Chapter 30 Durmstrang's Invitation

Students of Durmstrang moved into Hogwarts. Because the black sailboat was destroyed, all teachers and students had to be arranged in the dungeon that had not been completely renovated.

On the day when the Kraken was so powerful, it was Principal Dippet who finally came out to greet Principal Pierre and his group with a fake smile.

Pierre was so depressed. He wanted to act cool, but he failed to act cool and was slapped in the face. Durmstrang was so embarrassed.

Since that day, Pierre seemed to have lost his memory. He never mentioned what happened that day, as if it had never happened.

Although he didn't say it, Pierre still felt upset about what happened that day, especially the boy riding a black monster that day, who left the deepest impression on him!

If it wasn't for the boy stopping the monster in the Black Lake, someone might have died.

Especially Will. If it wasn't for the boy stopping him, he might have been crushed to death by the monster in the Black Lake. If something happened to Will, the guys in the Far North Valhalla would definitely tear him to pieces with their hammers and axes!

Will was highly expected by Valhalla. After all, he was the first "Lord God"-level ancestral blood awakener in thousands of years. Most importantly, he was involved in the millennium plan of Valhalla. If something went wrong, the whole Durmstrang might be in trouble.

"Hey, Will is a talented child, but he is a fool..." Pierre stood at the door of the Hogwarts School Infirmary, listening to the noisy noise inside, and sighed helplessly.

Looking inside, I saw the young man named Will, who was still bandaged and swollen all over. However, even so, this guy was still clamoring to go to the Black Lake to fight the monster in the Black Lake.

Seven or eight burly men from Durmstrang kept blocking him, but their strength was not at the same level, and seven or eight people couldn't hold Will down.

Pierre shook his head and turned away helplessly. He had more important things to do today - poaching!

At the edge of the Black Lake, in front of an old crooked tree, Pierre paced back and forth anxiously, as if waiting for someone.

After a long time, a young man slowly walked over from the direction of the castle, followed by a fierce black dog. The dog was very big, almost 1.2 meters high when it stood on all fours, and more than 3 meters long, just like a ferocious beast.

"Professor Pierre, good morning, I heard you were looking for me?" Tom walked under the crooked tree and greeted Pierre politely.

Last night, Tom just returned to the common room when a senior from the fourth grade found him and said that Pierre, the principal of Durmstrang, asked him to meet under the crooked tree next to the Black Lake this morning.

Then the senior began to deliberately chat, nothing more than praising Durmstrang, saying that the school atmosphere was good, and the teaching was arranged with some very practical magic, which was much more practical than the flashy teaching of Hogwarts... blah blah...

Tom was a smart man, but he could hear some clues from the senior's tone. Was Durmstrang planning to poach people from Hogwarts? This was too blatant!

As for the senior, Tom still has some understanding. I heard that his hometown is in Denmark. He once went to Durmstrang for two school years. In the third grade, he transferred to Hogwarts because of his parents' job changes. No wonder he was chosen as a lobbyist...

Pierre looked at Tom with a smile and said softly: "Young man, you are very talented in magic. I won't beat around the bush. I want to invite you to transfer to Durmstrang..."

"Professor, I don't want to..."

Pierre interrupted Tom as he was speaking: "Don't rush to reject me. I will give you a reason that you can't refuse!"

Tom looked at Pierre in silence. Pierre continued: "I feel a very strong breath of black magic in you, which shows that you are very talented in magic. I have always felt that Hogwarts' teaching is too conservative. Although black magic has a certain risk of "alienation", after years of research, we have screened out a lot of powerful but not "alienation" risks. They are so-called black magic.

In my opinion, magic should not be limited to life or assistance. It is a power given by God. It will have its own mission. If... I mean if, it's not me forcing it. To raise magic to a sacred height, we are just considering a realistic problem!

If there is another ‘Ragnarok’, can the current magic still protect us? Can it still protect the world from the threat of ‘alienated ancient gods’ or ‘taboos’?

To be more realistic, you have also seen the technology of Muggles. In ten, fifty, or a hundred years, the power of Muggle technology will always surpass the current magic. If there is another ‘witch hunt’ like the Middle Ages, how should wizards deal with it? Should Muggles be allowed to slaughter wizards?

If the current teaching situation continues, one day all lethal magic will be banned and forgotten. At that time, wizards will be like warriors who have lost their weapons and armor, and they will face a group of fully armed enemies. All wizards will become fish on the sticky board, and that will be the end of the wizard era...”

Tom listened to Pierre's words seriously, and his brows frowned involuntarily.

"There is something wrong with the teaching at Hogwarts. At least in my opinion, it is not suitable for you! Geniuses like you should be the future of the wizarding world. Even if other mediocre wizards choose to be ordinary, geniuses like you cannot choose to be ordinary. , you should be the backbone of the wizarding world. If you cannot let others master powerful magic, you should at least let the very few geniuses in the wizarding world master that power!

Because even if only a small number of people master that kind of power, it is still a deterrent. You will be the future patron saint of the wizarding world! Geniuses cannot be mediocre. The existence of genius itself carries a mission. I heard that another good friend of yours comes from the mysterious country of China. There is a saying in China that 'I am born with talent and will be useful' (here Pierre You translate 'cai' as 'cai', specifically referring to genius). Genius has a genius' mission! I hope you can shoulder your mission, and Durmstrang is your best choice! "Pierre said impassionedly, with sincerity shining in his eyes.

Tom frowned and lowered his head to think. At this time, Tom was also very confused!

To be honest, Pierre's words made Tom very enthusiastic, and Pierre's theory was also recognized by Tom. He had also thought about the future of wizards. He had lived in Muggle society and had seen too many ugliness of Muggles. In terms of appearance, almost everyone talks about witches. They think wizards are evil. Whether they are Muggles or in movies, wizards are always evil villains.

Under such fixed thinking and prejudice, if Muggles rise in the future as Pierre said, then thousands of years of prejudice will inevitably lead to confrontation between Muggles and wizards. Will there really be a need for a patron saint by then?

There is also the threat from the ‘old world’. According to the information Tom knows, there will be a doomsday catastrophe in the future. Under such a catastrophe, can today’s wizards protect themselves? Can a group of guys who are in fifth grade and can't use the 'Disintegration Curse' and the 'Armor Protection Charm' really be able to deal with the catastrophe of the end of the world?

Seeing this, Pierre continued to speak: "As long as you are willing to come to Durmstrang, I promise to devote all the school's resources to you, and teach you all kinds of safe black magic, as well as those ancient forbidden spells. I won’t be stingy with the theory! And all your expenses before you turn 20 will be borne by the school!”

After saying this, Pierre looked at Tom expectantly, waiting for Tom's response, but what he got was silence.

After a long time, Tom slowly raised his head, stroked the two dogs and replied: "Professor Pierre, the reasons and conditions you gave are indeed difficult for me to refuse. After talking with you, I also found that I may be more suitable for Demster." Lang..."

Pierre was ecstatic at this time, but due to his identity, he could only suppress the ecstasy in his heart, and still pretended to look at Tom calmly.

"...Many of the things you mentioned are what I have thought about and what I am worried about. From the bottom of my heart, I really want to go to Durmstrang..." Tom said with a sincere face: "But it's a pity. Although Durmstrang suits me from any angle, I still have to refuse your offer!”

"Why?" Pierre was confused.

Tom stroked the two dogs and chuckled: "First of all, I have always regarded Hogwarts as my home. Here I have a sense of belonging to the same kind. This sense of belonging is magical, as if it can only be brought to me here. …

Secondly, the teachers here take good care of me. Professor Slughorn is never stingy with me. I can feel his care for me. The other teachers also make me feel like home!

Most importantly, I have friends here! Especially...hey, I can't leave them anymore! I can't imagine life without them. "

"Friends!? My child, you are still young. When you grow up, you will know that friends who you thought you would never want to be separated from or would never be separated from when you were a child will always drift apart in the days to come, isn't it? You did not hold each other back, but this world cannot live in innocence forever..." Pierre said earnestly, but was firmly interrupted by Tom.

"I understand what you said! Maybe I am too naive, but I have always believed in my heart that we will go on forever! If the world makes us drift apart, I will work harder to catch up, even if the whole world If he becomes our obstacle, I will not hesitate to be the enemy of the whole world for him! Maybe I am too idealistic. I hope that no matter what period of time in the future, he will always stand by my side! I can’t live without him!”

Tom said calmly, slowly climbed on the second dog's back, touched the dog's head to signal the second dog to go back, the second dog smiled innocently, swung its tail and walked towards the castle.

Pierre stood there for a long time, and finally sighed: "Silly boy~"