Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

Chapter 67: fear

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"Well, I hope you can give me a satisfactory answer. 'God

Lai novel" Karkaroff also got up, patted his sleeve, cast a cleaning spell on it, got rid of the oil and dust, and then complained: "If this tavern opens in our On Durmstrang's side, I must not use a wand, but give him a punch in the face first, the environment in the tavern here is really bad. "

"Then you may not be able to beat him." Dumbledore seemed to think of something, his long white beard trembled on his chest, and then he said in a somewhat complicated tone.

"What?" Karkaroff suspected he had heard wrong.

"Nothing, let's go out."

Dumbledore changed the subject, and then led the two of them out of the noisy tavern towards their destination.

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"So, do you want to reverse the case for this half-giant named Hagrid?" Karkaroff stood in front of Dumbledore's desk, staring at him with an unkind expression.

Dumbledore raised his hand to speak, but was interrupted by Karkaroff again.

"Let me tell you, I don't have any interest in your nonsense. You can do justice alone. Besides, he is just a bastard..." Karkaroff felt offended , the tone began to become more and more impolite.

But the words were out of his mouth, and he knew he had slipped again.

Mrs. Maxim seemed to be a half-blood giant too, so he finally stopped talking about the word "mongrel".

However, it was too late.

Karkaroff could clearly see that Madam Maxim's complexion immediately darkened. The others were not fools, and they could guess what he wanted to say, and it made no difference if he didn't say it.

"The old fox set me up again." Karkaroff cursed secretly in his heart, ready to change his attitude, and he could only recognize it by pinching his nose when he was played.

Just a few hours ago, the three of them came directly to the principal's office (Dumbledore's privilege) through the Floo network, and Dumbledore didn't hesitate, and told Karkaroff straight to the point what he thought.

The general idea is: I am a layman in black magic, although I just don't bother to study it, so now I need you.

Now recognized as the number one wizard, Karkaroff is naturally very useful, and the fluctuations emitted by this diary, even after it is damaged, are still extremely strong. He suspects that it is the masterpiece of a senior black wizard. Maybe I can benefit a little bit from it.

Durmstrang's teaching even taught black magic, not to mention that he had been a Death Eater before, so he didn't have any psychological pressure at all.

The scorching sun at noon outside the window slowly fell below the horizon, and several hours passed.

Karkaroff exhausted all his life's knowledge, but only restored a few scenes of memories left in the diary, and imported them into Dumbledore's Pensieve.

Judging from the only fragments, it seems that he can know that the half-blood giant named Hagrid was wronged, that's all, and the remaining soul fragments are not only small, but also riddled with holes. Doing this is already the limit.

Karkaroff, who had been busy for a long time, obviously couldn't accept this ending, so there was the first scene.

"But this is not completely irrelevant to you. Apart from Hagrid, you should also know the mastermind in this matter." Dumbledore explained without haste.

"Heh." Karkaroff sneered, and then said: "Not to mention the distance between Hogwarts and Durmstrang, the only exchange Triwizard Cup has been suspended for many times, I will Know a student from Hogwarts? What a joke."

"This was already fifty years ago." Dumbledore said calmly.

"Fifty years ago..." Karkaroff seemed to have thought of something, the words stuck in his throat, his expression suddenly stiffened, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"Impossible, he must be dead!" Karkaroff didn't want to believe it, nor could he believe that the man was still alive.

He then said to himself: "This is just a magic item made by him. He has disappeared for so long. He won't come back, he won't come back."

For a moment Karkaroff seemed to be dazed, talking to himself repeatedly, back and forth the few words just now.

"Calm down, Karkaroff." Dumbledore's kind voice gave people a sense of calming magic. After Karkaroff and Dumbledore's sharp blue eyes met, he calmed down unconsciously.

Dumbledore used the benefits brought by Legilimency again. Even if he didn't take the initiative to use it, it would affect others invisibly.

"Last year, he sneaked into Hogwarts himself, trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone in order to resurrect his body, and killed a unicorn to renew his life."

"I'm still trying to track him down this year. I've traveled through half of the Albanian forest, but found nothing."

"I think you should be more afraid of his return than I am."

"So I need your help."

Dumbledore pressed forward with every step, leaving no time for Karkaroff to think, he just wanted to impress him when his defenses collapsed.

Er Wuzi rarely ends well.

If it is said that other Death Eaters in Azkaban or fleeing outside can attach themselves under Voldemort's wings again after his return, then Lucius Malfoy's position is not judged in Voldemort's team. It's hard.

Fortunately, Malfoy had already left a good impression on him at the first meeting.

As for Karkaroff, a character who can't be cleansed by Voldemort's camp, a green light may be the best destination, after all, there are many tortured black magic.

I lost my body and was forced to wander around. My loyal subordinates suffered unbearably prison for me, but you chose to betray my loyal followers in exchange for your own safety, and even turned into Dems Trump's principal

Clay figurines are always angry, not to mention the brutal and nervous Dark Lord

This is also the fundamental reason why Karkaroff is so terrified.

"I'll be on your side." Mrs. Maxim, who was at the headmaster's level, was also a genius. It was not difficult to find clues in their conversations, and she immediately expressed her attitude.

"Thank you very much, Beauxbatons will be proud to have a headmaster like you." Dumbledore complimented Madam Maxim.

In this way, the Big Three in the European wizarding education circle reached a united front against the Dark Lord in Dumbledore's office.

"Oops." Madam Maxim patted her own head in frustration, "I forgot one thing," she said.

"Is it urgent?" Dumbledore stroked his wand and was ready to get up at any time. It seemed that he wanted to show his kindness as a landlord and help people solve problems.

"This is not enough." Maxim's face was a little embarrassed.