HP's Adagio Minor

Speaking of Durmstrang, apart from the remoteness, coldness, and focus on black magic, the domestication of beast riding has been completely preserved as an ancient competitive event and school tradition——the various world competitions for riding beasts held every year Among them, there are figures of Durmstrangs.

If you want to join the Riding Beast Taming Association (referred to as the Riding Beast Club), you can apply when you are in the third grade, and attach a letter of consent from your parents.

Lola changed her clothes and combed her hair, and when she walked down the stairs, her escort was already waiting at the door of the student tower.Although it is noon, the sun is as dark as dusk,

"Winter sunshine, more precious than gold, hope to see you again when we return."

Reye Haney used a spell to clear a path in the snow for easy walking.Compared with the physique of the sixth-grade students who are close to adults, even if they deliberately slow down, the girl behind them still struggles to follow.

Along the way, neither of them spoke again.

Lola lowered her head, and the melted snow quickly froze into ice slag, making the ground very slippery.Occasionally looking up, the ice lake is like a flat white field, the greenhouse has turned into a slightly raised white mountain bag, and the animal riding cabin covered with icicles is empty - all the riding animals have been moved to a warmer and safer place for the winter .

After walking through a piece of bare bushes, they came to the animal riding training ground. At this time, Lola was already panting with exhaustion.

"Although it's a bit presumptuous, I still have to advise you, Miss Barodis. At this rate, you may have to retake the physical fitness class in the second grade."

Lola coughed a few times, and a blush appeared on her pale cheeks.

"I just mentioned casually, you can ask for leave at that time...here we are."

Lola was very surprised by the towering parapet that suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. She had never found such a place in the school—a simple and mottled rock fortress—except for the occasional sounds of beasts. secluded.

Reyeh Hane walked in familiarly. The feeling of stepping on the flat frozen soil was much better than stepping on crushed ice slag.

In the hall inside the fortress, some members of the club were examining the hooves of the riding beasts to determine the degree of frostbite.

"You guys are here!" One of the senior boys stepped forward, "Thank you, Reyey, you know you've been so busy recently that you can't get away."

"It's nothing, after all, it was the boss who spoke—what about others?"

"Take a few people for special training—this is Miss Barodis, Valentinehanger."

"It's our first meeting, Senior Hanger."

After a simple salute, Hanger led the two into the side hall.

"...The habits of the Eastern Riding Beast are completely different from what we know, and it is a very rare species, which makes people have to worry about it." He pointed to a dark mass in the corner - it was the one that attacked Luoyang back then. The strange horse that pulls, but unlike before, it looks sickly.

"This dragon horse has been like this since two months ago, and it even stopped eating recently—maybe it's because it just moved here and didn't adapt, but it's more likely to be related to the incident of falling into the water last time," Hanger explained, " Can you recall what happened at that time?"

"of course can."

Lola narrated all the details she remembered, but the other party didn't seem to get any useful clues.

"Anything else?"

Seeing the girl shaking her head, Hanger was a little disappointed, "It seems that we have to continue to think of something."

"Don't worry too much, Valentine, as the president, you have already performed well enough."

"Stop flattering me, you know I'm just an agent... Well, I have to keep an eye on those newbies, they haven't done these jobs yet."

"Senior Hanger, can I take a closer look?"

"Of course, you can do whatever you want."

Lola approached cautiously. The fire was burning brightly here, the floor was covered with thick blankets, and there was a large bowl of fresh fruit beside it—this was the highest treatment one could enjoy while riding a beast—in fact, It has already been treated like a "human being". Not everyone has the ability to live in this winter room transformed from a reception hall.

"Are you afraid? I'm afraid it doesn't have the strength to harm you now." Reye Hane said teasingly, leaning against the door.

"No, I just don't want to disturb it," Lola replied softly.

The dragon horse's neck and four hooves were covered with iron chains. When it sensed someone approaching, it raised its head slightly, and then leaned its head on the ground weakly, breathing hot air, and ignored it.

Although its appearance is a bit strange, it is not ugly. Its pearl gray scales reflect a halo of seven colors under the firelight, its antlers are black and clean, its back has a dark red mane connected to its tail, and its wings are folded in. On both sides, gray and white wings are exposed.

"It doesn't look happy? Why?"

Lola took a few steps closer, and Ryoma poked his head out of the wings, looked at it for a while with his pure black eyes, and suddenly covered with hazy water vapor, he flapped his wings.But it was too weak, unable to stand up at all, and could only make a hoarse and piercing cry.

"Ah!" Lola screamed, and Da Tan's blood vomited out of Ryoma's mouth, and then it began to twitch all over, looking extremely painful.

"Oops, it happened again!" Hearing the commotion, Hanger rushed over in a hurry, and slowly stopped the bleeding after several healing spells, "It always does this, and it vomits blood from time to time, but the test results show that It's not an infectious disease, and it doesn't have any trauma."

"We thought it was the green light, that's why we asked you to come over so abruptly." Reye Hane looked at Lola thoughtfully, "But it seems that it's just a guardian light spell, and it won't produce this kind of light." An incurable, curse-like magical damage."

"Magic damage..." Lola suddenly thought of something, but couldn't grasp her thoughts.

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The sky is full of flowers, and the portrait sits quietly under the flower tree, with long silver hair scattered on the ground.

The world in the painting has no time limit, and it can no longer remember how many years it has spent here.

[Stay here for me, my portrait]

The voice that often emerges in memory belongs to the real Ganiercha Radigast Barodis. His descendants entered here one after another, looking at him respectfully and yearningly. Time has left traces on them. From youth to adulthood, generation after generation.

It's a pity that the current Barodis has fallen, and the one who inherited the talent has no consciousness at all—there is too little magic power stored in the crystal ball, and most of the world in the painting is blank and boring.

The portrait sighed faintly,

At this moment, the six-pointed star formation glowed again, and a figure rushed in rashly.

"Good day, Great Patriarch." The girl saluted and untied the thick cloak on her body, "Sorry for being late today."

"I thought you would have more time to come when 'Camos of the Night' came." The portrait stared at the girl's red nose, "It's cold outside, isn't it?"

"Yes, it started snowing again after the sun went down." Lola put her hand in the crystal ball, and with the appearance of the Barodis family crest, the light in the study became brighter again.

"Then, don't waste any time, take out your textbooks—what should you learn this time?"

Ever since Lola asked a class question, the portrait became her free tutor.Afterwards, Lola, who had no club activities, would go to the study to practice during the afternoon tea time every day. The requirements for portraits were very strict, and she spared no effort in the guidance and strived for perfection.

"The rain spell on the third page, uh, I have already previewed it, but I don't know why, the raindrops are always intermittent."

"You demonstrate it first."

"..."

"...When you swing your stick, you have to wait until the mantra is finished before closing it. Try again."

"..."

"When chanting a mantra, the ending sound should be clear, but it can't drag the sound, and it can't be pronounced in a rolling sound. Try again."

"..."

Soon, sweat broke out on Lola's forehead. The magic power went from rampage to agile and orderly in repeated practice again and again, but for some reason, it improved slightly but made mistakes again and again.

The portrait looked at the mess in the room and shook his head.

"When I was your age, I was already proficient in using all elementary and intermediate spells."

"I tried my best, chief patriarch." Lola blushed, "but these raindrops can't be controlled at all. I don't have your extraordinary wisdom, and I don't have a deep understanding of elemental magic."

"Elemental magic power?"

"Yes, for this reason you also printed your notes into a book for every descendant to read, and you also wrote a collection of spells...Although someone added a lot of content later and rearranged the book, but your understanding of magic elements Your understanding has surpassed many masters of magic... You even found the legendary 'source of magic', which is really, really amazing!",

"I've heard these things before." The portrait didn't take it seriously, "It's a pity that whether it's writing a collection of spells or finding the source of magic, I didn't personally experience everything. I'm just a portrait of your extremely respected patriarch at the coming-of-age ceremony. ——So, you should put away your admiration and concentrate on it.”

The portrait quietly looked at the top of the tree, its deep purple eyes narrowed slightly, as a gust of wind passed by, the wet petals fell on its white robe one after another, smudged into a light red water halo.

It is obviously a beautiful scene, but Lola can feel the loneliness of the portrait.

"So...you don't like me calling you 'you' or 'The Great Patriarch'?"

The portrait is silent, it cannot change its connection with the real Ganiercha Radigast Barodis, even if only as a portrait of him.

"Then how should I address you, well, you are better?"

"Call me Rudy." The portrait thought for a while and said.

"Okay, Ruddy... that sounds a lot sweeter."

"Lola, you're in a bad state today." The portrait sensed the girl's pretended ease, "What's on your mind?"

"Uh, I...in fact, I can't help but think of this book." Lola took out the "Barodis Family Refined Charms Collection" from her pocket, "Maybe you have read it, I just want to Know if there's a powerful silencing spell in there."

"Edgar agrees with you to read this?"

"Yes, but he warned me not to study the last three chapters."

"Very good," the portrait nodded, "After so many years, he finally remembered to return the book."

"..."

"Continue talking." The portrait urged.

"Well, shortly after I awakened my talent, there was a magical riot, I told you, in Ruttenberg Manor, and a lady was enchanted because of it-she had no trauma, but couldn't Make a noise, or there will be profuse bleeding in your throat."

The parents suppressed the incident as much as possible, but when the therapist treated Butaskaya, Lola had already woken up.Later, people called her the "Dark Witch" because of the hurricane, and Lola couldn't help but think that the real Dark Witch should be stronger.

"From your description, this should be a throat-splitting curse, which is a type of ancient punishment—in Chapter 4 of that anthology—when the caster tries to make a sound, the blood vessels inside the throat cavity will be torn , this spell cannot be cured by ordinary light spells, it must be solved according to the ancient magic circle."

The portrait recites from the pages of the book.

"So, does this spell work on mounted beasts?"

"Beast riding? Of course, but almost no one would do this, because the body structure of beasts is different from that of wizards, and most beasts are immune to magic, so riding beasts has its own set of spells... you Getting into trouble?"

"Well, it doesn't count. A few months ago, an oriental dragon horse wanted to attack me, and then it fell into the water—the riding beast seemed to be under a spell, and the symptoms were exactly the same as before. So I wonder if there is any connection between the two."

"...What were you thinking at the time?"

"what?"

"What was going through your mind when you were attacked?"

"I was just scared and hoped it wouldn't chase me or show its fangs at me."

"So as you wish - it shut up."

"Last time, I also wanted Butaskaya to shut up..." Lola suddenly realized, "So I cast the same black magic again? Unintentionally?"

"I don't think so. No one can cast a spell unconsciously." The portrait shook his head, "I have to question whether you can successfully cast this spell, you know, it's much harder than what you've learned now."

"I don't know, but anyway, if I did it, then I'll have to find a way to undo it—can you teach me how to undo it?"

Lola asked expectantly.