Chapter 507: Three Power Competition
After listening for a while, Hermione stood up and tiptoed to the compartment door.
She closed the door gently to keep Malfoy's voice out.
"He thinks Durmstrang would suit him better?" said Hermione angrily. "I wish he'd gone to school there sooner, so we wouldn't have to put up with him."
"Krum is also Durmstrang's, as I recall!" said Ron. "I've checked the information."
"What, Krum is there too?!" Harry looked a little surprised, "But Sirius said before that that school has a bad reputation..."
"To be precise, it's terrible!" Hermione snorted contemptuously, "According to the "European Magic Education Evaluation", this school attaches great importance to black magic, and many dark wizards graduated from there .”
Of course, Durmstrang's tolerance for the dark arts is also within certain limits.
If dark wizards like Grindelwald and Voldemort do appear, they will also take measures to deal with them.
Historically, Grindelwald was fired by Durmstrang.
Because they couldn't tolerate his messy, increasingly sinister studies of the dark arts any longer.
"But Krum looks good, by the way, where is that school?" Ron asked. "What country?"
"In a certain area in Northern Europe, according to my guess, it should be near the Scandinavian peninsula!" Aiwen said, "I have read the description of the surrounding scenery of their school, which is very suitable for the Scandinavian peninsula environment. It is the largest peninsula in Europe and the highest place, with vast snow-covered forests, boundless snowfields and glaciers, and polar night starry sky.”
"Aiwen, you are amazing, you can deduce so much information." Hermione exclaimed, "I just guessed that Durmslang is probably far to the north, a very cold place, because their school uniforms also include Fur cloak."
"That sounds good, imagine what happens!" said Ron fascinated. "It probably wouldn't be too hard to push Malfoy off the glacier like an accident. What a pity, His mother loves him so much..."
"You'd better mind your own business, Weasley!"
Before Ron could finish his sentence, he saw Draco Malfoy appearing at the door.
Behind him stood Crabbe and Goyle, his besties, menacingly large and menacing.
They both seem to have grown at least another foot this summer, which is incredible.
Apparently, they had overheard the conversation through the compartment door.
"Get out, Malfoy, we didn't invite you in," Harry said coldly.
Malfoy ignored him, he glanced at Ivan who was sitting by the window in fear, and his eyes fell on Ron again.
What Ron said just now obviously made Malfoy very angry, and he was not going to leave just like that.
"Weasley, what's that?" he asked, pointing to the pig's cage.
There, one sleeve of Ron's dress robe hangs from the cage.
As the train swayed non-stop, the moldy lace on the cuffs was very conspicuous.
Ron tried to hide the robe, but Malfoy was faster than him, grabbed the sleeve and pulled hard.
"Look at this!" Malfoy was overjoyed, and held up Ron's robes to show Crabbe and Goyle, "Weasley, don't you want to wear clothes like this, I mean, they were in the eighteenth century." It was still very fashionable around the 1990s...”
"Go eat shit, Malfoy!" Ron blushed the same color as the dress robe, and snatched the robe from Malfoy's hand.
Malfoy let out a series of high-pitched jeers, and Crabbe and Goyle smirked too, their voices harsh and harsh.
"Why, you want to participate too, Weasley? You also want to try your hand and add glory to your family? You know, it has something to do with money. If you win, you can buy a few A decent robe..."
"What are you talking about?" Ron asked angrily.
"Would you like to go?" Malfoy repeated, looking at Harry, who was also glaring at him. "I suppose you would, Potter? You never miss a chance to show off, do you?"
"Either explain what you said, or walk away, Malfoy," said Hermione impatiently, looking up from Standard Spells, Level 4.
A smile of delight flitted across Malfoy's pale face at Hermione's words.
"Don't you know?" he said cheerfully. "Weasley, your father and your brother both work in the Ministry of Magic, and you don't know? My goodness, my father told me a long time ago. Conline Fudge said. Anyway, Dad is in contact with high-level figures in the Ministry of Magic. Maybe your dad is too low-level to have the right to know, Weasley, yes, it is true, they probably never talk about important things in front of him. topic of......"
"Of course we know about the Triwizard Tournament!" Ivan interrupted him, "And we also plan to participate and become Hogwarts warriors. If you have any opinions on this, you can raise it."
Hearing Ivan's words, the joyful expression on Malfoy's face stopped abruptly, looking a little funny.
He took a step back, with a look of astonishment, as if he had just discovered that Ivan was here.
Regarding Ivan's words, Malfoy naturally didn't dare to have any opinions.
Whether it is the experience of last semester or the terrifying, powerful and shocking images of the World Cup, they are all frozen in his mind and will never be forgotten.
He gestured to Crabbe and Goyle, and all three disappeared in dismay.
Ron stood up and slammed the cubicle door so hard that the glass shattered.
"Ron!" Hermione scolded, pulling out her wand and muttering, "Restored!"
The pieces of broken glass automatically assembled into a complete piece of glass and returned to the door frame.
"I've had enough of him!" Ron said angrily. "Whatever his dad has come into contact with is high-level figures in the Ministry of Magic. My dad can be promoted at any time, he just likes where he is now..."
"You don't need to be emotionally affected by Malfoy's words, it's not worth it!" Harry said.
"He! Affects my emotions! No way!" Ron said angrily.
He picked up a sandwich Mrs Weasley had made and slushed it into a puree.
"Okay, Ivan, what exactly is the Triwizard Tournament you just mentioned?" Hermione turned to look at Ivan, "Is this what they have been talking about?! I really want to listen there said..."
Harry and Ron also concentrated, looking at Ivan curiously. (To be continued.)