Hogwarts Homecoming

Karkaroff is Igor Karkaroff, headmaster of Durmstrang School?

In the past few years, Amosta traveled extensively, traveling all over Europe. When he was in Germany, he also heard wizards there discuss the school in Durmstrang and Igor Karkarov, who is currently the headmaster.

As we all know, among the three world-famous magic schools in this continent of Europe, Durmstrang is the least decent. This school still retains many traditional teaching methods. The so-called "tradition" means that this school treats The attitude of magic is closer to that of traditional wizards, not so looking at the line between black magic and white magic.

It may be precisely because of this teaching environment that dangerous wizards like Getler Grindelwald are cultivated.

The current headmaster, Igor Karkarov, has pushed Durmstrang's "free" teaching method to a new peak. There are rumors that he almost acquiesces to the professors teaching the Dark Arts in the school, and there are rumors that Karkaroff was once a Death Eater.

Judging from the resistance and disgust exuding from Barty Crouch, these rumors are not without credibility.

Batty's indifferent expression didn't embarrass Karkaroff who came back to his senses in the slightest. With a warm smile still on his face, he slid his eyes to Amosta. He was confused for a moment at first, but soon, he realized who the young man standing behind Barty Crouch, who looked more like Barty's subordinate in terms of age, was!

"If I hadn't been blind-eyed—"

A gleam of light flashed in Karkaroff's blue eyes, and he passed his hand around Batty's side to Amosta's, with a strange tone in his tone,

"This must be Hogwarts' Director of Student Safety, Mr. Amosta Bryan?"

"Nice to meet you, Professor Karkaroff."

With a serious smile on his face, Amosta shook Karkaroff's rough hand.

"Ah, I didn't expect Dumbledore to send you out, Professor Bryan, it seems that he is indeed determined to win the host of this Triwizard Tournament—"

Karkaroff smiled slickly,

"Your name is still well-known even in Durmstrang. Some time ago, the little guys in the school were almost discussing that you killed Fenrir Greyback. They couldn't believe that there is a wizard who can kill Fenrir Greyback. Single-handedly killing that many werewolves, they, and my staff are very interested in your Fiendfyre. Ah, I mean 'Spiritfire', it's an interesting spell, isn't it?"

"Hehe, it's just a small trick not worth mentioning."

Amosta smiled slightly,

"But I did not expect that I would be popular in Durmstrang. I will tell Dumbledore about it when I go back. If he doesn't give me a raise, I will threaten him to jump to Durmstrang. Lang teaches."

Amosta's little joke made Karkaroff laugh out loud, but Amosta was sure he couldn't detect a smile in Karkaroff's eyes.

This is a character like a tiger with a smiling face, and he is indeed not a kind person.

"We don't have time to greet here, the reception is about to begin."

Barty seemed to be unable to bear Karkaroff's laughter anymore. With a stern face, he left a sentence and walked directly towards the elevator hall. This rather rude behavior only caused a glint in Karkaroff's eyes. fleeting shadows,

"Barty and I have known each other for years—" Karkaroff quips, "his quick temper hasn't changed a bit."

"Really?" Amosta immediately stepped forward, pretending to be very interested, "How did you know each other?"

"Ah cough--"

Karkaroff didn't expect Amosta to ask such a question. He didn't know how to answer for a moment. After coughing twice with embarrassment, he said lightly,

"It's just that there are business contacts. You know, it's not easy to maintain a school. We need to purchase a lot of things for teaching, and some materials made in the UK don't have Barty's nod, so we can't get them."

In order to stay away from Karkaroff, Barty Crouch didn't even let the elevator wait for them, but went down to the second floor, and when Amosta entered the banquet hall, Barty and the international Several wizards from the Wizards Union have already chatted, and Ludo Bagman has appeared here as expected, with a smile on his face, chatting with a group of people around him.

Compared with the goblin-style decoration of the main body of the hotel, this banquet hall looks more in line with the aesthetics of wizards.

A huge crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling of the square hall, artistic sculptures are carved on the white walls on all sides, the air is filled with the pleasant fragrance of flowers, and the silverware for wine and pastries are all exquisite.

The banquet hall was noisy, and everyone was chatting happily with the people around them. According to Amosta, this was more like a social reception than a preparatory reception for deciding the host of the Triwizard Tournament.

No wonder Dumbledore didn't want to go any further -

Amosta murmured inwardly.

In other words, didn't the Triwizard Tournament need to be kept secret during the preparatory stage? Look at the number one hundred and ten wizards in the banquet hall with different costumes and skin colors, is there really a need to keep it secret?

"Oh, you're here first, Karkaroff—"

Amosta was looking at the environment of the meeting place. At this moment, a deep voice suddenly came from the door, which attracted Amosta's attention. He turned his head to look, and his brows moved slightly.

A woman who was almost as tall as Hagrid appeared at the door of the hotel leading a girl who looked like a student.

"Ah, Madame Maxime, and Mademoiselle Delacour—"

Karkaroff showed his yellow teeth, smiled exaggeratedly and strode forward, and even grabbed Amosta's arm.

The two people who came were very eye-catching. This Mrs. Maxime was a bit taller than Hagrid, and she was much thinner than Hagrid, which also made her look even taller, so that She had to duck her head to get through the brightly lit entrance.

Beside Mrs. Maxim was a girl with a very outstanding temperament. She looked to be about the same age as Percy, with silver hair like a waterfall hanging down to her uncontrollable waist. Under the bright candlelight of the banquet hall, the girl's creamy skin was exuding a subtle, warm luster.

In terms of temperament, this girl is basically on par with that Vitia Kriona, but she lacks a bit of natural affinity.

For the rest of the people, Amosta is also the more conspicuous one in the banquet hall.

Among the participants who are generally over 40 years old, there is no stage fright at all at a young age. They are tall and straight, handsome and calm. Whenever they make contact with the eyes shot from those lavender eyes, their souls There was a throbbing, as if there was an abyss that could freeze the soul.

"That cunning fellow Dumbledore has a new representative, Madam Maxim—"

Karkaroff grinned and pointed at Amosta with an unadulterated smile.

"Mr. Amosta Bryan, I think you must have heard of his name. This is a strong opponent. I think we are doomed, aren't we?"

Hearing this, Amosta glanced at Karkaroff calmly, and a flash of thunder flashed away in his angry eyes. Karkaroff, who was about to muddy the water, suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, and the hand that grabbed Amosta's arm unconsciously let go.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Blaine—"

Madam Maxim stretched out her big hand covered with luxurious opals, and showed a friendly smile at Amosta,

"I've heard of the amazing things you've done. It's really amazing."

"It's just luck—"

Amosta raised his hand to his cheek, shook Madame Maxime's hand, and then politely nodded at Miss Delacour who was looking at him with great interest. He was about to say something, but This time, some commotion came from the main stage of the banquet hall, which caught Amosta's attention.

A group of ladies in fairy-like elegant gowns entered through the small door behind the main stage, and climbed onto the stage from the side steps with musical instruments in hand.

Each of these ladies is stunningly beautiful, surrounded by bright pink lights and pixies with transparent wings. After getting on the stage, each of them sat down and adjusted their violins and stringed instruments.

"Mountain fairy group."

Fleur Delacour explained to Amosta in a silvery voice,

"They are famous in France."