bioinnovel Chapter 351 Under the Public Eye
Chapter 351 Under the Public Eye
Chapter 351 Under the Public Eye
That evening, guests and hosts enjoyed themselves immensely at number twelve Grimmauld Place.
Dumbledore looked very happy; he had finally eaten at the Midnight Diner that Basil had mentioned.
Sirius and Lupin were also very happy, partly because they tasted different styles of delicious food, and partly because they were glad they hadn't been poisoned.
Belvina wasn't unhappy at all. She had worked hard to prepare a sumptuous dinner, and seeing everyone enjoying it was naturally something to be happy about.
The next day, Belvina left Grimmauld Place, but instead of returning directly to Hogwarts, she went to Fertile Ground.
In the long-lost Fertile Plains, Belvina first chatted with the grumpy old man Marius, and then received a shower of compliments from the house-elf Dobby.
However, Belvina did not stay in the Fertile Plain for long. Although life there was leisurely and made one want to slow down, by the afternoon, Belvina returned to the school with her large bags and bundles to continue her high-class work as a slave—or rather, to continue her noble educational career.
The first thing Belvina did upon returning to Hogwarts was to find Harry and exchange the large bundles she had brought back for his Marauder's Map.
These "packages" were all carefully prepared by the house-elf Dobby, and they were all gifts for Harry.
Therefore, Belvina didn't lose out at all; you could say she got the right to use Marauder's Map by doing it for free.
"I solemnly swear that I will not do good deeds."
Instantly, fine lines of ink spread from where the tip of the acacia stick had touched, transforming the seemingly ordinary parchment into a magical map.
Back in her office, Belvina sat by the window, spread the Marauder's Map out on the table, and carefully examined the details of the castle and the grounds.
There are also small black dots labeled with names.
Dumbledore was walking in the headmaster's office, Professor McGonagall was motionless in her office, and Filch was leading Mrs. Lorris around the corridor.
And then there's Basilda, the ancient rune sweetheart, also holed up in the lounge, either studying runes or sneaking snacks.
While marveling at Sirius and his friends' creativity in their youth, Belvina subconsciously shifted her gaze to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
As expected, his name was marked next to the small black dot in the classroom: Alastor Moody.
Then, Belvina turned her gaze to the outside of the castle, trying to identify the dozen or so names crowded together by the Black Lake.
Very good, very good. Igor Kakalo is still at school, still on Durmstrang's big ship.
I wonder how well Karkaroff's wounded heart has recovered.
"Prank over!" Belvina tapped the Marauder's Map with her wand.
The magical Marauder's Map instantly reverted to an ordinary old parchment, all the fine ink lines disappearing.
"May Merlin be with you, poor Igor," Belvina Critics Black whispered. "I hope you won't be scared to death by what's coming."
For the next few days, everything at Hogwarts went as usual.
No unidentified people broke in, and no one went missing; the place was calm and undisturbed.
As the weather gets warmer, the warm sunlight shines on the earth, and everyone takes off their heavy winter clothes to warmly embrace the bright spring sunshine.
More and more students are strolling along the Black Lake. They are either picking up stones to skip across the water, waving to the giant squid swimming in the distance, or sometimes rolling up their trousers to feel the coolness of the Black Lake.
On the fifth floor of the castle, Belvina stood by the window, gazing at the Black Lake, with a live map of points, its lines crisscrossing in ink, lying beside her.
In recent days, in addition to trying to cast spells with her hazel wand every day, Belvina has had another daily task: keeping an eye on Igor Karkaroff.
Every morning, noon, and evening, she would swear on time that she would not do anything bad, and use the Marauder's Map to confirm that Karkaroff was still at school and that the target of her operation had not left Hogwarts without permission.
Through this period of observation, Belvina can now call out the names of all the Durmstrang students, but Karkarov still hasn't disembarked.
Whether it was his unhealed heartbreak or his shame at seeing people, Igor Karkarov stayed in his cabin the whole time and never even went to the deck.
Belvina, who was standing by the window, looked away and checked the Marauder's Map one last time.
Then, Belvina drew her wand, and just as she was about to say "Prank over," the little black dot representing Karkaroff suddenly moved.
You've misread it, you've definitely misread it.
Belvina rubbed her eyes and carefully looked at the dense cluster of tiny black dots along the lakeshore.
Today at Hogwarts, the sky was clear and the breeze was gentle. Many students were playing and having fun by the lake, so it's normal to be a little confused.
After a while, the small black dot representing Karkaroff moved again. Although the movement was very small, Belvina was certain that she had not seen wrong or her eyes were playing tricks on her.
Belvina immediately put down the Marauder's Map, raised her binoculars, and looked at the large ship anchored on the shore of Black Lake—Igor Karkarov had actually come out of the cabin.
Even without binoculars, one could not be mistaken, for Karkaroff, who came aboard the deck, was wearing a silver-white fur cloak.
Most of the students by the Black Lake were wearing plain black robes.
Under Belvina's watchful gaze, Karkarov, wearing an inappropriate cloak, stepped off the large ship; the silver-white cloak stood out even more against his plain black robe.
"Merlin's beard! That bastard's still such a show-off," Belvina muttered. "Wait, the important thing is, why did he suddenly get off the ship? Has he had a change of heart?"
On the shore of Black Lake, as Igor Karkarov suddenly stepped off the large ship, many students stopped what they were doing and secretly looked at him.
Some students were bolder; their eyes were fixed on Karkarov, following his every move.
"Look, it's Karkarov, Durmstrang's Karkarov!"
"What's he doing here? He hasn't shown up for so long. I thought he went back to Durmstrang!"
"I heard that Karkarov has been staying in his cabin all day. I heard he's sick, apparently he caught a cold and then had a fever."
A murmur quickly rose from the lakeshore as the students secretly observed Karkarov and whispered among themselves.
To this day, no one knows what happened at the end of the second event, or why magical light appeared near the referee.
Everyone knew one thing: after the second project, Professor Igor Karkarov, the principal of Durmstrang and the referee of the Triwizard Tournament, never appeared again.
According to Durmstrang students, their principal, Professor Karkaroff, was ill and needed to rest, which is why he had been staying on the ship.
"He has a fever? That can't be right. I heard he's very ill, almost dying!"
"That shouldn't be the case. If he's about to die, shouldn't he leave Hogwarts even more?"
"Shh! Keep your voice down, he's looking over here!"
Hearing the whispers around him and feeling the gazes directed his way, Igor Karkarov grew increasingly ashamed and indignant, clenching his teeth and fists tightly.
Karkarov recalled the agony he had endured that day, being left in the woods, lying there motionless, silently awaiting death.
Karkaroff didn't encounter the Grim Reaper known as the Eight-Eyed Spider, but instead met Viktor Krum with a new pair of trousers.
Then, the frozen-hardened Principal Durmstrang was quietly carried out of the Forbidden Forest by Durmstrang students and quietly carried back to the sailboat.
At that moment, Igor Karkarov grasped the true meaning of life: one can die, but one cannot become socially dead.
Unsurprisingly, Karkarov, who had died in the community, fell ill due to severe exposure to the cold.
Physical illnesses can be treated with medicine, but how can psychological wounds be healed?
The overwhelming force from Belvina, coupled with the fear of his impending death, left Karkaroff severely ill. He was confined to his bed and required constant care from his students.
This was another devastating blow to a healthy adult, and Igor Karkarov's condition worsened.
Today, Karkaroff finally mustered the courage to step off Durmstrang's ship, only to be met with gossip from the Hogwarts students. Karkaroff felt a sudden dizziness, and the sun high in the sky seemed exceptionally bright.
thump!
Igor Karkarov collapsed; he collapsed in front of everyone!
Students on the lakeshore immediately gathered around, wanting to see what was wrong with Karkarov and why he had suddenly fainted.
The Durmstrang students on the large ship slowly disembarked, gently separating themselves from the Hogwarts students, and slowly gathered around their unconscious headmaster.
"Take him away," Viktor Krum said in a low voice. "He's unconscious."
"Carry it away? Carry it where?" Poliaco asked. "Back to the ship, Viktor?"
Krum thought for a moment and said, "Let's take him to the school infirmary inside the castle and let Mrs. Pomfrey take a look."
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, four Durmstrang students lifted the unconscious Igor Karkarov up.
Two men held Karkarov's legs and two men grabbed his arms, and that's how they carried him into the castle.
On the fifth floor of the castle, Belvina, standing by the window, lowered her binoculars.
"Oh, streaking Gorgon, Karkaroff can't die at Hogwarts!"