Chapter 550: Karkaroff

Ron looked left and right for Krum, and his question was answered almost immediately.

By this time they had reached the Slytherin table, and Karkaroff hurried over to his students.

"Now, go back to the ship," he said. "How are you, Viktor? Have you taken your medicines? Are you full? Shall I send some warmed wine from the galley? "

Krum shook his head sullenly, and put on the fur cloak again.

"Professor, I'd like some wine," said another Durmstrang boy, salivating.

"I didn't ask you, Polyarko," said Karkaroff sternly, his fatherly gentleness disappearing in an instant, "I noticed that you dripped food on the front of your robe again, Clean it up quickly, you nasty boy..."

Karkaroff turned and led his student towards the door.

They happened to walk to the door at the same time as Ivan, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Colin, Ginny, Fred, and George.

Everyone stopped and let Karkaroff go first.

"Thanks," Karkaroff said casually, glancing at them.

Suddenly, Karkaroff was completely stunned, his gaze resting on Harry.

He turned his head back to Harry, staring at him as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

Durmstrang's students followed behind the headmaster and also stopped.

Karkaroff's eyes moved slowly to Harry's face, fixing on the scar.

Durmstrang's students also looked at Harry curiously, and they could see some enlightened expressions on their faces.

The boy with the dripping soup on his chest stabbed the girl next to him, and pointed at Harry's forehead without concealment.

Krum also looked at Harry with scrutiny, and then fell on Ivan and Hermione.

Ivan looked at him, feeling that Krum's eyes seemed to have some kind of strange emotion.

Realizing that Ivan was looking at him again, Krum hurriedly turned his head to the other side.

This was really strange, they had known each other at the Quidditch World Cup last time, why did Krum hide from himself? !

"You are..." Karkaroff said slowly.

"Yes, that's Harry Potter," said an angry voice behind them.

Karkaroff turned sharply to find Mad-Eye Moody standing there.

He leaned heavily on his crutches, his magic eye staring unblinkingly at Durmstrang's Headmaster.

Karkaroff's face turned pale, revealing a hideous mixture of resentment and fear.

"It's you!" he said, staring blankly at Moody, as if he wasn't sure he saw him.

"It's me," said Moody grimly. "Unless you have something to say to Potter, Karkaroff, go right ahead, you're blocking the door."

At this time, half of the students in the auditorium were waiting behind them.

People behind scramble over the shoulders of those in front to see what is causing the traffic jam.

Professor Karkaroff didn't say anything more, he waved his hand and led his students away.

Moody stared at him until he was out of sight.

His magical eye was fixed on Karkaroff's back, and an expression of extreme disgust appeared on his incomplete face.

Facing Karkaroff, Keresis's reaction was a little too excited even if he was pretending to be Moody.

Ivan thought for a while, separated from the crowd, and told everyone that he was going to say hello to Gabriel and the others before going back.

Instead, he followed Moody down a remote side staircase to the deserted third-floor office.

"Boy, I reminded you, we'd better have less contact!" Keresis said through gritted teeth.

At this time, they were standing in the dark corridor, even if they were very close, they couldn't see each other clearly.

"You seem to have a grudge against Karkaroff?" Ivan asked directly, ignoring the other party's reminder.

"That cunning guy has caused me and my people a lot of trouble in the Nordic region. That's my own business, and I will solve it. You just need to know that Karkaroff is very dangerous. Don't be fooled by his appearance. Blinded." Keresis said in a low voice, "He's a Death Eater."

"It used to be, he has betrayed Voldemort, but it is undeniable that he is indeed dangerous." Ivan paused and continued to ask, "However, it should not be the focus of our current attention. Did you find that person tonight? ? Could it be Barty Crouch?!"

"Barty Crouch is obviously being controlled. I saw it with my own eyes, but I can't be sure if he is a fake from that person. I repeat, he didn't believe me and didn't tell me his plan at all!" Kay Resis lowered his voice and said, "I came here to attract everyone's attention. This is the task Voldemort gave me, and it is also the punishment for my failure last time. Well, if you don't want me to be discovered immediately, then leave immediately Here, go back to sleep!"

Ivan turned and left, it seemed that Keresis knew no more than him.

When Ivan returned to the common room, all the little wizards gathered there to discuss the Goblet of Fire.

Fred and George are selling their aging pills, surrounded by a crowd.

It seems that if the aging agent is indeed effective after verification tomorrow, they seem to plan to buy it.

Hermione ignored them, holding a thick book in her hand, and was constantly recording something.

Ivan said hello and went back to his bedroom alone.

He took out the Marauder's Map, laid it on the bed, and tapped it lightly with his wand.

Ivan quickly searched for Barty Crouch Jr.'s name on it. In Dumbledore's office, he saw Dumbledore, Karkaroff, Mrs. Maxim, Barty Crouch, Ludo Bagman is all there.

The five of them seemed to be chatting about something, because Barty Crouch Jr. had the same name as his father, so it was not sure if it was him.

Aiwen slid his finger down gently, gliding across the names of familiar people.

Everyone in Beauxbatons was living in their carriage and was walking to the vicinity.

The students of Durmstrang have already returned to the boat. On the map, there is a cloud of white mist at the position of the lake, covering everyone's names, and they can't see anything clearly. Protection magic makes the Marauder's Map useless.

It seems that Durmstrang still needs to find another opportunity to verify it.

Ai Wen searched carefully again before putting away the Marauder's Map.

He looked at the ceiling and thought about it again. If he were Barty Crouch Jr., how would he act? !

Voldemort, Keresis, Karkaroff, Barty Crouch Jr., Barty Crouch, the faces of several people kept spinning in his mind. He had a feeling that this incident seemed to be It will not develop in the direction I expected... (To be continued.)

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