Durmstrang, this school is famous.
It's a school that refuses to admit Muggle students and allows students to practice Dark Magic.
This school is also Gellert's alma mater, but because Gellert caused a bit of trouble at school, he was expelled.
Rumor has it that he showed extraordinary magical talent at a young age. However, Grindelwald didn't spend his energy pursuing honors and awards; instead, he delved into Dark Magic. At sixteen, he was expelled for conducting "forbidden experiments" and "attacking fellow students almost fatally."
Of course, Gellert himself has always denied this, but as everyone knows—what's denied is often true.
After being expelled, he came to the United Kingdom and established a close and romantic relationship with the young Albus Dumbledore. They planned to find the Deathly Hallows and lead a wizarding revolution to break the International Confidentiality Law, establishing a global hierarchy led by wise and powerful wizards to rule over Muggles.
Of course, things after that weren't so romantic.
"You actually thought about going to Durmstrang?!" Ron asked in shock, then said in relief, "Makes sense, given you're Malfoy, being interested in Durmstrang is quite normal, it's a school that values pure blood ideology."
"Ha." Draco smirked as he spoke, "Though I say that, I now feel that Hogwarts is better..."
"Don't think Hogwarts is so bad anymore?" Ron asked with a sidelong glance; he remembered Draco criticizing Hogwarts a lot at the beginning of their first year.
It wasn't just Hogwarts that Draco criticized; he included Dumbledore as well.
Draco listened, lifted his chin, puffed out his chest, and proudly said:
"That was when I was naive; now I think Hogwarts is the best magic school in the world!"
Indeed, looking at him, you could tell he said that from the heart.
Seamus suddenly chimed in: "Rather than that, I'm actually more concerned about the World Cup matches—honestly, the British team's performance isn't ideal: England Team lost to Transylvania Team by 10 to 390, Scotland Team lost to Luxembourg Team, and Wales Team lost to Uganda Team."
That was a buzzkill, and hearing Seamus's words, the atmosphere around them dropped.
"It's alright." Ron perked up to comfort everyone, "At least we made it into the World Cup, right? It's better than those countries that didn't make it into the matches at all."
Of course, this had nothing to do with Sirius since Sirius's Quidditch team was pretty good, much better than the notoriously bad soccer team in future generations.
This has led to a strange phenomenon—whenever a foreigner talks with a normal Chinese person, if you criticize certain aspects of China, people will discuss with you rationally, presenting facts and reasoning—but if this foreigner criticizes the soccer team, even the most patriotic Chinese person will give you a thumbs up, complimenting your insight.
"I hope the Ministry of Magic is well prepared," Ron mumbled, "but I heard Percy is about to work in the Ministry, if my guess is right, he'll definitely be assigned to the Quidditch section..."
Everyone continued chatting and laughing about the Quidditch World Cup.
The holidays quietly approached, and the school has temporarily decided not to release grades.
No one knows what got into Dumbledore, but according to him—a happy vacation must be ensured for the upcoming once every four years Quidditch World Cup.
For this, the students all cheered, sincerely wishing the principal good health forever.
"Did you see Professor Snape's expression?" Ron said in a low voice, "My God, I really wonder how... well, it just feels like..."
"Like what?" Neville asked in a low voice when he saw Ron not finishing his sentence.
Ron glanced back, and after confirming no one was behind him, he boldly said: "Just like he hasn't pooped in centuries, all constipated and his face turning iron blue..."
"Well said, Ronald Weasley."
A greasy voice came from the seat across Ron, and he suddenly jolted to find sitting in front of him was...
The voice-distorting Little Sirius.
"To express appreciation for your insight, I've decided not to assign you any Defense Against the Dark Arts homework."
With that, Little Sirius picked up the pumpkin juice from the table and made a "cheers" gesture to Ron.
"You're just too..." Ron searched for a word for a long time before finally saying: "You're just too good, Professor Black."
"I've always understood how to meet students' needs, so the holiday assignments are always minimal."
Little Sirius winked at Ron, "After all, starting next semester, Lupin and I won't be teaching at Hogwarts anymore..."
"Why?!"
The biggest reaction came surprisingly not from Gryffindor, but from Ravenclaw.
The Ravenclaw girls looked as if they'd lost dear ones, clearly showing they simply didn't want Little Sirius to leave Hogwarts.
"Because of some issues," Little Sirius said leisurely, "I'm going to work at the Ministry of Magic, and Lupin... well, some anonymous parent reported to the Ministry that the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts is a werewolf, so he has to leave the position to seek other jobs."
"Why!" Hermione protested, "We all know Professor Lupin's character, yes, he's a werewolf, but he's gentle, a competent teacher—I don't understand why parents are harping on his identity as if he'd pounce on us any moment..."
"But that's reality, little girl." Little Sirius spread his hands helplessly: "Even though Dumbledore vouched repeatedly, the Ministry ultimately won't allow such things, so Moon Face had to resign; he doesn't want to make things difficult for Dumbledore either."
"Jesus, this..."
Hermione was almost in tears.
"If I were the Minister of Magic, I certainly wouldn't do this!" she said angrily.
"Then you need to become Minister of Magic first, Hermione," Ron added from the side.
Hermione said nothing but shot Ron a glare.
"Grab a bite." Little Sirius said merrily, reaching for a sandwich, "Parting is only temporary, maybe the next Defense Against the Dark Arts professor will be even better."
"But none will be liked as much as you..."
Hermione said, glancing at the Ravenclaw girls.
"None as liked by the girls as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."
"That's certainly so!"
Little Sirius had no false modesty, knowing full well he was popular among the female students.
But he wouldn't date students, his preferences were quite normal—preferably blonde with big curls.
Of course, mind the sentence structure.
"Don't leave, Professor Black, please?"
Ravenclaw girls were on the verge of tears, with some already quietly sobbing with their heads down.
"Parting is only for a better reunion, girls." Little Sirius said with a cheerful shrug.
At this moment, Dumbledore walked into the hall from outside.
In his hand, he held two oddly shaped objects, immediately catching the students' attention.