Chapter 147 The Revolution on the Black Sea

"...Victor Krum."

The brilliant Seeker for the Bulgarian team was sleeping in the team's makeshift camp. To be honest, he hadn't slept soundly, but he was falling asleep.

Who knew, in a daze, he seemed to hear someone calling him.

"Victor Krum!"

Yes, someone did call him, and Krum woke up suddenly.

"Who? Who's there?" He took out his wand from under the pillow, pointed forward, "Luminescence flashes."

Suddenly, the tent brightened up. But the next moment, he couldn't help shrinking back.

"You are--"

"Hi, it's really impolite to disturb you late at night... But, who told me to do something!" The visitor politely leaned forward and saluted him, "I'm Maca McLean, I don't know if you still remember me?"

Krum tightened his grip on the wand, but his palms were still slippery with sweat.

"...What's the matter with you?" Krum frowned and said gloomily.

"I know you're a student of Durmstrang, and in fact me and your headmaster - you know, Mr. Karkaroff - I know him. As you can see, I've separated Hogwarts, I thought, I need to have a chat with Mr Karkaroff about admission."

"You made such a big fuss on the field today, how could the principal agree to—"

"Don't worry," Maca explained patiently. "I will discuss the details with Mr. Karkaroff. I just need you to show me the way."

"That's impossible!" Krum shook his head and said, "Our Durmstrang's tolerance for black magic is indeed relatively high, but that's relatively speaking—it's impossible for us to accept a person who disrupts a world-class event." Dangerous people."

"Then..." Maca said, a green light suddenly lit up on his wand, "What if I threaten you with death?"

No matter how old-fashioned Krum was, he was a little flustered now, but not everyone could take the Killing Curse calmly.

However, his eyes were only flustered for a moment, and then he calmed down again.

"You won't kill me." He said firmly.

Maca looked at him with interest for a moment, then couldn't help but nodded to Krum, "You're smart—at least smarter than those students in Hogwarts, but you're still not smart enough... "

He put away his wand, and continued: "Your tone is so firm, it will easily anger the person who threatens you. This point cannot be ignored in the future."

Krum stared at Maca for a moment, his eyes flickering.

As for Krum, he actually hated those evil dark wizards, because his grandfather died at the hands of the first generation of Dark Lord Gellert Greenwald.

However, most of the families that have been admitted to Durmstrang Academy for generations have a fairly tolerant attitude towards black magic. Their judgment standards are always in their own hands.

At this moment, Maca standing in front of him possesses great power, and can even get away with ease from the most famous subordinates of the time. While possessing such strength, he was able to save an employee of the British Ministry of Magic who was on the opposite side from the Death Eaters.

In Krum's view, this is a true "wizard" who sticks to his principles.

Those born in Durmstrang have always held respect for those strong who stick to their principles. They don't judge a person by appearances—at least Krum is such a typical person.

After a long while, he finally opened his mouth and said: "At least, no matter how threatening you are, it won't be easier than an Imperius Curse... I can take you to see the principal, so I can't know what he will say after I see you." Now, you'd better be prepared."

"Of course, as I said just now, you just need to show the way." Maca nodded and said, "You know, every school has added a secrecy magic, and I can't find a place by myself."

In the early morning of the next day, the members of the Bulgarian team were taken aback by Maca's appearance, but after Krum's introduction, although they were still a little skeptical, they did not show a very repulsive attitude.

"Durmstrang's philosophy is indeed very different from that of Hogwarts. This school's treatment of magic may be closer to that of ancient wizards." Maca said hello to the others, thinking to himself, "It's true. I can't say who is good and who is bad, it can be said to be backward, or it can be said to be pure..."

"If you ask me, maybe I like this kind of school more - after all, it's more like a 'wizard'."

Under Maca's intentional evasion, he did not meet the manager of the Bulgarian team or the people from the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic along the way.

After a few days of sailing, he and Krum came to the coastal city of Bulgaria - Burgas.

Not long after, the day of school will arrive.

"This way."

According to Krum, Durmstrang College will pick up and drop off the students by a magic ship made according to the characteristics of the ghost ship, the Change, every school term and holiday.

And because although the number of students at Durmstrang College is not large, they are widely distributed, so there will be several stops for the Revolution.

And one of the stops is on the Black Sea coast of Bulgaria.

"You can just wait here. The Revolution comes with the effect of the Muggle Repelling Curse, so you don't have to worry about the Muggles around."

It was already night now, and Bulgaria was the last port of call for the Revolution. After picking up the last batch of students here, they should go straight to Durmstrang College.

Krum was talking, and the Muggles seemed to have remembered something important, and they all dispersed and left quickly. However, many more remained.

Apparently, they were all students of Durmstrang in Bulgaria.

At this moment, the surface of the Black Sea boiled for a while, as if something big was about to rise from the surface of the sea. The waves became turbulent, even though they were far away, they quickly pushed to the seashore and slapped violently on the beach.

Immediately afterwards, a large vortex suddenly appeared on the sea surface, and several long, black-painted masts pierced out of it, followed by sails and rigging...

Finally, the first half of the Revolution jumped out of the sea with a majestic momentum, and landed heavily on the sea, stirring up even higher waves.

In the moonlight, the wet ship's side boards faintly reflected light.

It was eerie, skeletal, as if it were the wreck of a freshly salvaged ship, and the portholes shone with dim, misty lights that looked like ghostly eyes.

"Although I don't know what you said in the letter to the principal, so that he quickly agreed to your admission request, but I have to reiterate—" Krum said seriously, "Please don't make any Behavior that affects order in Durmstrang because it's a good school - at least I think so."

After a few days of getting along, Krum became more and more sure of his own judgment.

In his opinion, although Maca was more serious than him—he had never even seen Maca make any expression—but Maca was undoubtedly a low-key and quiet person.

"Didn't you bring a broomstick? Do you need me to take you on board?" Krum asked, "Although there are small boats, when we were young, we usually used brooms or other things to fly. It's all right."

Maca looked around, then drew out his wand.

"Floating into the air."

A piece of rotten wood that was pushed to the shore by the waves rose into the air and floated to his feet under Maca's control. Maca stretched out her foot and stepped on it, then stood up directly.

With a flick of the wand, the piece of rotten wood flew into the air with Maca.

"Let's go, Krum!" He controlled the rotten wooden stake under his feet, and flew leisurely towards the Revolution.

"Maybe, sometimes it's not so low-key..." Krum shook his head helplessly, "I remember Grandpa said, you have to trust your own judgment... I hope I'm not mistaken!"

As he spoke, he straddled his Firebolt and rushed to Maca's side.

Seeing Maca's slow look, Krum felt admiration in his heart, but he couldn't help but feel powerless.

"How did you control it so precisely?" He followed Maca, and couldn't help asking, "I've tried it a few times, but once the spell caster stands on the object controlled by the floating spell, it will It's going to be very difficult to control."

"That's because the spell has an effect on the regular flow of magic power released by the object and the magic power flowing in your body. If you want to eliminate the interference, you have to learn to control a part of the object, not all of it."

Just as he was talking, Maca pointed to the place where he stepped on the rotten wooden stake, "Look, as long as you consciously don't control it, it will play a role of isolation."

Krum looked at Maca's feet in surprise. Although he could understand every word of Maca—after all, Durmstrang's unified language was also English—these words combined became Pretty complicated magic principles.

And there is...

"'Magic power'...what is it?" Krum asked in a daze.

"I thought Durmstrang might do some research. After all, you are closer to ancient wizards... This is an important knowledge in ancient times, but it really can't be explained clearly in one or two sentences. Let's chat with you another day. !" Maca said, pointing to the front, "We should board the ship."

Maca's way of appearing on the stage is a bit too cool. Fortunately, there are not many students on the deck, and most of the students are staying in the cabin!

"Hello everyone, I am a new student who transferred to Durmstrang this year, Maca McLean." Maca waved his wand and threw the piece of rotten wood back into the sea again. In the days to come, we can get along happily."

On the deck, several students stared at him with half-open mouths, not knowing what to say better. ) Download Free Reader!!