Settle at Hogwarts

Prewett led the two of them into a corridor on the right.There are many rooms here, but they all have their doors tightly closed, and there are no signs on the doors.

"This corridor is a room specially arranged for the inspection team. You can choose whatever you want. The rooms are all the same. If necessary, you can always ask any of our faculty and staff to help decorate. However, I don't think you need it. Bar."

Tabor and Lance nodded at the same time. They were both adult wizards who had graduated from a magic school. How could they decorate a room and still need help from others?

Randomly choosing a room at the far end of the corridor, Tubo used a transfiguration spell to turn the place where the name tag was hung into the Hogwarts logo.

The wooden door handle was turned into a gorgeous silver snake.

Open the door and walk in. The space inside is huge, and the view outside the window is also extremely broad.

The style of the house is simple and bright, with plenty of natural light.After Tubo hesitated for a while, he waved his wand and turned the place into a Slytherin lounge.

"Professor Prince, can we come in?"

Tabor turned his head and saw two professors, Prewett and Lance, at the door.

"Of course, please come in."

Prewett looked at this obviously changed room and couldn't help but admire the young professor's level of transfiguration in his heart.

"Professor Prince, you are free to visit the school. However, we allow teaching black magic here, so I hope you don't take it too seriously."

Tabor smiled, but he was a little curious as to how far Durmstrang would teach black magic.

"You can go to every professor's class. If you want to take classes, you can choose the venue at will. You can arrange these with me."

Tabor had no intention of attending classes at Durmstrang, so he just smiled politely.

Prewett talked a lot more, and finally made a sincere request: "In any case, I hope you two can help to restart the Triwizard Tournament. Grindelwald has dealt a huge blow to Durmstrang. .Because of him, our reputation has not been very good these years."

Lance nodded and made no promise. He just insisted that he would be fair and impartial and look at Durmstrang without any colored glasses.

"Where's Professor Prince?"

Tabor smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Professor Prewett, I'm a humble person, so I guess I can't be of much help."

Prewett had obvious disappointment on his face, but he was not surprised in his heart.

The British wizarding world had hardly been harmed by Grindelwald, so there was naturally no loss and there was no urgency to resume the Triwizard Tournament.

"It doesn't matter. Durmstrang welcomes you both anyway. I hope you have a good time in the next week. I have some things to report to Mr. Principal, so I will leave first."

After Professor Prewett left, Tabor's smile relaxed.

"Prince, we still have many supporters over there. They feel that the dark clouds in the magic world have dispersed and some exchange activities are needed to promote everyone's development."

Lance said softly.

Tabor shrugged, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

"Professor Lance, you know, I am just a young man who has only graduated two years ago."

Lance pursed his lips and chuckled: "You really haven't changed at all."

Tabor blinked, thinking that he was just studying at Beauxbatons.Occasionally I go to Professor Lance's class. Why does she seem to understand me quite well?

"As the only exchange student in recent decades, I naturally know a little more about him." Lance explained nonchalantly.

Tabor nodded slightly: "I want to go out for a walk, Professor Lance, do you want to come with me?"

Lance glanced out the window at the distant, somewhat undulating horizon.

"I won't go. I need to settle down a little bit when I get back."

After seeing off Professor Lance, Tabor closed the door and slowly walked downstairs to the castle door. He took out the magic broom from his bag that he hadn't used in a long time.

"Hey, are you a professor at Hogwarts?"

Tabor put on a reserved smile and gave an affirmative answer.

A boy wearing a Durmstrang school uniform walked quickly to Tabor's side.

"Is the phoenix on your shoulder Dumbledore's? It's the wizard who defeated Grindelwald."

"good."

Tabor did not deny it, but was a little curious about what this Durmstrang student wanted to do.

"This is Lord Grindelwald's alma mater. It's inappropriate for you to appear here with Dumbledore's belongings."

Tabor resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"Then what do you say?"

"You, and this bird, get out of here."

The boy spoke very rudely, as if he were facing an intruder.

Tubo directly stepped onto the broom: "Then you can tell your headmaster or the Ministry of Magic. After all, I am here by invitation."

Staring at the figure flying away, the boy, who didn't have a broomstick and didn't know flying magic, could only turn around and return to the castle.

After Grindelwald failed, many of his followers were not imprisoned in Nurmengard, let alone those crazy admirers.

Most of these admirers have not done anything illegal, and even the Ministry of Magic cannot convict them.However, it is precisely because of the existence of these people that the current German magic world is not completely stable.

Durmstrang and the German Ministry of Magic, who want to hold the Triwizard Tournament at this time, may not have the intention to drag other countries into the water.

Tabor suddenly thought that if the Triwizard Tournament was really held, the people in Durmstrang would definitely shrink back in fear when they saw Grindelwald in Hogwarts.

After flying for more than ten minutes, Tabor finally saw a forest of red pine trees growing on the mountains.

Generally speaking, the harvesting time for red pine nuts is from September to October. Although the latitude here is relatively high, I don’t know if it is affected by magic. The size of the pine cones is larger than the Northeastern pitch pine that Tabor has ever seen. Bigger.

After picking a bunch of pine cones and stuffing them into his bag, Tabor was satisfied and flew back to his lounge in Durmstrang.

He set up the largest crucible in the corner of the dormitory.Pour all the pine cones in, raise the flame and slowly start drying them.

The iron spoon controlled by magic kept stirring in the crucible.

With the loss of water, the fruit scales cracked, and the pine nuts "crackled" fell to the bottom of the crucible.

Tabor waved his wand and used the floating spell to pick out all the pine cone debris, leaving only plump pine nuts in the pot.