Hogwarts: Who made her a professor?

Chapter 341

Chapter 341

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Igor Karkarov fell down.

His legs were pressed tightly together, as if they were held together by superglue.

The Leg-Locking Charm, a spell Draco Malfoy mastered in his first year, is simple, easy to learn, and practical.

Lying on the ground, Igor Karkarov wished he could bury his head in a pile of fallen leaves, all the regrets of his past life rushing to his mind.

Hearing the sound of soft-soled heels behind him, Karkaroff felt even more despondent, knowing that everything he had been seeking was about to vanish.

Belvina walked slowly over with her hands behind her back, kicked Karkaroff with her foot, and helped Principal Durmstrang, who was lying on the ground, to turn over so that he was lying on his back.

"You really are pathetic, Igor," Belvina said dismissively. "I thought you'd take advantage of the fallen leaves and dirt to block my view and launch a sneak attack, but instead you chose to run away."

As she spoke, she lifted her leg, her soft-soled boot landing on Karkarov's chest.

"How disappointing," Belvina said softly. "Durmstrong really has no one else!"

Think about the incredible talents Durmstrang produced back then, and then look at the current Durmstrang principal—the difference is just too stark.

Igor Karkarov, trampled underfoot, wanted to struggle but dared not. His face, covered in mud and fallen leaves, looked extremely disheveled, and Durmstrang had completely lost face.

As if sensing that Karkarov was about to struggle, Belvina increased the pressure on her foot, and Karkarov let out a muffled groan, becoming even more afraid to struggle.

"Igor," Belvina leaned down, her long, dark hair cascading down her shoulders, "you should have known this would happen the day you came to Hogwarts with inappropriate thoughts."

Karkarov felt a chill run through his body instantly, and the sweat mixed with dirt made him look even more wretched.

He thought not only of Belvina, who had trampled him underfoot, but also of Barty Crouch's murderous gaze.

And... and the increasingly clear Dark Mark on my arm. Why is everything at Hogwarts so bad? Why is it like this?

"I am Igor Karkaroff, I am the principal of Durmstrang, you can't do this to me!" he said, his voice trembling. "You can't, you can't do this—"

"Indeed," Belvina said. "It's really inappropriate that Headmaster Durmstrang, who was invited to the Triwizard Tournament, died at the hands of Ministry of Magic officials."

Karkarov breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. It was good that he was alive; the rest could wait until after they escaped.

However, the next sentence chilled Karkarov to the bone.

"But, Igor, rules are rules that the weak must follow, because rules exist to protect the weak."

Belvina paused for a moment, then continued, "And me? I just happen to be able to break the rules and do what I want. Although not much."

Just a little, but that's enough.

As she spoke, Belvina stretched out her hand and gestured with her thumb and forefinger.

This is a gesture that is likely to be met with harsh criticism from men on the peninsula.

"No-no, no-can't do this, you can't—" Karkarov stammered, "I-I just-just didn't get a fair judgment, you can't-you can't do this to me—"

Karkaroff's voice grew softer and softer; he was almost begging Belvina to let him go.

"Stop rambling." Belvina pressed harder on her foot. "You were trying to run out of the woods just now. Were you going to find Professor Dumbledore?"

Daring not to struggle, Karkarov could only silently endure the pain, feeling as if his sternum was about to be broken.

"Why don't you guess why Dumbledore, whom you've been longing for, hasn't come looking for you yet?" Belvina asked. "Although he's over a hundred years old, he's still very agile."

With things said to this point, how could Karkaroff not guess the reason? He finally realized that Dumbledore wouldn't come to save him, and perhaps Belvina's actions today had Dumbledore's tacit approval!

"Why don't you try to guess again? Guess why I brought you into this forest?" Belvina continued. "I could have just finished you off by the lake and made you disappear in front of everyone."

At that moment, Karkarov wanted to cry, to shed tears of regret. He had probably guessed Belvina's intentions.

"Dumbledore, you know, he always likes to give others another chance," Belvina said to herself. "So, he'll definitely stop me, and since I can't beat him, I can only avoid him!"

"You can't—you can't do that—" Karkaroff pleaded, "Killing me will do you no good!"

Igor Karkarov shouted with all his might, and suddenly raised his hands, trying to remove the foot that was stepping on him.

However, Karkaroff's legs were locked by magic, and he couldn't use his hands to move Belvina. Instead of moving her, he felt like his chest was about to be crushed.

"Don't struggle, I'm quick, you won't feel any pain," Belvina said lightly, pointing her acacia wand at Karkaroff as he tried to resist.

Igor Karkarov felt as if the blood in his body was about to freeze.

"You may not know this, but a group of giant eight-eyed spiders live in the Forbidden Forest. They like to eat humans," Belvina continued. "After you die, I will throw your body into the spider's nest, where they will devour you completely."

Karkarov's eyes began to lose focus, and even his pupils became dilated.

He couldn't see Belvina's spellcasting gestures clearly, but he saw the green light and heard the incredibly familiar incantation.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Green light filled the fields, fallen leaves fluttered in the air, and mud splashed everywhere.

After an unknown amount of time, perhaps as long as a century, Igor Karkarov slowly opened his eyes.

Karkarov greedily inhaled the air, the wonderful, fresh, and cool air brushing against his sweaty face. He had never known before that breathing was the happiest thing in the world.

Despite the throbbing pain in his cheeks and head, and the bulging feeling in his chest as if it were about to explode, Karkaroff couldn't care less. All he wanted to do was breathe deeply and savor the feeling of being alive.

"You don't really think I'm going to kill you, do you?"

A voice like that of a vengeful demon rang out. Karkaroff turned his head to look in the direction the voice came from, and saw Belvina pinching her nose.

Stay far away.

"I won't kill you. Although you are repulsive, you don't deserve to die," Belvina continued, her voice sounding somewhat muffled.

Karkarov opened his mouth, as if to say something, but his rapid breathing prevented him from uttering a complete syllable.

"I was just trying to scare you by throwing you into the spider's nest. This is Hogwarts, and Dumbledore knows you chased me into the woods," Belvina continued. "If you suddenly disappeared, it would definitely be related to me, and that would be a real problem."

It was just "too much trouble," Karkaroff suddenly felt that he would rather be dead.

"However, the giant eight-eyed spider is real, I'm not kidding you," Belvina continued. "Giant eight-eyed spiders are ferocious by nature and have a taste for human flesh. They have been living in this forest for half a century."

Karkaroff swallowed hard; he would rather die at Belvina's hands than become the giant spider's meal.

"I'm leaving now to go back to the lakeside and announce the results. As for you, you can stay here and rest. I'm sure it won't be long before..."

The giant eight-eyed spider will come looking for it, drawn by the scent.

"Kill me! Don't let me fall into the hands of the eight-eyed giant spider!" Karkaroff screamed hysterically. "Kill me! Please!"

"That won't do, murder is illegal," Belvina firmly refused. "You can just lie here."

As she spoke, Belvina, covering her mouth and nose, walked to Karkarov's side.

She continued in a muffled voice, "Besides waiting to die, you can also pray, pray that your students will be willing to enter this forest to find you."

"Kill me, please!" Karkaroff closed his eyes in agony. He suddenly felt that the air in the forest was anything but fresh.

Every tiny sound was like a spider approaching.

"When you pray, remember to pray that your student arrives faster than the giant spider," Belvina said. "Do you think Viktor Krum can save you from the giant spider's massive claws?"

With his last ounce of strength, Karkaroff pleaded, "Kill me!"

The next second, Karkaroff suddenly found himself unable to move, his limbs pressed tightly against his body.

"To prevent you from killing yourself before the eight-eyed giant spider finds you, I have no choice but to bind you with a full-body binding spell. You can just wait here to die, Igor."

Karkarov lay on the ground as hard as a board, his upper and lower jaws locked together, unable to make a sound. Only his eyes could move, staring in terror at Belvina as she walked past him.

"By the way, if you manage to escape with your life, you're welcome to come and seek revenge anytime," Belvina said as she walked. "Even if you were standing behind Dumbledore, no one could save you then."

As she was speaking, Belvina suddenly stopped, looking somewhat hesitant.

"However, I sincerely advise against seeking revenge against me, and you know why," she said. "If you're lucky enough to survive today, then run away, run away to a place where no one can find you."

After saying that, the sound of soft-soled heels echoed again in the woods, gradually fading into the distance.

Igor Karkarov lay there in terror and helplessness, unable to move, his senses amplified to an extreme degree.

He seemed to hear the giant eight-eyed spider crawling, as if he could hear its giant claws clicking and waving, as if he could hear the giant eight-eyed spider chewing itself.

However, the colony of eight-eyed giant spiders living in the Forbidden Forest had long been burned to the ground.

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