Chapter 148

"... Victor Krum."

The Bulgarian team's excellent seeker is sleeping in the team's temporary camp. To tell the truth, he doesn't sleep well, but at least he fell asleep now.

Who knows, he seemed to hear someone calling him.

"Victor Krum!"

Yes, someone was calling him, and Krum woke up.

"Who? Who's there?" he felt his wand under his pillow and pointed forward. "The fluorescence flickered."

Suddenly, the tent lit up. But the next moment, he couldn't help shrinking back.

"You are -"

"Hello, it's really impolite to disturb late at night... But who told me to do something!" the comer leaned politely and saluted him. "I'm Marca McLean. Don't you remember me?"

Krum tightened his wand, but his palm was still wet with sweat.

"... what can I do for you?" Krum said gloomily, frowning.

"I know you are a student of demstrom. In fact, I know him with your headmaster - you know, Mr. kakarov. As you can see, I have left Hogwarts. I think I need to talk to Mr. kakarov about admission."

"You made such a fuss on the court today, how could the headmaster agree -"

"Don't worry," Maka explained patiently. "I'll talk to Mr. kakarov about the details. I just need you to show me the way."

"That's impossible!" Krum shook his head. "We demstrom do have a high tolerance for black magic, but that's relatively speaking - we can't accept a dangerous person who disrupts world-class events."

"So..." said Marca, and a green light suddenly lit up on his wand. "What if I threaten you with death?"

No matter how old Krum is, he's a little flustered. Not everyone can be calm about the curse of death.

However, his eyes just flustered for a moment, and then calmed down again.

"You won't kill me," he said firmly.

Maka looked at him with great interest for a moment and couldn't help nodding at Krum. "You're smart - at least smarter than those students in Hogwarts, but you're still not smart enough..."

He put away his wand and then said, "your firm tone will easily annoy those who threaten you, which can't be ignored in the future."

Krum stared at Maka for a moment, his eyes flickering.

To say Krum, he actually hated those evil black wizards, because his grandfather died at the hands of the first generation of Dark Lord Garrett greenward.

However, most of the families who have been enrolled in demstrom College for generations have a very tolerant attitude towards black magic. Their judgment criteria are always in their own hands.

At the moment, Maka standing in front of him has great power and can even get away from the most famous men in the contemporary era. With such a strength, he was able to save a British Ministry of magic employee who was in opposition to him in his death eating unarmed hands.

In Krum's view, this is a real "Wizard" who adheres to his principles.

People born in demstrom always have respect for the strong who abide by principles. They don't judge a person by appearances - at least Krum is such a typical person.

After a while, he said, "at least, no threat is easier than a soul snatching curse... I can take you to the headmaster. I can see what he will say in the future. I can't know. You'd better be prepared."

"Of course, as I said just now, you just need to take the way." Maka nodded. "You know, every school has added secret magic. I can't find a place by myself."

The next morning, the Bulgarian team members were surprised by Maka's appearance, but under Krum's introduction, although they were still skeptical, they did not show a very exclusive attitude.

"Demstrom's idea is really very different from Hogwarts. This school treats magic, perhaps closer to ancient wizards." Maka thought to herself while greeting others, "it can't say who is good or bad. It can be said to be backward or pure..."

"Let me see, maybe I prefer this kind of school - after all, it's more like a 'wizard'."

With Maka's deliberate evasion, he didn't meet the manager of the Bulgarian team and the people of the Bulgarian Ministry of magic all the way.

After a few days of sailing, he and Krum came to Burgas, a coastal city in Bulgaria.

Before long, the school day came.

"This way."

According to Krum, every school and holiday at demstrom college will be picked up by a magic ship, the change, which is made according to the characteristics of the ghost ship.

And because the number of students at demstrom college is not very large, but it is widely distributed, there will be several stops for the change.

One of the stops is on the Black Sea coast of Bulgaria.

"Just wait here. The change has its own Muggle expulsion spell. Don't worry about the Muggles around."

It's already late at night. Bulgaria is the last stop of the change. After receiving the last batch of students here, they should go straight to the seat of demstrom college.

Krum was talking, and the Muggles seemed to think of something important. They were scattered and left quickly. However, more people stayed.

Obviously, they are all demstrom's students in Bulgaria.

Just then, somewhere in the Black Sea, the sea was boiling, and it seemed that someone was about to rise from under the sea. The waves became rough. Even if they were far away, the waves soon pushed to the beach and beat on the beach.

Then, a big vortex suddenly appeared on the sea, and several long, dark masts suddenly stabbed out of it, followed by sails and rigging

Finally, the first half of the change rushed out of the sea with great momentum, and fell heavily on the sea, stirring up higher waves.

In the moonlight, the wet side of the ship reflected light faintly.

It looked very strange, like a skeleton, as if it was the remains of a sunken ship just salvaged. The porthole glittered with a dim and foggy light, looking like the eyes of a ghost.

"Although I don't know what you said in your letter to the headmaster, so that he quickly agreed to your admission request, I have to state again -" Krum said seriously, "please don't do anything to affect demstrom's order, because this is a good school - at least I think so."

After a few days together, Krum increasingly affirmed his judgment.

In his opinion, although Maka is more serious than him - he hasn't even seen Maka make any expression - Maka is undoubtedly a low-key and quiet person.

"Don't you have a broom? Do you need me to take you aboard?" Krum asked. "Although there are small boats, we usually use brooms or anything else when we're not new."

Maka looked around and drew out her wand.

"Float off."

A piece of rotten wood pushed to the shore by the waves rose into the air and floated to his feet under Maka's control. Marca put out her foot, stepped on it, and then stood up directly.

With a wave of the wand, the rotten wood flew into mid air with Maka.

"Come on, Krum!" he controlled the rotten wooden stake under his feet and flew slowly to the change.

"Maybe, sometimes it's not so low-key..." Krum shook his head reluctantly. "I remember grandpa said to believe his judgment... I hope I didn't see the wrong person!"

He said, leaping his fire crossbow and arrow, and rushed to Maka.

Looking at Maka's slow appearance, Krum admired it and couldn't help feeling weak.

"How do you control so accurately?" he asked after Marca, unable to help himself. "I've tried several times, but once the caster stands on the object controlled by the floating spell, it becomes very difficult to control."

"That's because the magic spell has an impact on the regular magic flow released by the object and the magic flowing in your body. If you want to eliminate the interference, you have to learn to control part of the object, not all."

Just then, Maka pointed to the place where he stepped on the rotten wooden stake, "look, as long as you consciously don't control it, it will play a role of isolation."

Krum looked at Maka's feet in surprise. Although he understood every word of Maka - after all, demstrom's unified language was English - these words combined into a very complex magic principle.

And

"'magic '... What is it?" Krum said stupidly.

"I thought demstrom might have some research. After all, you are relatively close to ancient wizards... This is an important knowledge in ancient times, but it can't be explained in a word or two. Let's talk to you another day!" Maka said, pointing to the front. "It's time for us to board the ship."

Maka's appearance is a little too cool. Fortunately, there are not many students on the deck. Most of the students are in the cabin!

"Hello, everyone. I'm Marca McLean, a new student transferred to demstrom this year." Marca waved her wand and threw the rotten wood back into the sea. "I hope we can get along well in the next days."

On the deck, several students stared at him with their mouths half open. They didn't know what to say.