelwald mark with his hands. His movements were soft and outrageous, as if he was afraid of hurting the other party because of his actions.

There was a hint of sarcasm on Link's face when he heard this, and he said with a smile:

"Do you think the International Federation of Wizards has any good intentions? They just want to use this mark to let all people from Durmstrang, and even people in Europe, remember that Grindelwald is from Dem. Strong's student, so that Durmstrang and Grindelwald will be nailed to the pillar of shame forever.

As far as I know, their ideological education program is well executed.

Most of the students like Krum are very ashamed and hated for the existence of this mark, which is why this classroom is so desolate and dilapidated.

Based on the character of these rascals, I even think that before you moved here, a lot of people would come over every day to spit on this mark or do other more disgusting things to vent. Maybe the place you just touched still has traces of their drooling dryness. "

Speaking of the latter, Link's words have begun to develop in the direction of disgusting people.

But Beckman was not angry at all when he heard the words, but nodded in agreement:

"There have been quite a few nasty kids here who have done the things you said before, but you don't have to worry about me touching those disgusting marks. Because as early as the first day I moved in, I already used a spell to clean this place. Countless times."

Speaking of which, Beckman took out the spell and swept the wall in a whirlwind, "And I don't think the vicious plan of the International Federation of Wizards is really that successful, on the contrary, I think they leave this mark as Biggest failure!

You know what you said before. Most of the students hate this mark, but there are a small number of children who think this mark and the story behind it are very cool, and even deliberately imitate us. "

"You want to use those extremely individual elements as a starting point to start the thought remolding work?" Link frowned, "I have to warn you in this regard, although I don't mind if you help me come up with a similar one in Durmstrang. The organization of the Saints of Grindelwald, but the only object of allegiance to this organization can only be me, not Grindelwald."

"We signed an 'unbreakable oath', of course I wouldn't do such a stupid thing. Anyway, those kids didn't understand the spirit of Lord Grindelwald, they were just playing cool. I just wanted to use them as It's just a starting point."

"As long as you understand, I believe in your ability in this regard. After all... Mother said you are very good at this kind of work."

Beckman smiled at Link after hearing this, but that smile was full of bitterness.

Link was not interested in figuring out what kind of story was hidden behind that smile. He took out his pocket watch and said:

"The time has come, we should go."

After saying that, Link walked out of the castle without looking back.

Beckman glanced at the Grindelwald mark on the wall for the last time with complicated eyes, and hurriedly followed.

The two walked all the way through the corridor and foyer where renovations had already begun, and finally boarded the ghost ship "Flying Dutchman" with the farewell of Emily and others, and the hunters.

...

In Austria, in a barren and narrow mountain stream, dozens of magic tents engraved with different family decorations were neatly placed in the camp according to certain rules.

A large number of wizards and house-elves in gray robes were busy running back and forth between tents.

The black-haired little Schwartz was deep in such busyness, with a worried expression on his face, as if he was waiting for something.

"Om!"

I don't know how long it took, there was a buzz in the air, and then Link, Beckman, and several other heavily armed Beckman Castle veterans appeared in the camp out of thin air.

"Merlin! You are finally here!"

Little Schwartz hurried up to meet him, "Come with me, everyone else is waiting for your meeting!"

Little Schwartz pointed to a large white tent without any family decoration in the center of the camp, looking very anxious.

Hearing that, Link and Beckman looked at each other, and the latter asked blankly:

"Don't worry, you have to tell me what the situation is now."

"The situation is that the International Federation of Wizards suddenly went crazy and sent an old witch to monitor our actions, and this old witch also asked us to immediately order the five masters to hold a pre-war seminar!" Z complained dissatisfiedly, "This is purely to toss people to show their sense of existence. If you want me to say, it must be that Hartman and the others did not give enough bribes, otherwise how could such a thing happen?"

Beckman's expression was a little ugly when he said this.

For what they are going to do tomorrow, a watcher from the International Federation of Wizards is indeed a big accident - he can't kill this person tomorrow, the danger here is too high.

And Link said calmly:

"I think it is necessary to hold another pre-war seminar to integrate and share information. At least, after this meeting, I should be able to know where this place is and how many people we have at present."

Little Schwartz, who was pulling Beckman towards the big tent, was stunned for a moment, then scratched his head in embarrassment and said:

"Oh! Sorry! Withholding this part of the information is a temporary decision of Lange, and it is the same for everyone, not just for you.

However, this order is no longer necessary. I can answer these questions for you right now. "

Little Schwartz approached and whispered, "We are currently located in a hidden mountain stream 20 kilometers west of Nurmengard Prison. This location was also set by Lange. He said that this is the place where Nurmengard Prison counterattacks. The limit distance of the Apparition Charm is also outside the limit perception range of Lord Grindelwald - although I don't think Lord Grindelwald can maintain such a strong perception ability after being imprisoned for so many years, hehehe..."

Little Schwartz's joke didn't have the effect he imagined. Facing the serious-looking Link and Beckman, Little Schwartz finally coughed twice, "Well, I know it's not funny at all. As for the issue of our troops, I actually don't know. What do you think? Let's go to the meeting first, and I believe Lange will give you a satisfactory answer at the meeting!"

After speaking, Little Schwartz made a gesture of invitation again, and this time, neither Link nor Beckman refused.

After placing the Beckman Castle veterans, Link and Beckman finally entered the central tent under the leadership of Little Schwartz.

Not surprisingly, this tent was also blessed with a traceless stretching spell, and the overall style of the interior is completely the appearance of a tough and gloomy German-style conference hall. The only thing that is a little surprising is the hanging on the wall of the conference hall. It is not the decoration of any family, but the huge letter logo of the International Federation of Wizards, which is suspected of flattering.

All the members of the League of Despicables are sitting around a round conference table with no priority.

When they saw Link and others coming, they didn't show any feelings of welcome or disgust, they just nodded slightly, and then changed to that uncomfortable look that was a little nervous and restrained.

And all this discomfort came from the International Wizards Federation monitor who was sitting alone in the corner.

She was wearing a dark purple robe with the logo of the International Federation of Wizards engraved on her chest, and a monocle on her right eye. She looked like an old witch with the same dullness as Professor McGonagall. Make any expression and make those around you feel a suffocating seriousness.

This strange silence finally ended after the three of Link took their seats.

Lange, who was holding a cigarette and did not light it, looked at Beckman and said:

"Old Beckman, how many people did you bring here this time?"

"Five old brothers who followed me back then," Beckman said lightly. "In a small space like Nurmengard, so few people are enough. Also, how many people did you bring?"

Lange ignored Beckman's inquiry, stretched out his wand and lit the cigarette in his mouth, looked at Link and said:

"What about you, Mr. Foley, how many people have you brought?"

Hearing that, the other despicable people present all turned their heads and looked at Link.

Obviously, these people are most concerned about the power of this mysterious nobleman.

However, Link's next answer exceeded everyone's expectations. High-speed text hand beat the strongest badger at Hogwarts chapter list