Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 148: I am 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 impressive. Compared with Hogwarts Castle, its architectural style is less rounded and more angular.

　　

　　 Around the castle, there is a vast expanse of land. Except for a few days in the summer where the snow will melt slightly, most of the other periods are in a state of whiteness.

　　

　　 Behind the castle, there is a large lake that never freezes by magic, and several mountains that look particularly high. In addition to Durmstrang’s ships that will sink and float in the lake, occasionally some unknown ghost ships will appear or disappear there.

　　

　　The low temperature environment all the year round makes the students here wear thick coats. Although they don't want to be bloated like Muggle winter clothes because of the materials they make, most of the girls here can't show off their attractive posture.

　　

　　 Right now, the summer here has almost passed. If not, Maca would still be able to experience the wonder that is ranked first among the specialty products of Liedemstrang College-the extreme summer day.

　　

　　 "I'll take you to the principal's office first." Krum seemed reluctant to say it.

　　

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

　　

　　In terms of his reputation alone, I am afraid it is a record low for Durmstrang College.

　　

　　 This school, which originally had not many students, now has fewer students. Maca followed Krum all the way through several promenades, except for the occasional portraits on the wall where people would casually glance at them, they didn't run into 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 he had already expressed his meaning very clearly.

　　

　　"咚咚"

　　

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

　　

　　 "Come in."

　　

　　 An indifferent voice rang, Krum immediately opened the door and gestured towards Maca. Obviously, he himself does not want to follow up.

　　

　　Maca nodded indifferently, and walked in calmly.

　　

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

　　

　　 On the right-hand side of the door, a row of tall bookshelves are leaning against the wall. The books above are neatly arranged. It seems that no one is going to fetch them, but they are purely for decoration.

　　

　　 When Maca turned his gaze 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 firmly against his old face, his eyes cold and sharp.

　　

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

　　

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

　　

　　 The magic wand he was holding in his hand all the time flicked, and a piece of gray piled up paper suddenly floated from the tabletop, and flew towards Maca with a sound of a whirl. .

　　

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

　　

　　 He waved his magic wand again, the paper stretched out, and the information on it immediately caught Maca’s eyes.

　　

　　 This is the latest "Daily Prophet", and the front page headline is a large piece of news reprimanding Maca for making trouble at the World Cup final.

　　

　　 In the middle of this news, the scene of Maca riding a flying broomstick and more than a dozen Death Eaters standing behind was taken alive by the reporter-well, after all, this is a magical photo, if one can’t Move, it can only be because that person is already half dead.

　　

　　"I thought I could be taken cooler. After all, headlines on the front page are a major event that hasn’t happened a few times in my life... Oh, yes, columnist Rita Skeeter, can write There is probably no one else but her who wrote such a "wonderful" article."

　　

　　Maca tapped the name in the newspaper with the tip of the stick and waved it casually.

　　

　　 I saw the newspaper instantly folded and folded, and then lased at Karkaroff at a faster speed than before. Just when Karkaroff frowned and stretched out his magic wand to plan the next, the newspaper suddenly lost its flying speed, and the entire copy became icy blue, on the desk in front of him. It fell into a piece of crushed ice.

　　

　　"Stop playing these little tricks, Karkaroff." Maca put away the false smile on his face and said blankly, "Isn’t that clear enough in my letter? Do you want to go to Voldemort? Take it for a while?"

　　

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

　　

　　Maca looked at him calmly, staring at Karkaroff a little hairy, and then pacing towards Karkaroff step by step.

　　

　　"There was a big uproar with me that attracted his attention. He probably didn't think of dealing with you as a traitor for the time being-but you should understand that for you, it is just the difference between a little earlier and a little later. ..."

　　

　　 Maca stood still at the desk and saw Karkaroff's eyes flashing, he couldn't help but sneered: "Don't think about running away, do you think you can escape?"

　　

　　 When Maca suddenly pointed out his thoughts, Karkaroff's hand immediately trembles.

　　

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

　　

　　 "Avada——" "Bang!"

　　

　　 As the principal of Durmstrang College who advocates duels and is keen to teach combat magic, Karkaroff is far less powerful and invincible than Dumbledore, but his fighting ability is definitely not weak.

　　

　　 When he decided to attack Maca, he had already understood the strength of Maca, and he had already prepared a series of responses, and the subsequent spells even had a dozen!

　　

　　 But Karkaroff couldn't think of it. When he stretched out his wand to Maca, he was greeted with a fist.

　　

　　 "Except your weapon."

　　

　　 Karkaroff’s wand flew into the corner of the room.

　　

　　 "Oh, sorry..." Maca retracted his fist and rubbed his mouth with a grin. "I'm used to playing dementors in Azkaban. This is really not aimed at you."

　　

　　 "You...what do you want!" Karkaroff fell on the chair, looking flustered, a layer of sweat oozes out of his forehead, "You are inexplicably threatening with a letter. I am still coming to my office to taunt me...what do you want from me?"

　　

　　"Didn’t I make it clear in the letter? It's just a Durmstrang transfer student quota. Take me to Hogwarts by the way..." Maca said, "You I know, the Triwizard Tournament."

　　

　　 "You know--"

　　

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

　　

　　 "Do you even know this? You... don't you and Dumbledore..." Karkaroff was almost speechless by the information that Maca revealed intentionally or unintentionally.

　　

　　 "So, this will be your only chance." Maca recruited Karkaroff's wand and threw it back into Karkaroff's hands. "Cooperate with us, and you may be at ease. Become your principal; if you don’t cooperate with us, then you are ready to escape at any time!"

　　

　　"...Yes, that's right... Then he was caught in any corner, and he personally sent you to have afternoon tea with the **** of death."

　　

　　 Karkaroff returned to the wand in his hand again. For a long time, he slumped on the chair and waved his hand in frustration.

　　

　　 "Listen to you, do what you say..." Karkaroff said weakly, "I understand completely. In this world, everything depends on strength."

　　

　　 "Maybe!" Maca said non-committal, "By the way, should you correct your stinking problem? How many students are there in the school?"

　　

　　 "You don't need to worry about it!" Karkaroff said impatiently.

　　

　　 "Students are the foundation. If you can manage it carefully, you won't be thinking about running away now."

　　

　　Maca pointed out the window, where there were scattered students who were still chatting, talking and laughing. Although the number was small, they faintly showed the vitality that a school should have.

　　

　　 Karkaroff stood up on his back, turned his head and looked out, and gradually lost his mind~IndoMTL.com~ I didn't even notice when Maca left.

　　

　　 "It's better to let him use his brains than to run away with his mind. At least it can be a distraction!" Maca thought as he walked in the slightly empty corridor.

　　

　　 Now, let's move forward a little bit...

　　

　　 In fact, shortly after Maca left the World Cup, the British Ministry of Magic had already messed up.

　　

　　 Various roaring letters from all over the world are like bombing, and the Ministry of Magic is full of scattered confetti and yelling sounds.

　　

　　 And the news of the Daily Prophet adds 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.

　　

　　 The newspaper claimed that shortly after the Dark Mark appeared, a Ministry official showed up. He claimed that no one was harmed, but declined to disclose more details. But just after that hour, a few corpses were lifted out of the woods.

　　

　　 Although the newspaper said that this was only a rumor for the time being, readers would not pay attention to this.

　　

　　The contributor of this news is naturally the Rita Skeeter who always loves to do nothing and is full of gimmicks. Her manuscripts have always been tricky angles, which are very appealing to readers who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic.

　　

　　 "I don't know how Hermione is, she hasn't heard anything since she went home..." Ron said to Harry next to him, "We should go see her.") Download the free reader! !