Chapter 121 – Infiltration
After we had prepared everything and rehearsed our names we were ready to apparate straight into Valdemar. I was worried about the fact we didn't speak their language, but then again, it was solved by a nifty little artifact, created by Grindelwald.
"Don't lose it." He warned us while we fixed the blood-drop-like pins on our old-fashioned black wizarding robes. "It would reveal both of your true accents and make you unable to understand the language."
"It's going to be fine." I answered with a shrug, still feeling off a little. We both took a swing of polyjuice potion and had multiple others ready in our bags. Right now, both of us have blonde hair and blue eyes, similar to Grindelwald's appearance.
"It's fine, we will be careful." Quincy confidently nodded before Grindelwald clamped down on our shoulders, and we reappeared in an abandoned-looking basement.
The air was musky and sour, while most of it was filled with dust, ancient wine bottles, and a dozen or so spiderwebs. Unpetrubed, he walked up the stairs, and with a flick of his wand, the door swung open, leading us into a deserted house.
"If someone stops us," He turned around, saying it only once, "Let me talk first. Children are not allowed to argue when adults are present."
"Mm." Not that we thought of debating when we were here to slip into Durmstrang.
The town was similar in size to Hogsmeade, with the only difference being that the buildings here were made of red bricks, and their roofs were colored with black tiles, while some had ancient copper crests hanging above the doors. He warned us that this place takes bloodlines just as seriously as Voldemort's regime. The only difference was that the new generation was becoming more open-minded and welcoming, placing power above blood purity.
When we asked about it, he told me that was part of his idea just the same, back in the old days. Someone's origin means nothing, and what only matters is their proficiency in magic. Muggle-born or Pure-blood... it is the argument of the weak. After his expulsion and then later his defeat, that idea suffered a lot around here. The younger generation was just now finding the same beliefs, starting to consider that maybe the old ways were outdated. Wrong.
"Come, we will visit the school's representative in the town. They are usually a family who are close to the Headmaster."
We didn't need to go far because we found Archduke Rasmussen in a three-story, spacious villa. At first, their house elf didn't want to let us in, but after telling them who we were and why we were coming to visit, a human servant shortly let us in, leading us directly into a spacious, well-decorated room.