"Dumbledore, I don't think we need to discuss the Triwizard Cup anymore, especially face-to-face. Look." The man at the wine table glanced at the warm sun outside the window and continued: "This British The weather here is really terrible, I still miss the weather around us in Durmstrang, it is freezing cold, and it is only under the wind and snow that a wizard's will can be honed." Then he picked up his own cup, and drank the bubbling beverage in one gulp.
The bar was very lively and the atmosphere was warm, but no one cared about the ironic words of this foreign visitor.
"Even drinks are something that girls like to drink." The man slammed the cup on the wooden table, causing the not-so-sturdy wooden table to shake a few times, and it seemed that it might fall apart at any time.
"Old man, I think I can only agree with part of your point of view. Sometimes it is not only the surrounding environment that can temper a person, but also one point. We have a lady here. Shouldn't you pay attention to your words? ?” Dumbledore also raised his glass and took a sip.
"It was my negligence." The man looked apologetically at the other woman at the table. "You know, Madam Maxim, I'm just making an analogy, and I don't mean to discriminate against women."
"It's okay." The lady named Maxim just smiled faintly, not paying attention to his unreasonableness just now.
Madam Maxim is an unusual woman, or not only unusual in the scope of women, but also unusual in the scope of wizards or ordinary people. Her figure is so tall that she is at this table The front occupied a seat where two people could sit. Besides that she had an olive face, with big black watery eyes and her hair combed back. She was wrapped from head to toe in black satin, and adorned with rich opals. She speaks excellent English, the only downside is that she has a little French accent.
As for the vulgar man just now, his name is Igor Karkarov, who does not conform to his standard gentleman appearance. He is tall and thin, with a little white short, and his goatee (with a punch on the end) rolls) did not completely cover his thin chin.
People who don't know it at first glance may think that he is a standard British gentleman.
The three people at the wine table chatted casually, regardless of the noisy environment of the surrounding bars, and the people around them didn't care about the affairs here. All have a lofty reputation, and there will always be people who will pay attention to him.
Obviously, they cast a spell to block outside interference.
Dumbledore took up the conversation just now and continued: "I have no intention of interfering with the operation of the Ministry of Magic's Sports Department. In fact, you are the most active in the Triwizard Cup, right, Mr. Karkaroff."
"Then why did you ask the two of us to travel thousands of miles to come here and talk? I think since this is not the case, I don't need to come to this crappy place during this leisure vacation." Karkaroff said with his thick The voice said, with some dissatisfaction in the tone.
"I don't mind, it's just a tourist." Madam Maxim nodded gracefully, but she still asked, "Then why did you ask us to come here?"
"Hmm." Dumbledore pondered for a while, took out a black book that was scratched beyond recognition from his loose robe, and put it on the wine table.
"Dumbledore, what are you trying to do?" Karkaroff raised his thick eyebrows suddenly, as if he saw something impossible happen.
"You shouldn't be making this." Madam Maxim also frowned. This notebook gave her a very bad and evil feeling.
The essence of the Horcrux is extremely evil. When it is not destroyed, it can still have a certain ability to disguise and deceive people. Otherwise, the original Ginny, Ron, Dumbledore, and the current Lockhart would not Hit. But now that it's broken, all that's left is a sickening wave of evil magic.
"Of course, Madame Maxime." Dumbledore nodded, expressing his attitude.
"Then this thing is probably the spoils you got after defeating a certain black mage?" Karkaroff said with a self-deprecating smile: "If you just use this to warn me, then there is no need, although I It used to have a not-so-glorious history, but now I know that life on shore is better."
"So, what do you want us to do?" Karkaroff put his hands on the table, stood up all of a sudden, fixed his eyes on the man in front of him, and asked him in a questioning tone road.
"Don't be impatient." Dumbledore waved his hand, and then said: "I think my office is more suitable for discussing some secret events. After all, this is a tavern."
"It's a great honor." Madam Maxime nodded and was about to stand up. Her giant blood gave her a somewhat vigorous style.
"I can't remember what year I went to Hogwarts last time. This time I just go to see it again," she said to herself, her words were full of joy and anticipation.
Karkaroff cleared his throat and coughed a few times. His voice in private meetings is different from his public voice. In front of students, his voice is always mellow, sweet and greasy, sounding like a sissy , This is also to neutralize his past dark history. Sometimes the change of external image is the first step. Now that he is about to leave the private sphere, he has to change his voice back first.