"Sorry, Professor William."

The door to the Dark Arts Defense and Application classroom swung open, and Vice Principal Gilbert stood at the entrance.

"May I have Roar come out for a moment?"

As soon as his voice fell, a group of young wizards in the classroom turned to look at him.

Professor William, who was standing at the podium demonstrating the Heart-Piercing Curse to the students, paused, raised his wand to dispel the spell, and temporarily let go of the mouse in the cage.

"Of course, oh—of course!"

He turned to look at David Roar, who was sitting in the front row, with a puzzled expression, and the young wizard returned the same confused look.

As Roar stood up and walked toward the classroom door, Professor William reminded him, "Make it quick, Roar; I’ll only explain the Heart-Piercing Curse once."

David Roar clearly didn’t want to miss this class, and his steps suddenly quickened.

"Professor Gilbert, you..."

"Follow me first, Mr. Roar."

Gilbert pressed his lips together and scrutinized him for a moment before turning and stepping into the corridor.

Roar felt somewhat puzzled but followed him nonetheless.

"Yule?!"

Just after rounding the corner of the staircase, he saw a familiar figure pacing anxiously at the door.

"Don't be so surprised, David."

The figure stopped in its tracks upon Roar's arrival, and with an effort to offer him a charming smile, said, "What if I came to find you for something good?"

Roar shook his head slightly, a look of skepticism on his face as he said, "I don’t think so."

After that, he turned to Professor Gilbert and introduced, "This is my uncle Yule."

"Thank you, we’ve met before."

Gilbert nodded slightly and looked at Yule, saying, "Mr. Roar, I think what follows..."

"Alright—alright—cough cough!"

Yule somewhat awkwardly adjusted his sleeves and looked at his frowning nephew, saying, "I’m afraid, David, we have to leave here first."

"Leave here? Where to?"

David glanced at Professor Gilbert, then asked his uncle, "I’m still in class."

Yule was at a loss. "In any case..."

"Sorry, Mr. Roar, I mean no offense," Professor Gilbert suddenly interjected. "Though you have this child’s father's letter, I must remind you..."

He paused, and with slightly stiff phrasing, added, "Frequent transfers are not good for his future."

"Of course! I completely agree with that viewpoint! Professor Gilbert."

Yule Roar politely nodded, saying, "Durmstrang has always been the most respected magical school in our Roar family."

"Well—"

Gilbert pursed his lips and gave him a look to ensure he understood his meaning before handing over the documents he held.

"Thank you, thank you, Professor Gilbert."

Yule accepted the documents while politely expressing his gratitude and even winked at his nephew.

Gilbert looked at David, reminding him, "I think you can go back and pack your things now, Roar. It’s unfortunate..."

"Sorry, I might need your help."

Yule glanced nervously at the door outside, pulling David's hand and pleading with Professor Gilbert, "Could you please send my nephew's luggage to this address? Thank you."

As he spoke, he handed a note to the professor and then hurriedly pulled David out.

"What’s going on? Why do I have to transfer schools, Yule?"

David glanced back at Professor Gilbert, who looked shocked, reminding him, "I have my final exams in a few days..."

"No time to explain, David!"

Yule anxiously scanned the surroundings, but before they could leave the castle, they noticed a few figures in black suits at the main entrance, confirming something with the guard.

"Go, quickly! Let’s use the back door!"

David was tightly pulled back into the castle, and as they passed by Professor Gilbert, they could still see the absurd expression on his stiff face.

Yule had no time to display his noble demeanor; he merely nodded and pulled David toward the back door.

"But..."

David, being dragged by his uncle, looked through the castle toward the classroom and emphasized, "I haven’t said goodbye to Shirley yet..."

"Who’s Shirley? Your little girlfriend?"

Yule asked, quickly navigating through the halls of Durmstrang while seeming to take an interest in this.

David stubbornly didn’t answer his question but turned back to ask, "What trouble have you gotten into this time?"

"Hahaha—!"

Yule seemed to think of something particularly amusing and suddenly laughed at his nephew's question.

At that moment, they had already exited the castle and were running toward the big lake.

"Faster, David! Even though the Swedish Aurors are just as arrogant as the French ones, I don’t want to have a bloody fight with them in a place like school."

"Thanks for remembering that this is a school!" David mocked as he ran, "I hope you haven’t forgotten that I’m still a student."

"Haha! What an exciting experience!"

Yule glanced back at the approaching Aurors while running; he had already heard the chaotic footsteps in the castle.

"This is an adventure that ordinary little wizards could never experience."

"Yeah, which little wizard wouldn’t like being chased around by Aurors!"

David had no time to look back; he knew who was chasing him and that only Aurors would pursue him...

No! Strictly speaking, he was innocent; he was just a second-year little wizard.

The Aurors were after his uncle, or perhaps included his father, and...

Well, David had no strength left to complain; at that moment, he could hear the shouting behind them, demanding they stop immediately.

"So—how do we get out?"

Even though combat magic is a required course at Durmstrang, running in such a tense state still left him a bit breathless.

Let’s not forget, he was only thirteen years old, still a child.

"This won’t work; there’s a Disillusionment Charm here."

Yule led his nephew past the side of the big lake and straight into the forest.

They ran quickly, not even taking the time to admire the beautiful scenery of the mountain lake and the dark ghost ships moored in the big lake.

In the summer, David would dive and fish here with his classmates, but the summer was very short.

To be honest, he liked it here more than at Bobsbaton; at least the girls here were not pretentious and affected.

"We're almost there—!"

Yule scanned the surroundings while telling his nephew, "I remember just ahead is the edge of the magical barrier..."

He wanted to say they were about to reach the border of the magical barrier, but the sudden appearance of Aurors in front completely disrupted his rhythm.

Not only in front, but also from behind came the howling sounds; the pursuers had finally caught up with them.

The wolfhound that the Auror was holding was glaring at the uncle and nephew, its mouth open, drooling, as if ready to pounce at any moment.