Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Maca stepped into Durmstrang Castle under the gaze of a large number of students.

Unlike Hogwarts, Durmstrang’s castle has only four floors, but it is still very impressive.Compared with Hogwarts Castle, its architectural style is less rounded and more angular.

Around the castle, there is a vast expanse of land.Except for a few days in the summer where the snow will melt slightly, most of the other periods are in a state of whiteness.

And behind the castle, there is a large lake that never freezes by magic, and several mountains that look particularly high.In addition to Durmstrang’s ships, which will sink and float in the lake, occasionally some unknown ghost ships will appear or disappear there.

The perennial low temperature environment makes the students here wear thick coats.Although they don't want the bloated Muggle winter clothes because of the materials they make, most of the girls here can't show off their attractive posture.

Right now, the summer here is almost over.If not, Maca can still experience the wonder that is ranked first among the specialty products of Liedemstrang College-the extreme summer day.

"I'll take you to the principal's room first." Krum seemed reluctant to say.

To be honest, since Igor Karkaroff took office as the principal, many parents of students have taken their children out of school because of his ruthlessness.

In terms of his reputation alone, I am afraid it is a record low for Durmstrang College.

The number of students in this school, where there were not many students originally, seems even smaller now.Maca followed Krum all the way through several promenades, except for the occasional portraits on the wall where people would casually glance at them, they didn't run into a few people.

"Are all the students on the boat just now?" Maca asked curiously.

"Yes, since the headmaster took office..." Krum shook his head and didn't finish his words, but he had already expressed his meaning very clearly.

"Boom boom"

The two quickly came to the left side of the highest level of the castle, where the principal's office was.

"Come in."

An indifferent voice rang, Krum immediately opened the door and gestured towards Maca.Obviously, he himself does not want to follow up.

Maca nodded indifferently, and walked in calmly.

This headmaster's office looks very spacious, and because there are windows on both sides, the lighting here is still good before the sun goes down.

On the right hand side of the entrance, a row of tall bookshelves leaned against the wall side by side, and the books above them were neatly arranged. It seemed that no one would fetch them, but they were purely for decoration.

When Maca looked to the deepest part of the room, he saw a tall and thin wizard with short white hair and a curly goatee on his chin.

He was standing behind a large desk, staring at Maca firmly with his old face, his eyes cold and sharp.

"Hello, Mr. Karkaroff." Maca spoke first and greeted calmly.

"Yes, hello...Mr. McLean, who has a great reputation in the Quidditch World Cup." Karkaroff's sharp eyes kept staring at Maca without even blinking his eyelids.

The magic wand he held in his hand all the time shook, and a piece of gray piled up paper suddenly floated from the tabletop, and flew towards Maca with a "crash" whirl.

Maca pulled out the wand hidden in his sleeve and shook it lightly. The stack of paper immediately got out of Karkaroff's control and stopped firmly in front of Maca.

He waved his magic wand again, the paper stretched out, and the information on it immediately caught Maca's eyes.

This is the latest "Daily Prophet", and the front page headline is a large piece of news reprimanding Maca for making the World Cup finals.

In the center of this news, the scene of Maca riding a flying broomstick and more than a dozen Death Eaters standing behind was vividly taken by the reporter-well, after all, this is a magical photo. If anyone can't move, then It can only be because that person is already half dead.

"I thought I could be taken cooler. After all, getting a headline on the front page is a major event that hasn't happened a few times in my life... Oh, yes, columnist Rita Skeeter, can write this.' There is probably no one else besides her for the wonderful article."

Maca nodded the name in the newspaper with the tip of his staff, and then waved it casually.

The newspaper was instantly folded and folded, and then lased at Karkaroff at a faster speed than before.Just as Karkaroff frowned and stretched out his magic wand to plan the next, the newspaper suddenly lost its flight speed, and the entire copy became icy blue, on the desk in front of him. It fell into a piece of fine ice.

"Stop playing these little tricks, Karkaroff." Maca put away the false smile on his face and said blankly. "Isn’t it clear enough in my letter? Do you want to go to Voldemort for a walk? Suffer?"

"Damn it! Don't mention that name here!" Karkarov became nervous at once, for him, the name meant taboo.

Maca looked at him calmly, staring at Karkaroff a little hairy, and then pacing towards Karkaroff step by step.

"I had a riot that attracted his attention. He probably couldn't think of dealing with you as a traitor for the time being-but you should understand that for you, it is just the difference between a little earlier and a little later..."

Maca stood still at the desk and saw Karkaroff's eyes flickering. He couldn't help but sneered: "Don't think about running away, do you think you can get away?"

When Maca immediately pointed out his thoughts, Karkaroff's hand immediately trembled.

As a former Death Eater, as a traitor who betrayed Voldemort in order to leave Azkaban and confessed the list of Death Eaters, how could the Dark Lord who had returned let him go?

"Avada--" "Bang!"

As the principal of Durmstrang College who advocates duels and is keen on teaching combat magic, although Karkaroff is far less powerful and invincible than Dumbledore, his fighting ability is definitely not weak.

When he decided to shoot at Maca, he had already understood the strength of Maca, and he had already prepared a series of responses, and the subsequent spells even had a dozen!

But Karkaroff couldn't imagine that when he stretched out his wand to Maca, he was greeted with a fist.

"Except for your weapons."

Karkaroff's wand just flew into the corner of the room.

"Oh, sorry..." Maca retracted his fist and rubbed his mouth with a grin. "I'm used to playing dementors in Azkaban. This is really not for you."

"You...what do you want!" Karkaroff fell on the chair, looking flustered, a layer of fine sweat oozing out of his forehead, "You have somehow sent a letter to threaten me, now Come to my office to taunt me...what do you want from me?"

"Didn't I have made it very clear in the letter? It's just a Durmstrang transfer student quota. Take me to Hogwarts by the way..." Maca said, "You know, Triwizard Tournament."

"you know--"

"Of course I know," Maca immediately interrupted Karkaroff's nonsense and continued, "I also know that this time not only restarted the Triwizard Tournament, but also made its final rewards more attractive. , Isn't it?"

"Do you even know this? You... don't you and Dumbledore..." Karkaroff was almost speechless by the information that Maca revealed intentionally or unintentionally.

"So, this will be your only chance." Maca recruited Karkaroff's wand and threw it back into Karkaroff's hands. "Cooperate with us, and you may be able to be yours at ease. The principal; if you don’t cooperate with us, then you are ready to escape at any time!"

"...Yes, that's right... Then he was caught in any corner, and he personally sent you to have afternoon tea with Death."

Karkaroff grabbed the wand in his hand again, and for a long time, he still slumped on the chair and waved his hand in frustration.

"It's up to you, just do what you say..." Karkaroff said weakly, "I understand completely. In this world, everything depends on strength."

"Maybe!" Maca said non-committal. "By the way, should you correct your stinking problem? How many students are there in the school?"

"You don't need to worry about it!" Karkaroff said impatiently.

"Students are the background, if you can manage it carefully, you won't be thinking about running away now."

Maca pointed out the window, where there were scattered students who were still arguing, talking and laughing. Although the number was small, they faintly showed the vitality that a school should have.

Karkaroff stood up on his back, turned his head and looked out, and gradually lost his senses. He didn't even notice when Maca left.

"It's better to let him use his brains than to run away with his mind. At least it can be a distraction!" Maca thought, walking in the slightly empty corridor.

Now, let's move forward a bit...

In fact, not long after Maca left the World Cup, the British Ministry of Magic had already messed up.

All kinds of roaring letters from all over the world are like bombing, and the Ministry of Magic is full of scattered confetti and roaring sounds.

The news of the "Daily Prophet" also added fire to the chaos every day, picking up some unnecessary details and reprimanding the officials of the Ministry of Magic.

No, Ron's father, Mr. Weasley, suffered.

The newspaper claimed that shortly after the appearance of the Dark Mark, a Ministry official showed up.He claimed that no one had been harmed, but refused to disclose more details.But just an hour later, a few corpses were lifted out of the woods.

Although the newspaper said that this was just a rumor for the time being, how could readers pay attention to this.

The writer of this news is naturally the Rita Skeeter who always loves to do nothing and is full of gimmicks.Her manuscripts have always been tricky angles, which are very appealing to readers who are afraid of the world.

"I don't know how Hermione is, she hasn't heard anything since she went home..." Ron said to Harry next to him, "We should go and see her.") Download the free reader!!