Chapter 148 I'm Not Targeting You

Maca stepped into Durmstrang Castle under the gaze of a large number of students.

Unlike Hogwarts, Durmstrang's castle has only four floors, but it is still very grand. Compared with Hogwarts Castle, its architectural style is less rounded and more angular.

Around the castle, there are large expanses of land. Except for a few days in summer when the snow melts slightly, most of the other periods are in a state of whiteness.

And behind the castle, there is a large lake that is maintained by magic and never freezes, as well as several mountains that look particularly high. In addition to Durmstrang's boats floating in the lake, occasionally some unknown ghost ships appear or disappear there.

The perennial low temperature environment makes the students here wear thick coats. Although they are not as bloated as Muggle winter clothes because of the materials used to make them, most of the girls here can't show off their attractive figures.

Summer is almost over here now. If not, Maca can still experience the spectacle that ranks first among the specialties of Durmstrang College-the extreme day in summer.

I'll take you to the principal's office first. Krum said with some reluctance.

To be honest, since Igor Karkarov took the post of principal, many parents of students have taken their children out of the school because of his ruthlessness.

As far as his reputation is concerned, it may be regarded as a new historical low for Durmstrang College.

This school, which originally had not many students, now has even fewer students. Maca followed Krum through several corridors, except for the occasional portraits on the wall who would glance at them casually, they didn't meet a few people.

Are all the students on the boat just now? Maca asked curiously.

Yes, since the headmaster took office... Krum shook his head and didn't finish his sentence, but what he wanted to say has been clearly expressed.

Boom boom

The two soon came to the left side of the highest level of the castle, where the principal's office was.

Come in.

An indifferent voice sounded, Krum immediately pushed open the door, and gestured to Maca. Obviously, he himself didn't want to follow up.

Maca nodded indifferently, and walked in calmly.

This principal's office looks very spacious, and because there are windows on both sides, the lighting here is good before the sun goes down.

On the right hand side of the entrance, a row of tall bookshelves leaned against the wall side by side, and the books on them were neatly arranged. It seemed that no one used them, but they were purely for decoration.

When Maca moved his eyes to the deepest part of the room, he saw a tall and thin wizard with short white hair and a curly goatee on his chin.

He was standing behind a large desk, staring at Maca with his old face, his eyes were cold and sharp.

Hello, Mr. Karkaroff. Maca spoke first and greeted calmly.

Yes, hello...Mr. McLean, who was so famous at the Quidditch World Cup. Karkaroff's sharp eyes kept staring at Maca, without even blinking.

With a flick of the magic wand he was holding in his hand all the time, a piece of gray and stacked paper suddenly floated up from the table, and with a crash, it flew towards Maca while spinning.

Maca pulled out the wand hidden in his sleeve and shook it lightly. The stack of papers immediately escaped Karkaroff's control and stopped firmly in front of Maca.

He waved his wand again, and the paper unfolded, and the information on it immediately caught Maca's eyes.

This is the latest Daily Prophet, and the headline on the front page is a large piece of news accusing Maca of making a fuss at the World Cup final.

In the center of this news, the scene of Maca riding a broomstick with more than a dozen Death Eaters standing behind him was vividly photographed by the reporter-well, this is a magic photo after all, if one of them cannot move, then It can only be because most of the people are already half dead.

I thought I could be photographed cooler. After all, being on the front page is a rare event in a lifetime... Oh, yes, columnist Rita Skeeter, who can write like this Excellent article, there is probably no one else besides her.

Maca tapped the name on the newspaper with the tip of his stick, then waved his hand.

I saw the newspaper folded in an instant, and then shot towards Karkaroff at a faster speed than before. Just when Karkaroff frowned and stretched out his wand to continue, the newspaper suddenly lost its flying speed, and the entire copy turned into a clear ice blue color, lying on the desk in front of him. It fell into a piece of finely crushed ice slag.

Stop playing these little tricks, Karkaroff. Maca put away the fake smile on his face, and said expressionlessly, Did I not make it clear enough in the letter? Do you want to go to Voldemort for a while? By?

Damn it! Don't mention that name here! Karkaroff became nervous at once. For him, this name meant taboo.

Maca looked at him calmly, staring at Karkaroff until he was a little hairy, and then walked towards Karkaroff step by step.

I made a big fuss to attract his attention. He probably won't think of dealing with you as a traitor for the time being—but you should understand that for you, it's just the difference between earlier and later...

Maca stood still in front of the desk, seeing Karkaroff's eyes flickering, he couldn't help but sneered and said, Don't try to escape, do you think you can escape?

After Maca suddenly clarified his thoughts, Karkaroff's hands immediately trembled uncontrollably.

As a former Death Eater, as a traitor who betrayed Voldemort and confessed the list of Death Eaters in order to leave Azkaban, how could the returned Dark Lord let him go?

Avada— Bang!

As the headmaster of Durmstrang Academy who advocates duels and is keen on teaching combat magic, although Karkaroff is far from being as powerful and invincible as Dumbledore, his fighting ability is definitely not weak.

The moment he decided to attack Maca, he had already understood Maca's strength, and had already prepared a series of countermeasures, and there were even a dozen follow-up spells!

But Karkaroff never imagined that when he stretched out his wand to Maca, what greeted him was a fist.

Disarm you.

Karkaroff's wand just flew into the corner of the room.

Oh, I'm sorry... Maca withdrew his fist, grinned and rubbed his lips, I'm used to beating dementors in Azkaban, this really isn't aimed at you.

You...what exactly do you want! Karkaroff fell on the chair, his expression flustered, and a thin layer of sweat had already oozed from his forehead, You somehow sent someone to send a letter to threaten me, now Come to my office to mock me... What do you want from me?

Didn't I make it very clear in the letter? It's just a transfer student from Durmstrang, and take me to Hogwarts by the way... Maca spread his hands and said, You know, Triwizard Tournament.

you know--

Of course I know, Maca immediately interrupted Karkaroff's nonsense, and continued, I also know that this time not only restarted the Triwizard Tournament, but also made its final reward more attractive , isn't it?

You even know this? You... Could it be that you and Dumbledore... Karkaroff was almost speechless by the information that Maca revealed intentionally or unintentionally.

So, this will be your only chance. Maca summoned Karkaroff's wand and threw it back into Karkaroff's hand, Cooperate with us, and you may be able to be yours with peace of mind. Principal; if you don't cooperate with us, then you are ready to escape at any time!

...Yes, that's right... Then he caught you in any corner, and he personally sent you to have afternoon tea with Death.

Karkaroff gripped the wand that had returned to his hand again. After a long time, he still slumped on the chair and waved his hands in frustration.

It's all up to you, you can do whatever you say... Karkaroff said weakly, I fully understand that in this world, everything depends on strength.

Maybe! Maca said noncommittally, By the way, should you change your bad habits? How many students are there in the school?

It's none of your business! Karkaroff said impatiently.

Students are the bottom line. If you can manage it with your heart, you won't be thinking about running away now.

Maca pointed out the window, where a few students were still playing and laughing wantonly. Although the number was small, they vaguely showed the vitality that a school should have.

Karkaroff propped himself up and stood up, turned his head and looked outside, and gradually lost his mind, he didn't even notice when Maka left.

Letting him use his brain is better than running away with all his thoughts, at least it can distract him! Maca thought as he walked in the slightly empty corridor.

Now, let's move forward in time a little...

In fact, not long after Maca left the World Cup, the British Ministry of Magic was in a mess.

All kinds of shouting letters from all over the world seemed to be bombing, and the Ministry of Magic was full of scattered paper scraps and shouting voices.

And the news of the Daily Prophet added fuel to the chaos every day, picking up some dispensable details and reprimanding the officials of the Ministry of Magic.

No, Ron's father, Mr. Weasley, suffered a disaster.

The newspaper claims that a Ministry of Magic official made an appearance shortly after the Dark Mark appeared. He declared that no one was harmed, but declined to comment further. But just an hour later, several corpses were carried out of the woods.

Although the newspaper said that this was just a rumor for the time being, how could readers pay attention to this.

The writer of this news is, of course, Rita Skeeter, who always loves to make a fuss and write articles full of gimmicks. Her manuscripts have always been tricky, which is very suitable for readers who are afraid of chaos.

I don't know how Hermione is. She hasn't heard from her since she came home... Ron said to Harry beside him, We should go and see her.) Download free reader!!