bioinnovel Chapter 284 The Passion of Karkaroff
Chapter 284 The Passion of Karkaroff
Chapter 284 The Passion of Karkaroff
"I can't believe it, Viktor Krum!"
"I can't believe he's still a student! He's the best Seeker in the world!"
"If only I had a quill pen with me, would he sign it for me?"
"Do you think he'll sign my hat with lipstick? Anywhere else is fine too!"
At this moment, the Hogwarts students were following Durmstrang and his group, lining up to climb the stone steps and enter the warm and bright castle.
The appearance of Viktor Krum caused a stir among most of the Hogwarts students, who collectively became his fans and wanted to see him more clearly.
The boys jumped up and down, extremely excited; the girls chattered and frantically searched their pockets; and a small group of students had rosy cheeks, wishing they could pull Krum's muscular body into their arms.
The Hogwarts students were almost frantic with excitement, while the Durmstrang students were quiet. They walked silently through the foyer and stood silently at the entrance to the Great Hall.
Viktor Krum and his fellow alumni were unsure where to sit, so they stood together at the auditorium entrance, waiting for Principal Karkarov to make their arrangements.
However, Igor Karkarov seemed oblivious to the student's embarrassment, continuing to walk forward with his head down, his thin face ashen.
Anyone could see that Professor Karkaroff was very unhappy at this moment. As the principal of Durmstrang, he had been humiliated one after another, and his face was worth less than a shoe insole.
"Wealth and honor should not be returned to one's hometown, for it is like wearing fine clothes at night." Karkarov originally intended to show off his wealth.
Therefore, Karkaroff deliberately delayed, allowing Durmstrang's delegation to arrive last and make a grand entrance before Hogwarts and Beauxbatons.
Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. The students of Beauxbatons entered the castle early, and Belvina and Barty Crouch joined forces to give Karkaroff a humiliating defeat.
Aside from successfully showing off Quidditch World Superstar Viktor Krum, nothing went smoothly for Karkaroff tonight.
"Professor, Professor Karkaroff," Krum swaggered over, "which table should we sit at?"
Whether it was due to a cold or something he was born with, Viktor Krum always had a gloomy look on his face, as if everyone owed him money.
Karkarov looked up and glanced around the auditorium, then said, "Over there," he pointed, "you all go to that table."
Karkaroff was pointing towards the long table in Slytherin House; he hadn't chosen it randomly.
Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry does not accept Muggle-born individuals, while Slytherin House is a pure-blood institution, and neither school likes Muggle-born individuals.
Therefore, nothing is more suitable for Durmstrang students than the Slytherin House table.
With Karkaroff's permission, Krum led his fellow students to sit down at the Slytherin table.
Seeing Viktor Krum take his seat, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff were disappointed. They had wanted to sit with Krum, hoping to get a To sign.
Only the Ravenclaw students remained relatively calm, because Beauxbatons' classmates had chosen them early on, although the Beauxbatons girls seemed rather dissatisfied.
Just as the students from the three magic schools were finding their seats, Karkaroff, who had just entered the auditorium, suddenly heard strange footsteps behind him.
Tong·..Tong·..Tong·.·
Igor Karkarov turned around in confusion and saw Alastor Moody limping towards him with his wooden prosthetic leg.
Instantly, Karkaroff's gloomy face turned deathly pale, revealing a terrifying expression of mixed resentment and fear.
"It's him!" Karkaroff muttered. "How did he end up at Hogwarts!"
Tong——.——.Tong——————.Tong——.——·
Alastor Moody stood before Karkaroff, dragging his crippled leg, his bright blue demonic eyes darting around.
Igor Karkarov forced a smile and said in a sweet, mellow voice, "Old buddy Alastor, I really didn't expect to see you here!"
It was still that extremely hypocritical smile, coupled with empty and fake enthusiasm.
Despite harboring resentment towards the Auror who had captured him years ago, Karkaroff greeted him with a smile, determined not to provoke Moody.
No matter what Alastor Moody says or does, Karkarov will ignore it and wait until after the three-way championship is over.
Come on, let the storm rage on!
However, Karkaroff did not hear Moody's deep voice; instead, he only heard strange footsteps.
Tong.—.—Tong—..—Tong—.·
Alastor Moody didn't say a word, dragging his crippled leg further and further away, leaving only Karkarov with a graying back of his head.
Instantly, a flush rose on Karkaroff's thin face. Moody's silence was more painful than killing him!
"Ah, Professor Karkaroff may not know yet—"
Just then, Belvina's voice rang out softly behind Karkarov, as if she had predicted the exact moment.
She continued, "Alastor Moody is now a professor at Hogwarts, which means you'll be seeing him at the school every day from now on."
No matter how you listen to or think about it, her words carried a hint of schadenfreude.
Karkaroff's flushed face turned deathly pale in an instant.
The Ministry of Magic's most outstanding Auror is now a professor at Hogwarts? Do you even know what you're talking about?!
A single sentence, yet it caused such great harm. Karkaroff immediately felt a surge of heat rush to the back of his head, followed by waves of headache and dizziness.
Belvina and Barty Crouch alone were enough to cause trouble, and with Alastor Moody as his living father, Professor Karkaroff felt that his life was bleak and he could not see a glimmer of light.
"Oh, right! I almost forgot about the other person!" Belvina snapped her fingers.
Dizzy and disoriented, Karkaroff looked at Belvina with a bewildered expression, his once cold and sharp eyes now filled with pleading: Please, please don't say any more.
"Oh dear! How could I forget Severus! Severus Snape!" Belvina said with a smile. "Professor Karkaroff, you must have known him quite well in the past!"
We're so familiar with each other, how could we not be?
At the Ministry of Magic hearing that year, Karkaroff denounced a group of Death Eaters in exchange for his freedom.
Among the Death Eaters betrayed by Karkaroff was Severus Snape. If it weren't for Dumbledore vouching for him...
Snape is also going to Azkaban.
Hearing familiar names and seeing familiar faces.
All thoughts of returning home in glory vanished, and the high spirits he had when he first arrived at Hogwarts were nowhere to be found.
Karkarov now misses Durmstrang terribly, he misses Durmstrang's four-story castle, and he misses Durmstrang's vast grounds and magnificent scenery.
Just as Karkaroff was fondly reminiscing about the good old days at Durmstrang, Belvina, who was adept at kicking someone when they were down, spoke up once again, once again plunging the principal of Durmstrang into despair.
She said, "Ah—Hogwarts doesn't have a Quidditch superstar like Krum, how enviable! Luckily, we still have the boy who survived, did you see him just now, Professor Karkaroff?"
As she spoke, Belvina gestured with her chin toward the Gryffindor table.
Karkaroff was completely stunned, staring at Harry Potter as if he couldn't believe his eyes.
As if sensing someone was watching him, Harry, who was sitting at the Gryffindor table, turned around and met Karkaroff's staring gaze.
"Yes, Professor Karkaroff has a good eye, that's Harry Potter," Belvina continued. "Poor child, orphaned at such a young age, so pitiful."
"Miss Black!" Karkaroff said harshly, "You've been talking too much tonight." His voice was no longer the mellow, sweet tone he usually had.
"Nonsense, that's just how I am. I tend to talk a lot in front of people I know well. Please forgive me, Professor Karkaroff," Belvina said with a forced smile. "I thought we were old friends now!"
Listening to Belvina's sarcastic remarks, Igor Karkarov was furious, and his goatee began to twitch slightly again.
If this weren't Hogwarts, if there weren't so many eyes watching, Karkaroff would have loved to teach Belvina a lesson and show her that Death Eaters aren't to be trifled with!
Unfortunately, this was the bustling Great Hall of Hogwarts, and Karkaroff dared not do anything out of line in front of everyone, so he had to swallow his anger and wait for another day.
Igor Karkarov glared fiercely at Belvina, then ignored her malicious smile and strode toward the innermost part of the auditorium.
Belvina remained where she was, staring at Karkaroff's retreating figure until he walked to the principal's seat and sat down, at which point she looked away.
The repeated provocations and humiliations of Igor Karkarov may seem like personal revenge, but that is not the case.
Belvina provoked Karkaroff repeatedly in order to provoke his anger and make it difficult for him to remain rational.
If successful, the mentally unstable former Death Eaters might take risks and expose their weaknesses.
Even if she failed to provoke Kakaro, at least she could make him furious, which would give Belvina a good sense of satisfaction.
In Belvina's view, this was a sure-fire way to make money.
Therefore, she has to do this tonight, otherwise she'll feel terrible.
Once all the students had entered the auditorium and taken their seats at their respective college tables, the faculty members gradually returned to their seats.
The faculty seating arrangement was slightly different tonight. Two chairs had been added to each side of Dumbledore's principal's seat. One side was occupied by Mrs. Maxim and Barty Crouch, while the other side was occupied by Karkaroff alone.
The empty seat next to Igor Karkarov belonged to Belvina, but she did not sit down.
Under Karkarov's undisguised look of hatred, Belvina circled around the chair before returning to Bassheda's side.
Seeing Belvina tactfully walk away, Professor Karkaroff, who had been on tenterhooks, breathed a sigh of relief. At least he wouldn't have to face that malicious smile during the meal.
Igor Karkarov thought his ordeal was over for the time being, but little did he know that his suffering had only just begun.