Soul shaping

Carrying out a suitable simulation generally does not deviate too much from the original location. For example, it is absolutely impossible to create a volcano from a pool. "

"They also built volcanoes?" Cedric was astonished.

"Well... They built a volcano during the Triwizard Tournament in Beauxbatons in the [-]th century. As a result, a warrior triggered a large-scale eruption, causing half of the campus to be burned down, and some students watching the game were injured. It was forced to suspend it for a month because they were going to repair the campus... I don't think they will simulate the volcano anymore." Hermione thought for a while and said.

"What was the mission of that competition?" Harry was a little curious.

"The more gems you get from the crater, the higher the score, but there will be fire goblins and blue-winged vultures interfering halfway."

All the warriors gasped.

"All in all, when you arrive in Durmstrang, you can take a good look at the terrain of their school and guess the possible competition events." Hermione concluded, "As for the third comprehensive competition event, this one is very important. It’s hard to say. But what is certain is that this project will assess the abilities of warriors in many aspects, including spell mastery, on-the-spot adaptability, teamwork ability—this may be—and intelligence, etc., this project There’s nothing to prepare for, just play normally.”

"Okay, okay!" Harry led the applause, and Hermione gave him a glare.

Professor Dumbledore, the team leader sitting next door, couldn't help smiling when he heard their discussions and noises.

The Durmstrang Dining Hall was early decorated with red and purple bouquets and openwork ribbons, embellished with various intricate coat of arms.The grounds had been swept clean by house-elves, and the multicolored marbles had been bewitched to shine.A dark blue cashmere blanket has been laid on the long golden table, and a bouquet of roses, marigold cups, and silver knives and forks are placed on it.

At this moment, the long tables facing the gate were full of people.They were wearing crimson school uniform robes, with badges representing different organizational forces on their left arms, staring at each other, their swords drawn.

Jadis held his wand tightly, looking coldly at the "Silver Snake" people not far away, his eyes were chilling.And a boy with light brown hair sitting across from him noticed his gaze, he straightened up lazily, and stared back without showing any weakness.

Jetis frowned, feeling even more upset inside.He would never lose to anyone in terms of momentum, so he glared at the boy with all his strength... This silent confrontation soon attracted other members of the two organizations, and they all looked at the two curiously. Pointing and talking.

Prometheus yawned big, thinking how comfortable he was sleeping.He blinked, and suddenly felt something was wrong—why did everyone stare in his direction?It's just a nap, so don't be so surprised... Have you ever seen the leader sleep?

But he soon discovered that everyone was not looking at him, but his subordinate Jetis and Polyaser of the "Silver Snake".Prometheus observed with great interest for a while, thinking that his knight was getting more and more interesting, actually playing a game of staring with members of the hostile organization...

"Hey Kyle, how long do you think they can last?" He leaned over to a burly man and tugged at his mustache.

"Who the hell dares to bullshit me... Chief...? No, no, no, I didn't mean that, ha, ha ha..." Kyle was chatting up the goddess Odile, whom he had a crush on for a long time, when he was suddenly interrupted and pulled With a proud mustache, he burst into anger instantly.He suddenly turned around and wanted to beat up that ignorant kid, but when he saw the man's face clearly, his face changed instantly, and he quickly put on a flattering expression.

"You haven't answered my question, Kyle." Prometheus didn't seem to care about his disrespect, he sat on Odell's lap casually, but the girl didn't feel disgusted at all, but screamed happily Holding him in his arms, kneading and kneading, his face was filled with a kind of maternal brilliance.

Kyle breathed a sigh of relief, and didn't care that his leader was dating Odel, which was really nothing compared to making Prometheus angry.He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a respectful smile, "I think they will stop soon...? After all, people from Beauxbatons and Hogwarts are coming soon."

Prometheus enjoys Odell's soft and delicate fingers pinching his face. His 1.4-meter height and this cute face are extremely lethal to women of all ages. Almost every girl who sees it He wanted to hold him in his arms and love him dearly.Kyle is very contemptuous of this way of using cuteness to pick up girls, but it's another matter if the other party is the leader.He knows this kid's vicious methods, even he feels a chill down his spine...

"Oh, they're coming soon?" Prometheus rolled his eyes and showed an innocent smile again, "No rush, Kyle, go open a gamble and bet on who will lose first Come on, Jetis is one to three, and Polyaser is one to one and a half."

"Ah? Chief, are you so unconfident in Jetis?"

"If you are told to do it, do it, don't ask so many questions." Prometheus gave him a sideways glance, and leaned into Odell's arms again.That look made Kyle's whole body tremble, and he didn't dare to object anymore.

When Jetis knew that he had been betrayed by his leader, almost everyone took part in the gamble.Kyle stood dejectedly to collect the money, while Prometheus was surrounded by several beautiful girls, reluctant to leave.

He took a deep breath and stood up, took out his wand from his pocket, and pointed at Polyasser: "Let's duel."

“Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!” The members of the onlookers all booed excitedly. Some people stood up and knocked on the table to clap their hands. Durmstrang's militant side was vividly reflected.

Prometheus, who was intoxicated in the gentleness, narrowed his eyes and showed a playful smile: "That's it."

"Oh, what's going on?" A blonde girl asked curiously.

"In terms of duels, how could that kid 'Silver Snake' be better than Jetis? He still knows me as well as before."

The girl suddenly realized.The audience has not yet realized that this game has changed from "see who blinks first" to "see who can win the duel", and it is Jetis himself who guides all this.

"I can make a lot of money this time!" Prometheus stretched and said with a smile.Since Jetis' ratio is much higher, many members of "Silver Snake" bet on him; while members of "Dark Bones" are well aware of the evil intentions of the leader, so they never bet on their own games to avoid being caught. Accidental injury... There are quite a lot of such situations.

On the other side, Margaret anxiously pushed Krum's arm, and glanced at the two people who were going to the open space outside the hall for a duel: "Hey, why don't you stop it?"

"How to stop it? Others will think that we are afraid of 'dark bone', which is more embarrassing than losing." Krum was expressionless.

"Oh, how angry! This guy Prometheus took advantage of us again..."

"I bet on Polyasser," Krum said suddenly.

"Huh? I said Krum, which side are you on? How could you vote for Polyasser!" Margaret was furious.

"Do you think he can win?"

"Uh……"

"It's better to make some money."

"Do you think he will lose if he stares?" Margaret rolled her eyes.

"If the opponent is Jetis, he has little chance of winning." Krum's words were still objective and straightforward, which made people vomit blood.

"So we're just going to let them make money?"

"...I'm afraid it's more than just making money."

It was late when Harry and the others reached Durmstrang, and the black castle was brightly lit.The moonlight streams down on the vast muddy ground, and the silver surface reflects the cloud river.

The headmaster of Durmstrang, Karkaroff, and several tall men had already stood in front of the square to greet them. Professor Dumbledore smiled and led them forward, chatting harmoniously with Karkaroff along the way.

"I heard that Karkaroff used to be a Death Eater..." whispered Ravenclaw champion Aki.

"Hey, don't talk nonsense!" Angelina quickly stopped her and made a silent gesture.

"What are they doing?" Hermione frowned and looked not far away, there was a large group of students around, they seemed to be watching the battle, and from the gaps in the crowd could see the constantly flickering magic lights.

"Oh, that's two students dueling... This group of kids never stops." Karkaroff shook his head, his expression a bit ugly.

"It's a good thing to be alive." Professor Dumbledore didn't care, "Are Olim and the others here yet?"

"Not yet, but it will be here soon."

Harry and the others squeezed into the crowd enthusiastically, and the surrounding students saw them get out of the way one after another, bowing their heads and discussing.

Standing in the center of the crowd were two boys, one of whom Harry knew was Polyather.But at this moment, he looked extremely embarrassed, with several holes in his robe, and a bloodstain at the corner of his slender eyes, his eyes were serious.

"Admit defeat, Polyasser. If the magic front Wuying went up a little further, one of your eyes would have been lost. Jetis has already shown mercy." The two were in a stalemate, and Crewe Tom sighed and came to persuade.

"Ah... Really." Polyaser touched the corner of his eyes, looked at the blood on his hands, and curled his lips, "Okay, if you admit defeat, you will admit defeat."

Jetis didn't say anything, but gave a knight salute solidly: "Accepted."

"Then it's time to collect the money?" A jumping voice came straight in, and Harry saw an extremely cute boy squeezed into the circle, standing next to Jetis, with an evil smile on his face.

"Hmph...that's disgusting!" Some students with "Silver Snake" badges on their arms unconvincedly took out money from their pockets and handed it to the boy, while some students who didn't bring any money registered with a strong man name and class.

Several boys wanted to sneak away, but Jetis directly stopped them.He looked at them expressionlessly, his eyes so calm that they couldn't help but take a step back, so they had to walk back obediently.

The author has something to say: I haven’t saved any manuscripts, and I’ve lost a single word_(:з」∠)_, so maybe I’ll stop tomorrow...

☆, gambling

Harry stared dumbfounded, thinking that the school didn't even ban gambling.He swept his eyes and saw Draco walking towards them.He also wears a crimson robe with a "Silver Serpent" symbol on his arm.

"Long time no see, Harry, Hermione." Draco looked calmer than the last time we met in the World Cup. He seemed to have restrained his sharpness and settled down deep in his heart.He held out his hand gracefully towards them.

"Long time no see, Draco." Harry deliberately grabbed Hermione's hand before Draco frowned, "You must have made a lot of money here, right?"

"Huh?" Draco didn't realize his topic jump all of a sudden.

"Your school can gamble, with your financial resources..."

"Even with his financial resources, if he bets against Prometheus, he will definitely lose it in less than a month." A light voice sounded from behind, Harry and Hermione turned around, and Bobby, who had just finished the duel, Liasher was standing in front of them, smiling.

"Not long after Draco arrived in Durmstrang, he discovered that there was actually an underground gambling city opened by the students themselves." Polyasser patted Draco on the back while exposing his old background, " Then he felt that he had a lot of money and decided to go in and try his hand—”

"I don't feel like I'm rich—"

"Oh, so who directly asked for the highest bet?"

Draco was instantly deflated, but still tried to argue, "That's because they provoked me..."

"Do you think it's an honor to be hit by the enemy's aggressive attack?" Polyasser glanced at him coldly.He saw that Draco was still a little unconvinced, so he folded his hands and pouted: "Okay, okay, then tell me how they angered you?"

Draco took a deep breath, and slowly said word by word: "He told me, you shouldn't come here. A rookie like you who has never played at first glance will lose a game casually." , And then I dare not come. And you will definitely only start playing from the lowest level, but we have no one to play with you here. We only have masters here."

Harry and Hermione fell silent.

Polyaser shrugged and touched his nose: "That's it? Then you bet three thousand galleons and lost all your pocket money for a month?"

"Three thousand gold Galleons?!"

Draco tilted his head in shame, already afraid to face his old classmates.

"This is the most suitable maximum amount that they have concluded from the pocket money survey of all the students in the school. It is specially used to cheat people with a lot of money... Not talking about you, Draco, I know you are just young and ignorant." Polyasser patted him on the shoulder to express his comfort, but the expression on his face was clearly different, "But it's not your fault, I think they have been planning to get money from you since you entered school. A handful of oil and water."

"What?" Draco turned around in surprise.

"You seem to have said that someone handed out leaflets to you on the first day you came in..." Polyasser looked thoughtful.

"Yes, I saw that casino on the flyer."

"Is the guy who handed you the flyer in a gown with a Halloween costume showing only his eyes and is short?"

"Uh, how do you know..."

"That's Prometheus in disguise." Polyaser calmly revealed the answer.

"...He's sick!" Draco finally broke out, with a look of indignation, "As the leader of an organization, he actually sent me leaflets himself?!"

Harry and Hermione slander: Is that the point?

"Of course he approached you because he thought it would be profitable for you, but he really doesn't want to be a leader." Polyaser was also quite speechless when he mentioned this person, "Prometheus never played cards according to common sense, as' The leader of the dark bones, he seems to care more about money than the organization... But I heard that most of the money he earned is used to organize group cross-border travel activities and buy clothes for the girls in the ceremonial group..."Dark bones" treatment It’s still very good, oops, I kind of want to go when I think about it.”

Draco felt that this discussion of betraying the organization could not go on any longer, so he changed the subject without leaving a trace, and led them into the hall.

The Hogwarts delegation had just taken the seats prepared for them when Beauxbaton's delegation arrived.They descended from the sky in a huge powder-blue ornate carriage, pulled by twelve silver-maned horses, and lit with brightly colored light bulbs, like a big Halloween pumpkin with a lighted interior.

Olim Maxim, Beauxbaton's headmaster, was a tall, handsome woman with watery black eyes and a straight, pointed nose, dressed in a sleek black satin dress.

The students following her were all around seventeen or eighteen years old. They all wore delicate warm-colored silk robes, and none of them wore cloaks.A few boys and girls covered their heads with headscarves or scarves and looked around warily.

"Long time no see, Olim." Karkaroff held out his hand to her with a smile on his face.

"Long time no see, Karkaroff." Madame Maxime shook hands with him, then turned to Dumbledore, "Oh, Dumbledore, you still haven't changed at all."

"You are getting more and more beautiful." Dumbledore blinked.

"You're still so good at talking." Madam Maxime smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes, "By the way, Karkaroff, where is our carriage parked?"

"There is a large open space behind the castle for you." Karkaroff's voice was mellow and sweet, and his teeth were a little yellow. "Your carriage can be put together with Hogwarts'."

"Oh, that would be great. But our horses are a bit big..."

"Madam Maxim, we are willing to take care of them for you." A sharp and childish voice sounded, and Madam Maxim showed a little surprise. Prometheus stood up from his seat and walked in front of her.Different from his usual quick-wittedness, he was extraordinarily polite at this time, with a gentle smile on his face.

Draco watched Prometheus talking freely with Madame Maxime, narrowing his gray eyes: "He also raises horses?"

"I don't know. I said he has been playing cards out of common sense." Polyasser shrugged.

"He's been looking at her." A voice suddenly appeared in his mind, Draco's hands trembled, and he subconsciously asked, "Who?"

But the deep voice did not speak again.Draco quickly realized that he looked at Harry and found that he was listening to Madame Maxime and Prometheus discussing how to raise horses with great interest...

"Master, don't you really need me to return the locket?" Draco's face was dark.He didn't want to talk to these two people anymore, even if he showed affection, he insisted on making him an audience... He really didn't want to listen to it at all!

"No need. I'll let him come to me by himself." A certain Dark Lord said arrogantly.

Draco decided to temporarily block Riddle.In fact, he felt that he still respected and admired his master back then, but now... well, he still admires him, but he doesn't have that sense of fear at all.

In the final analysis, the master is just an ordinary person who can cry and laugh, get frustrated and sad, and like people.

Bored after listening to Madame Maxime's conversation with Prometheus for a while, Harry quietly looked in Draco's direction, who seemed to be looking at Hermione.He knew that Draco had countless opportunities to hand over the locket to him just now, but he didn't do it, which can only mean-Riddle didn't let him do it.

This kind of speculation made Harry feel uncomfortable inside. Would he rather stay with Draco?Harry looked at Draco a little strangely.

Since he didn't want to come back, he wouldn't force him either.Harry thought to himself, even though he was the fault of that incident, he couldn't be said to be completely innocent, could he?What's more, Riddle later... also did that kind of thing to him!

Thinking of this, he remembered that weird dream again, and his face flushed suddenly.He gave Draco a nasty look, who happened to look over and gave him a puzzled look, which embarrassed Harry so much that he turned away from him.

"...What's wrong with him?" The innocent boy who was stared at inexplicably asked the soul in a certain locket.

"It's nothing, he's just shy."

Draco: "??? I don't really understand the communication between you."

The dinner party soon began, and a variety of exotic dishes appeared on the table.Harry was served a plate of steak and kidney pudding and bouillabaisse, which he tasted and was quite delicious.

"Excuse me, do you still want to eat this bowl of borscht?" A slender female voice sounded above his head. Harry raised his head, and it was a girl from Beauxbatons who was speaking.At this time, she had put down the scarf covering her face, revealing a cascade of shiny silver hair and blue eyes.

"Okay, you take it." Harry pushed the bowl to her.

"Have you stopped eating?" She asked with a smile.

"Well, don't eat."

The Beauxbatons girl smiled at him, and Harry's mind went blank for a moment, and he stared at her in a daze. He didn't come back until Hermione patted him on the shoulder.

"That girl should have Veela blood," she said.

"I said so." Harry breathed a sigh of relief.He noticed that when the Beauxbaton girl walked by, the boys around turned around and stared at her, and some of them seemed to be unable to speak.

On the other hand, when Draco saw the girl walking towards Harry's table, he knew that something was wrong, and as expected, Riddle's voice sounded in his mind again——

"...I will kill him when I go back."

Draco: "...Master, do you know that your character design has collapsed?"

The author has something to say: Resume updates from today Σ

☆, grove

After the dinner, Karkaroff introduced the other two judges of the Triwizard Tournament and announced that the champion would be chosen by the Goblet of Fire.

"Every student who wants to participate can write his or her name and school name on parchment and put it into the Goblet of Fire. The Goblet of Fire will select the one it thinks best represents the three schools tomorrow night, which is Halloween night. Three warriors. Whoever puts his or her name into the cup actually forms a magical contract that must be obeyed. The warriors who are selected must participate in the competition and must not quit halfway, so students who want to participate in the competition, please consider carefully." Karkaroff said loudly, raising the wooden goblet full of blue and white flames in his hand, "This goblet of flame will be placed in the hall tonight, and all students can get close to it. In order to prevent underage students from being unable to resist the temptation , we will put an age line next to it, and all underage students cannot cross this line."

There was a lot of discussion in the hall, and all the students were discussing the competition rules.Some Durmstrang students had already stood up and walked out, while others looked at the humble Goblet of Fire reluctantly.

"Principal, where do we live at night?" Ai Qi asked.

"Karkaroff has vacated some clean and empty bedrooms for us to live in. Someone will take you there later." Dumbledore replied.

Harry had already seen the Durmstrang students who had come to greet them, and he wasn't really surprised—Draco, Jetis, Margaret, and Audrey walked towards them, all four doing Made a polite "please" gesture.

The male and female dormitories are not in the same building, but they are not far away.After Margaret and Audrey separated from them with a few girls, Harry, Cedric and the Slytherin boy followed Draco and Jetis to move on.

It was late at night, and the sparse poplar trees on both sides cast deep black shadows.None of the five spoke, only the whistling of the wind lingered.

Draco, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped and turned around, his expression was a little stiff.Jetis also stopped in his tracks, doubts clearly written on his paralyzed face.

"I have something to say to Harry, you take them to the dormitory first." Draco said with some difficulty.

Jiedis really frowned: "This is not in line with the regulations. The principal asked us to take them back to the dormitory as soon as possible to avoid any trouble. Is there anything we can't talk about next time?"

"Sorry, it's really urgent. I am responsible for the consequences alone, and I won't implicate you." Draco said with a strong smile.

"It's not a question of who is responsible, it's about the credibility and reputation of our Durmstrang." Jetis insisted and refused to accommodate.

Draco still maintained his demeanor on the surface, but he had scolded Jetis thousands of times in his heart.He thought that everyone said that Jetis, who followed chivalry, had the most stubborn temper, and it was as expected.He was thinking about how to persuade him when Harry suddenly spoke:

"It's okay, I think Draco does have something to tell me. He was also a student at Hogwarts before, we are friends, and he won't hurt me."

Jetis stared at him gravely with dark green eyes, and finally nodded reluctantly.Now that the other party has said so, he has no position to force it.

Draco breathed a sigh of relief and nodded at Harry.Harry followed him to a nearby grove, unaware that he had been taken into a secluded place where no one was there.

When Draco suddenly offered to speak to him alone, he realized that he might be returning the locket.Although the timing was poor, he didn't doubt it.

Draco stopped and turned around.The expression on his face was still stiff.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked suspiciously, "Draco, do you want to return the locket to me?"

Draco shook his head slowly, took a deep breath, and said dryly, "Harry... close your eyes."

"what?"

"Although this request sounds rude, I can't help it... just help me and close your eyes." Draco finished the sentence with some difficulty, and remained silent.The deep purple-blue tree shadow fell on his pale face, which was particularly deep and gloomy, as if putting on him a Gothic smoky makeup.

The corner of Harry's eye twitched. It was too dangerous a request to close his eyes.But Draco probably wouldn't do anything to him, would he...?He put one hand in his pocket to grab his wand, and Draco looked like he was about to cry.

What, it seems that I am bullying him.Harry was a little speechless, but still closed his eyes, making up his mind to draw out his wand if something went wrong.

Harry felt a gust of wind blow past his ear, and then something soft hit his lips firmly, and before he could react, the tip of his tongue had already stuck in.

"Wh... woo!" His back was pushed against a tree, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.One cold hand covered his eyes, while the other held his right wrist and twisted it behind him.

The darkness of vision made touch more sensitive, and Harry could clearly feel the flexible tip of his tongue brushing his gums, curling his tongue and sucking hard.He changed the angle and kept going deeper, no matter how hard Harry tried to escape, he would always catch up to him, followed by an even more angry kiss...

In the dark and quiet woods, the light and shadow slant, the night wind blows the leaves and shakes, the moon sometimes lingers in the gaps, but is blocked by thick clouds and disappears.

Harry was so weak from the kiss that he could barely hold on. He stretched out his free left hand to grab the tree trunk behind him. The man wrapped his arms around his waist and hugged him directly into his arms, pressing the back of his head and kissing him all the way cheeks, neck.

The hands covering his eyes were finally loosened, and Harry quickly opened his eyes, but it was still pitch black.

"What spell did you cast?!" He roared out, and the person who was sucking and kissing his chin stopped, ignoring his words.

"Tom Riddle! Don't go too far!" Harry said through gritted teeth. He reached out to draw his wand, but he grabbed his wrist, slid his cold fingers down his chest, and began to undo his robes.

"You--" Harry was startled and angry, almost swearing, he didn't think he was here...? !

Not far away, a Durmstrang student stood with his back against a tree, his hands over his ears.Draco said that he kind of wanted to cast the earplug spell, but he was kind of curious...although that kind of curiosity could have dire consequences for him.

He quietly turned his head and looked back, but he couldn't see the figures of the two people, and he couldn't help but turn pale with shock.But he soon discovered that they had just changed positions—Harry was pressed to the ground by Riddle, his clothes were in a mess, and the clothes he tore off were scattered beside him.He seemed to be yelling something angrily, but was quickly blocked, and only the ambiguous sound of lips rubbing could be heard.

...he shouldn't be curious.Draco wanted to leave now, watching it live was still too exciting for him.But he couldn't leave, because he was still carrying a locket, and the spirit body in the horcrux could not be too far away from the horcrux.

Wait a minute, now is not the time to think about this.Does the master want to give Harry to...?Draco was freaking out, he thought what he said at the dinner party was a joke!

But he didn't seem to have seen the master joke.

God, he's not going to spend the night in the woods, is he? !

The author has something to say: Draco: Please make up quickly

The plot in the later stage (Part IV) may be a bit dark Σ

☆, rumors

For the two of them, the touch of reality is far more intoxicating than that of dreams, no matter how you look at it.

Harry couldn't remember what happened afterwards... No, how could he not remember, it was vivid, but he really didn't want to think about it.He couldn't believe that Riddle actually dared to do such a thing, completely disregarding his wishes - it seemed that he really didn't take his thoughts into account in such a matter.

But what annoyed him the most was that he flashed when he was done!people!up!No explanation at all!Harry was ashamed and annoyed, trembling with anger, how could there be such a bad person!

"...Harry." A boy staggered up to him, and he hugged his shoulders, seemingly frozen.

"Draco...? Why—you—" Harry couldn't even utter a complete sentence, he stood up unsteadily, and pointed at him, "Say, are you still my friend? Help him do this?!"

Draco's lips trembled from the cold, and his expression was extremely helpless: "I don't want to, but do you think I can resist him?"

"But you can't do that either, which side are you on!"

"...Aren't you on one side? Let's put it this way, please don't fight any more, and resolve any conflicts as soon as possible, otherwise I will be very uncomfortable being caught in the middle. You see, it's early in the morning, and the dormitory can't even enter Go..." Draco looked at him in confusion, "Why don't you look cold at all..."

Harry: "...so where are we going tonight?"

"Hmm... to stay in a guest room in the underground casino for one night? Actually, after I lost money that time, they gave me a VIP card..." Draco thought for a while and said.

"...Draco, you've learned badly."

Harry took a step outside, his feet went limp, and he almost fell.Draco quickly grabbed him.

"Can you still go, Harry? Do you want me to carry you over..." Harry seemed to faintly see the corner of his mouth raised.

"No need at all!"

Finally, they came to the guest room of the underground casino.Harry didn't expect that at this late hour, there were still people sitting at the large square gaming table with a few cards in their hands, as if they were going to gamble all night.

As they entered, a lanky boy stood up and walked towards them.

"We just want to book a room to sleep, not to participate in gambling." Draco explained, handing out his VIP card.

The boy gave them both a strange look, especially at the scar on Harry's forehead for a while, but finally led the way without saying anything.

"I think he seems to have misunderstood something." Harry yawned.

"The professionalism of the staff here is very good, and they won't talk nonsense." Draco also looked extremely sleepy.

However, the next day there were rumors that the savior of Hogwarts and a member of the "Silver Snake" spent a good night together in the underground casino.

But this matter did not attract too much attention from everyone, because everyone was paying close attention to the grand registration of the Triwizard Tournament.

Since the Goblet of Fire was placed in the auditorium, and the auditorium was very close to the cafeteria, almost every student who came to eat would deliberately detour to the auditorium to have a look, even if he did not sign up, he would pretend to have a few profound discussions.

Many adult students of Durmstrang carefully cast the parchment with their own names on it, screaming and cheering as if they had accomplished a feat, and rushed out of the auditorium to greet the ridicule and hugs of the onlookers.

Harry looked at them curiously, while Draco showed a disdainful expression: "These stragglers are just here to make up the number."

"Ok?"

"The really powerful people haven't made a move yet. Oh right, I didn't tell you before, 'Silver Snake' and 'Dark Bone' are betting on which organization Durmstrang's warriors will appear in. This bet The market was opened the day before yesterday, and more than 500 people have already placed bets."

"...Does your dad know that you are gambling when you talk now?"

"...I'm going to class." Draco stood up and put on his schoolbag.

So Harry wandered around the Durmstrang campus alone.Durmstrang has beautiful scenery, and you can see the rolling and magnificent snow-capped mountains all around. The bright sky covers the vast coniferous forests, and the quiet lake is like a mirror, reflecting the blue sky and large groups of flocculent white clouds.

Durmstrang students who are not in class can often be seen walking and stopping in the long and narrow path, chatting happily.

etc.