[Comprehensive] There is a small beggar among us

Those disabled people were finally sent to the infirmary, and Aljemi continued to take the transfer students to the campus: "It is not easy for you to get the recognition of Durmstrang students," he blinked his blue eyes, showing A mischievous smile: "And the process must be completed by yourself, I can't help you, and neither can Principal Karkaroff."

Draco smiled lowly, and the laughter was low and sweet: "So you let him leave temporarily?"

Aljemi didn't deny it, and said with a half-smile: "Believe me, it's for your own benefit—although I understand why the principal is so anxious, but this kind of thing can't be rushed."

Why is Karkaroff in such a hurry?

Of course he was anxious, as an ex-Death Eater, Karkaroff was in the same position as Malfoy, and he desperately hoped that these people could gain a foothold in Durmstrang, and he wished for all the ex-Death Eaters who had betrayed the Dark Lord The greater the power in Russia, the safer he would be if all the disciples could gather in Russia.

Aljemi knew that Karkaroff was a former Death Eater, and as one of the most important members of the new Crowan family, this was not surprising.

"So we will receive a lot of provocations? Then we have to fight back those who are overwhelmed?" Sewell asked enthusiastically, "Of course it's not just fighting—" Aljemi raised his eyebrows: "In Germany Armstrong Strength is everything, but violence is not equal to strength - this is a school, violence is the least provocative, including the use of spells, broomsticks, and even test scores."

"Transfer students don't need to attend classes for the first two weeks when they come to Durmstrang. After two weeks, they take an exam to determine which year you will go to. If you do poorly in the exam, it will be embarrassing."

Draco, who had been calm all the time, stopped, thought for a moment, and said, "That means Goyle might go to the first grade to retake it, and I will graduate directly?"

Gore protested by waving his hand and said at least the third grade.

"It can be at most one level higher than your own age, or two years younger. Durmstrang won't spend too much energy on idiots, oh yes, beyond the normal graduation time, you will have to pay an expensive price every year— —1000 Galleons."

"The content of the exam is relatively simple, don't worry, you can declare what grade you are going to go to, the scope of the exam is only the basic knowledge of the first grade 0," Aljemi said with a smile, he saw some people breathed a sigh of relief, Then he added: "But the test papers are all in Russian, I don't think you will have any problems."

Sewell was in no mood to continue visiting the school, he desperately needed to go back and learn that damn Russian, which he had never been exposed to - he only had two weeks!And now he doesn't even know how to write his name in Russian.

"You are lucky, the Christmas holiday is coming soon, and the transfer exam will be held after the Christmas holiday, which is January 1."

It is now December 12th, which is 18 days away.

To learn a new prophecy, Sewell still felt that it was not enough.

The ashen-faced students are not only Sewell, although Slytherin's overall grades are always far ahead of other colleges (it is said that this is because Ravenclaws always write too much with divergent thinking), but this does not mean The students in Slytherin are all top students, or they all learned Russian at the age of 12 like Draco.

Drake's blue-gray eyes rolled around Crabbe and Goyle's face, and finally fell on his little troll brother, and then he sneered mercilessly from his nose.

"I think even if we continue, some of us who are dragging our feet will only show disrespectful expressions on their faces." He dragged his voice and said, "In order not to make more disrespectful actions, can I ask Mr. Crowan to bring Shall we go back to the dormitory?"

"Okay," Aljemi said briskly, then spread his hands and added, "But we still need to do a small test before we can assign dormitories."

Sewell has long known that Durmstrang speaks based on strength, but he didn't expect that he would even frantically divide the dormitory according to strength.

Aljemi led them back to the hall, to the left side of the hall, where there was a straight chimney-like tube, passing through the patio in the atrium of the building, directly connected to the fourth floor. See a red ball inside.

"Will the levitation spell work?" Aljemi pointed to the ball: "Use the levitation spell to lift the ball up—how ​​many floors can you go up to? Your dormitory will be on that floor. Of course, the higher the floor, the better the living conditions." , For example, the first floor is a six-person dormitory, you have to clean up the room yourself, the fourth floor is a single dormitory, and there are house elves who serve 24 hours a day. There will be some resistance in the pipeline to increase the difficulty and balance the number of people on each floor , but you just have to control the ball and let him go up."

"Most of the people are parked on the second floor, and there is a chance to challenge each school year—" The tall student union president stepped sideways to make room: "Who will come first?"

No one among the transfer students spoke, and no one wanted to be the first person to cross the river to test the depth.

Draco motioned Sewell with his chin: "You go."

"……why?!"

"Aren't you a brave Gryffin?" Draco said with pride and reason, "Of course it's up to you to take the lead."

Sewell turned his head dissatisfied and did not step forward.Because of the bad times in Gryffindor dorms, full of memories of smelly feet - he didn't want to live in a shared dormitory at all.

"Go," Draco raised his foot and kicked Sewell's ass lightly: "If you are really bad... I think I will allow you a corner in my dormitory."

Draco said so, Sewell also compromised, he took out his wand, and came to the ball.

"There is only one chance," Aljemi added from the side: "You can only recite the spell once, pay attention to maintaining the continuity of the magic power."

Sewell nodded. He was very nervous and almost sure he was going to screw it up—just hope it wasn't too ugly and embarrassing for Draco.

He held the wand and closed his eyes, hoping to feel the existence of the so-called magic power. You must know that before today, he used magic spells purely by intuition.Sewell suddenly felt a little guilty. He relied too much on the skills from Jiansan and hadn't worked hard on magic.

But now guilt is useless, Sewell must try his best to raise the damn ball as high as possible, and he works harder to communicate with the wand, hoping to control the magic power on his body.

However, after more than ten seconds, he didn't even feel the so-called magic power, and the people next to him were already a little impatient. Sewell had to give up this attempt, took a deep breath: he waved his wand and began to chant the spell: "wingardium leviosa ( Wingardim Leviosa)—”

The moment he uttered the incantation, a strange sensation appeared in his body, as if a kind of air poured from his finger into the wand, and then turned into a small stream of water gushing out from the wand, entangled the ball, and carried the ball with it. rise.

This made Sevier stunned, but he immediately settled down and controlled the water flow to lift the ball up. Sevier had never felt this way, as if the water flow was a part of his body, it was very flexible. He traced back to the source and found The qi gathered into a stream of water came from every corner of his body.

This is magic?

This must be magic.

He asked himself.

Sewell's thinking was blurred for a moment. He concentrated all his consciousness on that magical power. Too much concentration led to hallucinations in his brain, everything around him was blurred infinitely, and his world was gray. There is only the rising ball and the extended magic power. He wants to use the magic power to carry the ball to do other actions, but there are some restrictions that make him only go up or down. Sewell wants to try whether he can carry the ball While descending, a hand was suddenly placed on his shoulder, interrupting him.

"Good job - how does it feel?" came Draco's languid voice, shattering the hallucinations in his head.

"Ah? What, how about what?" Sewell asked with a blank face before he fully understood.

"How did you feel when you went up?" Draco looked at him suspiciously.

Sewell thought for a long time before he remembered that he was just standing in front of the ball in the dormitory and lifted up with the levitation spell, and then that weird scene appeared.

"How long did I use it just now?" He replied dumbly.

"Two seconds," Draco frowned. He was very satisfied with this result, but Sewell's open mouth and blank face were not good at all. Seeing that Sewell still hadn't recovered, he continued: "In an instant the ball went up and hit the ceiling."

"Oh..." Sewell lowered his head, looked at the wand in his hand, recalled the feeling before, and it took a long time before he remembered to answer Draco's question: "I don't feel anything, I just shook my head... and then you shot my shoulder."

Draco's eyebrows frowned even tighter, and it took a long time to unfurl, and he changed into a disgusted expression and said: "What use are you for."

Sewell pursed his mouth aggrievedly, waved the banner of rebellion in his heart, and said with his teeth and claws: "You can do what you want."

Draco glanced at his ineffective younger brother with great momentum, drew out his hawthorn wand, and stepped forward.