Karkaroff is Igor Karkaroff, the headmaster of Durmstrang School?
Amosta traveled extensively in the past few years, traveling all over Europe. When he was in Germany, he also heard wizards there discuss the Durmstrang school and Igor Karkaroff, who currently serves as the principal.
As we all know, among the three world-famous magic schools in Europe, Durmstrang is the most unorthodox. This school still retains many traditional teaching methods. The so-called 'traditional' means that this school treats The attitude towards magic is closer to that of traditional wizards, not so much looking at the boundaries between black magic and white magic.
It may be precisely because of this teaching environment that dangerous wizards like Gertler Grindelwald were cultivated.
The current principal Igor Karkarov has pushed Durmstrang's 'free' teaching method to a new peak. There were rumors that he almost acquiesced in the teaching of dark arts in schools, and there were rumors that Karkaroff was once a Death Eater.
Judging from the resistance and disgust exuding from Barty Crouch, these rumors are not entirely untrustworthy.
Barty's indifferent expression did not make Karkaroff feel any embarrassment when he came back to his senses. He still had a warm smile on his face and slid his gaze towards 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 lost my sight—"
A glimmer of light flashed in Karkaroff's blue eyes. He passed his hand around Barty's side and handed it to Amosta, with a hint of strangeness in his tone.
"This must be the Head of Student Safety Office at Hogwarts, Mr. Amosta Brain?"
"Nice to meet you, Professor Karkaroff."
With a solemn smile on his face, Amosta held Karkaroff's rough hand and shook it.
"Ah, I didn't expect that Dumbledore would actually send you out, Professor Brain. It seems that he is indeed determined to organize the Triwizard Tournament--"
Karkaroff smiled smoothly,
"Your name is still unknown even in Durmstrang. Some time ago, almost all the kids in the school were discussing your killing of Fenrir Greyback. They couldn't believe that a wizard could do that now. By killing so many werewolves by yourself, they, as well as my faculty, are very interested in your Lihuo. Ah, I mean 'Spiritual Fire', it is indeed an interesting magic, right?"
"Haha, it's just a little trick that's not worth mentioning."
Amosta smiled slightly,
"But I really didn't expect that I would be welcomed in Durmstrang. I will tell Dumbledore about this when I go back. If he doesn't give me a salary increase, I will threaten him to jump to Durmstrang." Lang teaches.”
Amosta's little joke made Karkaroff laugh, but Amosta was sure that he could not detect any smile in Karkaroff's eyes.
This is a smiling tiger-like figure, and he is indeed not a kind person.
"We don't have time to chat here, the reception is about to start."
Barty seemed to be unable to bear Karkaroff's laughter. With a straight face, he left a few words and walked directly towards the elevator hall. This rather rude behavior only made Karkaroff's eyes flash. The fleeting shadow,
"Barty and I have known each other for many years -" Karkaroff joked, "his impatience has not changed at all."
"Really?" Amosta immediately took a step forward, pretending to be very interested, "How did you meet?"
"Ahem--"
Karkaroff didn't expect Amosta to ask this. He didn't know how to answer for a while. After coughing twice with an embarrassed look on his face, he said lightly,
"It's just business dealings. You know, it's not easy to keep a school running. We need to purchase a lot of things for teaching, and we can't get some materials produced in the UK without Barty's nod."
In order to stay away from Karkaroff, Barty Crouch did not even let the elevator wait for them, but went down to the second floor on his own. When Amosta entered the banquet hall, Barty and International Several wizards from the Wizards' Union were already chatting, and as expected, Ludo Bagman had already appeared here, with a smile on his face and chatting animatedly with a group of people surrounding him.
Compared to the goblin-style decoration of the main hotel, the banquet hall looks more in line with the wizard's aesthetic.
A huge crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling of the square hall, and artistic sculptures are carved on the white walls. The air is filled with the delicious fragrance of flowers, and the silverware for serving drinks and cakes 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 to decide the host of the Triwizard Tournament.
No wonder Dumbledore didn't want to continue participating in the peace--
Amosta muttered in his mind.
By the way, isn't it necessary to keep secrets during the preparation stage of the Triwizard Tournament? Look at the 100 wizards with different costumes and skin colors in the banquet hall. Is it really necessary to keep it secret?
"Oh, you were already here first, Karkaroff—"
Amosta was looking at the environment of the venue. At this time, a deep voice suddenly came from the door, which attracted Amosta's attention. He turned his head and looked around, his brows moving slightly.
A woman, almost as tall as Hagrid, appeared at the door of the hotel with a girl who looked like a student.
"Ah, Madame Maxime, and Mademoiselle Delacour——"
Karkaroff bared his yellowed teeth, smiled exaggeratedly, and strode forward to greet him, grabbing Amosta's arm.
The two people who arrived were very eye-catching. Mrs. Maxim was a bit taller than Hagrid. Moreover, she was much thinner than Hagrid, which also made her look taller. She had to lower her head to get through the open entrance.
Next to Mrs. Maxim was a girl with a very outstanding temperament. She seemed to be about the same age as Percy, with a waterfall of silver hair hanging down to her uncontrollable waist. Under the bright candlelight in the banquet hall, the girl's skin, which was like gelatin, was exuding a subtle, warm luster.
In terms of temperament, this girl is basically the same as Vitia Cliona, but she lacks a bit of natural affinity.
As for the rest of the people, Amosta was also the more conspicuous one in the banquet hall.
Among the attendees, who are generally over forty years old, they are young but do not show any stage fright. They are tall, handsome and calm. Whenever they come into contact with the gaze of those lavender eyes, their souls will be moved. There was a throbbing, as if there was an abyss that could freeze the soul.
"That cunning guy Dumbledore has a new representative, Madam Maxime——"
Karkaroff grinned and pointed at Amosta with an unsmiling gaze.
"Mr. Amosta Brain, I think you must have heard of his name. He is a formidable opponent. I think our defeat is certain, right?"
Hearing this, Amosta glanced at Karkaroff calmly, and a flash of lightning flashed in his eyes that showed no emotion or anger. Karkaroff, who was about to muddy the water, suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and unconsciously loosened his grip on Amosta's arm.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Blaine--"
Madame Maxime stretched out her big hand covered with luxurious opals and gave Amosta a fairly friendly smile.
"I've heard about all the amazing things you've done, and they're truly amazing."
"It's just luck-"
Amosta raised his hand to his cheek, shook Madame Maxime's hand, and then nodded politely to Miss Delacour, who was looking at him with interest. He was about to say something, but At this time, there was some commotion coming from the main stage of the banquet hall, which attracted Amosta's attention.
A group of ladies dressed in fairy-like and elegant dresses filed in through the small door behind the main stage, holding instruments in hand and ascended the stage from the side steps.
Each of these ladies is stunningly beautiful, surrounded by pink lights and elves with flapping transparent wings. After getting on the stage, everyone found their seats and sat down to adjust their violins and string instruments.
"Forest Fairy Group."
Fleur Delacour explained to Amosta in a voice like silver bells,
"They are famous in France."
(End of chapter)
