Author Note: Thank you 'Aerions' for providing me with information on Norway. I may call upon you in the future but I am glad to write a chapter that has more backing than me just doing Research or heaven's forbid, just includes thing's that have been fed to me through movies starring Norway.

So without further ado.

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"ba-da-da. Ba-da-da. Ba-dum-da"

"What the hell are you two doing?" Carla just had to ask, seeing Ping and Pong halfheartedly hiding behind a wall nearby.

"Drat, we have been discovered brother!" Ping said, coming out.

"We obviously need more training, brother." Pong said.

"Training, for what?" Harry said, gone was his school uniform in his place was a muggle white tank top and black shorts and trainers, he had just come back from running around the school.

When he was asked about why he was doing this by one of the teacher's, who had seen him out so early, he merely stated that on Saturday's, it was normal for him to do some fiscal exercise.

He didn't want to lose his touch because being a boarding school would mean, he would mostly have to sit around all day.

But the reason why he truly felt the need to do this was because when he finally came home, it would be too easy for his father to find out, he had become out of shape and kick up his training to a notch which would have him limping every day until the end of the holiday.

And that man can get very creative when he needed to be and that was the last thing, Harry wanted to think about.

He also couldn't help but wonder why there were so many student's, mostly girl's suddenly out, they were just watching him jog but they bother to join in.

It was a bit creepy, actually.

Sweat poured down his frame, and all he wanted to do was take a nice relaxing shower.

"Training, to be spy's, of course." Pong said, looking offended, "Can't you tell how discreet we are?"

"I don't think spy's are supposed to sing the tune from James Bond, while their spying" Carla said, sweat dropping.

"The best spy's, are the ones you can hear from miles away but still get the job done!" Ping said, like he was some wise old prophet and Carla just had to roll her eyes.

"So... Harry, get changed quickly. Aren't we all going to Øystein Alley, today?" Pong said.

"What for?" Harry said, trying to remember why that name sounded so familiar to him, oh, right, that was the place, he did his school shopping and got his wand.

But why did they need to go?

He had more than enough clothes and everything else was already taken care of.

Maybe to buy Viva more treats?

"Don't you remember? We're supposed to send your dad, the..." It was at this point Ping looked around to make sure that there was no one else in the corridor, it was still early in the morning but you never know who could be listening in, before he whispered. "Evidence"

And both Carla and Harry suddenly remembered.

That's right, they were supposed to send whatever the school had tried to discreetly force onto them, to Harry father.

They had forgotten, because they were constantly checking over each other's shoulders for signs of danger, their 'rebellious' attitude in class, were making the teacher's pay extra close attention to them and the Headmaster, was always trying to 'suggest' thing's to them, that they all couldn't help but get the horrible feeling, that it was a plot to get them under control.

It was no wonder, they hadn't been able to think about anything else other than escaping the eyes of those within the school.

It was even getting harder to escape to the kitchen, for food.

Maybe, Øystein Allay would be a nice change of environment.

Ch 20: Not so backwards.

The 12:05 Durmstrang ship to Øystein alley, pulled into port and several students walked out while others boarded the ship.

Harry found out, that the Durmstrang ship worked exactly like a train, you had to book a seat in advance and had to show up on the day, luckily both Ping and Pong had done that for them, thankfully the cost wasn't that expensive because the Ship know those who used it, were mostly students who didn't have deep pockets.

Although, Ping and Pong had told him the next time he wanted to go to Øystein alley, he would have to pay for his own ticket.

He wasn't even sure he could get money from his card, sure he got a bag full of coin's but those certainly wouldn't last forever.

Maybe there would be a cash machine nearby, he was pretty sure the Scandinavia Magical Society wasn't as backwards as the one in Britain, so the society should be a bit more modern.

Harry was dressed to impress, the Muggle casual way.

He wore a green and golden leather coat that was buttoned up more to his left than straight in the middle, with only one button done, you could see the golden t-shirt underneath and designer jeans and black and blue Air Jordan's.

Harry know when he needed to dress well but stay casual, his father who helped him with his clothes had been quite conflicted with what Harry could actually were out in public with him not there to protect him.

On one hand, he couldn't dress his son in the finest thing's money could buy because of the risk, that Harry would become a target to a thief's lurking in some shady alleyway, but on the other hand, the father in him, wanted to dress his son in the finest clothing money could buy and show him off to the whole world.

Couldn't, every loving father relate to this?

So, his father's solution was to shop at store's that had clothes that looked expensive but actually weren't and also buy clothes that were actually expensive and mix them up into his wardrobe.

So right now, everything Harry wore except for his Air Jordan's were fake, as long as nobody was actually dumb enough to use magic to steal his shoes, the items on him could easily be replaced.

Harry looked good.

Really good.

Not even Jamus Potter who was the official 'Boy-Who-Lived' could look as good as Harry, if they wore the same clothes.

The difference in body size and face would kill all the charm the combination of clothing had if Jamus wore it.

"As expected of a rich kid" Pong said, wearing two shirts over each other for some reason and jean's.

The student's around Harry were giving him an examining look, seeing his high class but casual look.

"Let's get this over with." Carla said, in a gray sweater, legging and trainer's, she was never the type to wear skirts, unless she had no choice. "It's cold"

And it was getting colder, they hadn't really noticed it, because they had been living in a castle with its own heating but it was defiantly colder now that they were at the Alley.

"If it's so cold. Why don't use you use a self-heating charm on your clothes? That's what I did." Harry said.

Silence.

Carla gave him a wide-eyed look and so did Ping and Pong who looked at each other before pulling their wands out and casting warming charm's on their clothes, several other students who had heard him, also pulled out their wands and began casting.

A sight you'll rearly see in the British Magical Society when it came to students.

In Norway since it housed the actually school, the use of wands for students were much more laxed, but they still couldn't use magic in a heavily Muggle populated area where thousands of people would see them.

"Sometimes, Harry, you are a bloody genius" Pong said, feeling nice and toasty.

"That's so much better" Carla said, the slight shiver in her body was all gone and she sighed in relief.

"Now let's go shopping!" Ping said.

"I thought we were sending the 'you-know-what'?" Harry said.

"We can do that too" Pong said, "But first let's show you the full Øystein Alley experience"

Harry wondered why his wallet gave out a slight shudder at Pong's words.

#At a Candy Store 5 minutes later#

An old man sat on an wooden chair instead his colourful shop full of sweet's, you would think his store would have gone out business a long time ago but even Adult Witch's and Wizard's order from his place, his lemon Sherbet's were especially popular with a certain client.

The door suddenly opened setting off the bell positioned near the door and the old man was suddenly aware of the student's that came in.

The reason why he know they were student's was because he know two of the student's that just walked in, Ping and Pong Gray.

"Welcome Ping and Pong" The old man said, the man had decided to use a translator spell since the other students looked to be foreign and new.

"Hi, Mr Norvald. " Both Ping and Pong said.

"Back again, already? Tell, you what. Since you're my best customer's, take anything you want off the shelves and I'll give you a 25% discount" The old man said, his eyes couldn't help but go to the finely dressed youth.

"Awesome" Both Ping and Pong said, dragging their friend's away.

"Aren't you too old to be eating sweets?" Carla said, it's been a long time since she had candy as well.

"Your, never too old to eat candy!" Ping said, "Why do you think so many old people still eat candy even though they know it's bad for them?"

"...He does have a good point." Harry said, personally he couldn't remember the last time he had candy even though he know he ate a lot when he was younger.

A found memory of his father taking him to 'Funfair' and eating so much candy that he ended up lying in bed the next day with a stomach ache, but his father was right beside him to nurse him through it, personally.

Just being in such a colorful store reminded him of reminded him so much of the fun he used to have as a kid.

Of course, he would buy some even if it was Nostalgia.

Now if only he could understand what was on written on the wrapper's.

His confusion must have shown on his face because the old man suddenly came over and said.

"If you need any help. Then I recommend the bar that says 'Melkesjokolade'. It's actually really good white chocolate" The old man said, "And if you don't like white chocolate, there is always 'Laban seigmenn', which is basically gummy men covered in either sweat and sour. The translator spell can only do so much in terms of getting you to understand another culture. It's best to learn from trial and error"

And Harry wasn't even surprised that the old man known he wasn't from here, he certainly didn't have the air of somebody who could walk down the street and not get lost.

"Thank you for the suggestion." He said, smiling, surprising the old man by how mature he was despite looking so young.

Harry than took a hand full of what was suggested to him and added it to the already high pile of sweet's, but when they want to pay for the candy...

For some reason all three of them were looking at him.

"What?" Harry said.

"Eh, did we mention we only brought enough money for the ship ride?" Ping said.

"Are you kidding me!?" Carla said.

"What about you?" Pong said, turning to Carla.

Carla went mysteriously silent before turning away and saying. "I didn't bring any money either"

"So that leaves you" Pong said, turning to Harry with pleading eyes.

So, this is why his wallet shuddered earlier?

Harry sighed, and produced a pouch full of coin's and said to the old man. "How much?"

The old man smiled than began to scan everything before knocking 25% off it and said. "That would be 110 Kroner"

And Harry paid.

Already the Kroner equivalate of Ten British pounds were gone just like that and what was worse was that it spent on a truck load of candy.

They then left with bag's full of candy, saying goodbye to the old man and hit a book store next since it was a place where Harry wanted to go to.

It seemed he had inherited his father's love of book's while Carla want to look for any new Roah Dahl while Ping and Pong were quietly laughing in the corner for some reason after cracking open a book.

Harry ended up buying two books on the apparent life of the Boy-Who-lived that had him in stitches just by how ridiculous the lies printed were.

Both of them certainly promised him a good read for a couple of days.

By the time they left the book's store it was already noon and they still hadn't found a place where they could deliver the package full of evidence against the school, without the headmaster knowing.

They turned a corner and everybody froze at the sight of a certain shop.

It was a muggle post office, right in the middle of a magically protected alleyway.

"...I'm not the only one seeing this too?" Pong said, thinking he was hallucinating, why would a regular post office be here of all places?

"I think, we are all see it" Harry said.

Moments later, they all walked in and where greeted by people who they found out, where actually squib's, who weren't too fond of Durmstrang headmaster.

The Headmaster even wanted to close down their shop but since the Headmaster had no actual say in how they run their business, they just ignored him.

They were very helpful in helping Harry and his friend's, post a suspiciously large bag without the Headmaster's knowledge.

#A week later#

Linda Gyldenlove, Minister of Magic for Scandinavia, sip her morning tea.

A women, as a Minister of Magic would have been laughable if she lived in Britain.

Unlike, the British Wizarding world, those in her part of the world, were more open to the idea of a women becoming Minister of Magic, although, there were a few protests following her new position, but she quickly proved herself competent enough.

It also helped that she didn't take 'advice' from people who were strongly rumored to be mass murders and were never given Veritaserum to prove their innocent's, when asked to defend themselves in court.

So, because the leader was competent, those under her were naturally competent as well.

Unlike Britain, the Dark Lord didn't have his toes dipped into her Ministery.

Full background checks were done to avoid any shady character's becoming too influential in the Ministery and the quality in Auror trainning was reasonable high as well.

If you were to compare a British Auror to a Scandinavia Auror, you would be shocked by the difference in magic power and the knowledge they had.

The Scandinavia Ministry were all too aware of the advancement's in the Muggle World and what could happen to them if they were careless unlike their British counterpart's, who chose to remain ignorant of the world around them, unaware of the knife right at their throat's wrapped in their own delusion's.

She, herself had seen what the Muggle's could do and had taken steps to make sure an idiot didn't doesn't give a muggle a reason to raise an army against them.

It was because of this thinking that Lord Felix himself had come to see her, days before his son's shopping trip for school.

The man didn't trust Igor Karkaroff one bit, to take care of his son and the feeling was mutual.

They both know that, that man should have no business near a school full of impressionable young people and should be in jail but thanks to her idiot of a predecessor, he was now running a school full of children who came out more than a little dodgy to her, many had been arrested soon after for crimes.

Even the now adult's in the eyes of the law, looked surprised to find out what they were doing were actually a crime.

Ever since that man took over, Durmstrang Institute, the school's reputation, had gone downhill, the fact that a known former Death Eater was the Headmaster, had soiled the school reputation, it wasn't shocking to hear about so many parents pulling their children out of school and homeschool them instead or transferring them to another school out of the country.

No wonder, other's school's think Durmstrang is a breeding ground for Death Eater's.

Unfortunately, the number of student's lost was not enough to shut down the school so there was no reason for her to close down the school and have the headmaster in a magically bind.

Every inspector she had sent out, reported nothing suspicion but her senses were telling her, if Ignor wasn't stopped, the school wasn't going to be the only one suffering under the man.

But she didn't have the proof needed to actually arrest the man, Igor had been cleared of all charges by the previous Minister of Magic and he had been supposedly clean ever since.

The man was covering all his track's, who know's what kind of corruption was going on right under her noses.

It was time like this, that she wished she had the authority to arrest a man without evidence but she had to obey the law, the law was what kept them all alive so she had to bury any personal feelings and do her job.

There was suddenly a knock at her door and she said.

"Come in"

The door opened to reveal a tanned woman, her hair flipped back to the side.

The woman wore a red shirt and a high waisted black skirt with heel's, a style you would never see on a the most traditional of British Pureblood females.

This was another difference between the two ministries, the Scandinavia Ministry had decided to embrace the muggle dress code as long as it wasn't too revealing.

This was a line, even she would never cross.

"Mrs Gyldenlove, one 'Lord Felix' is here to see you" The women said.

At the mention of the man's title, she quickly made herself look presentable before saying. "Please send him in" wondering if it was another fake.

She would know if the person who entered next was pretending to be 'Lord Felix', there have been reports of people pretending to be this man just for their own personal gain.

Well, a drop of truth potion was all she needed, to uncover their real names and she also uncovered some terrifying plot's as well that ended up stopping.

You would have to be an idiot, to walk into the Ministry and claim your Lord Felix, if you weren't ready to be dosed and questioned.

However, the man who came in, left no doubt in her mind that he was really Lord Felix, for one thing, she had actually seen him for real and his face matched with her memory, and the other, was the clearly real Head of House ring that she could feel the magic from.

The man seemed to glide across the room, his very demur reeked of command and respect.

This visit was apparently very serious.

She was immediately on guard, it hadn't been a full month yet since his son enrolled into Durmstrang so why was he paying her a visit?

She didn't remember talking to him on the phone recently or scheduling a meeting with him.

And than he dropped it.

A huge bag that came from who knows where, was dropped onto her desk.

She stared at it, and than stare at it some more, she had no idea what she was looking at and the question was clear on her face.

Luckily the man told her.

"In this bag, is not only a report of what my son has gone through since the moment he entered Durmstrang but he has also provided memories and samples of food that I myself has tasted for potion." Lory Felix said.

And she was stunned.

Did this man just hand them the evidence needed to lock Igor Karkaroff, up for good?

And than he leaned in and said.

"Now. I want to know what your going to do about it. Because I will not allow my son to study in a place that takes children away from their families and turn them into mindless puppet's that don't know right from wrong. So, either you do something about this or I will charge the Ministry, for breaching the contract which we both signed. I would love to see how you'll talk your way out of explaining thing's directly to the Queen of England?"

And yes, this man know the queen, why wouldn't he know since the Ministry of Magic know the Prime Minister?

And with that, the man left.

Linda Gyldenlove couldn't help but gulp, remembering what she had signed, in exchange for creating a relationship with the Ministry and the House, she had basically signed off her and the Ministery immunity to be prosecuted.

Because of this breech, the man had full right to take her to trail and she would be another normal person in the eyes of the law, along with any other person he thought was also part of the problem.

This went beyond the case to simply taking Ignor Karkaroff down, if she didn't act now.

She would go down with him.

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Next chapter, the big Durmstrang arrest and that's all I'm telling you 🙂 So you will have to wait for the next chapter to find out what happens next. Please review/ fav and follow!