Chapter 298

Seeing that the people were almost gone, Devereux nodded with satisfaction.

He took out his wand from his robe, waved it gently, and pointed it at the ordinary wooden chair.

The chair instantly transformed and rotated into a luxurious soft leather sofa. The armrests of the sofa also had a little more exquisite carvings. It looked exactly like Dumbledore's chair in the principal's office at Hogwarts.

Devereux sat on it unceremoniously and leaned back, as if he had the negotiation under control.

He asked Crouch in a relaxed tone with a slight smile.

"So, what is the outcome that the Ministry of Magic is fighting for?"

Crouch frowned almost imperceptibly.

His eyes fell on the sofa, and then turned to Devereaux's face, as if weighing the weight of the little wizard.

Although he didn't say anything, his look already showed that he was mentally prepared for Devereux to be able to perform such a skillful transformation at his age.

Devereaux saw this and sneered in his heart.

He knew very well that the Ministry of Magic must have collected a lot of information about him. After all, there was no way he wouldn't want to know about such a young man with such amazing strength who suddenly appeared.

In contrast, Karkaroff's reaction seemed more straightforward.

His eyes widened slightly, a look of shock flashed across his face, and the cold sweat on his face became more obvious.

Any previous slight toward Devereux before the show was gone.

Devereux estimated that he had always thought that he was just a little genius who was good at potions, but he never expected that he had such superb attainments in the art of transformation.

Combined with the previous blending with the Ministry of Magic, I learned some information about myself, so I am much more honest now, and of course I am more wary of Devereux's strength. This is why Devereaux wanted to show off in front of these two people. The reason for this.

Karkaroff swallowed his saliva, glanced around uneasily, and coughed slightly, trying to hide his uneasiness.

"I think...should there be a few more people present? After all, this is a very important negotiation."

Crouch raised his eyebrows and turned his gaze to Devereux, with a hint of temptation in his tone.

"Mr. Alexander, what do you think?"

Devereaux smiled inwardly, unable to discern Karkaroff's intentions.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a playful smile. He looked directly at Karkaroff, with a hint of ridicule in his tone.

"Oh? Haha, why, is our principal worried that a child like me will pose any threat to you? Don't worry, I'm only in the first grade this year."

There was a touch of sarcasm in Devereux's words, as if he was deliberately reminding Karkaroff.

Your majestic headmaster of Durmstrang is actually afraid of a first-year wizard?

Karkaroff's face suddenly turned blue and white.

His lips moved, as if he wanted to refute something, but he finally closed his mouth.

He looked at Crouch, then at Devereux, and finally did not mention the matter of finding someone to stay behind. He could only lower his head and put the proposal to rest.

Seeing that neither party raised any objections to the negotiation environment, Crouch nodded, took out a document from his briefcase and handed it to Devereux.

"These are the terms that you two have reached on this matter. If you agree and sign, we can immediately lift the curtain and allow the two schools to continue their respective road shows."

Crouch spoke calmly and explained the situation matter-of-factly.

Devereaux took the document, lowered his head and read it carefully.

The content of the document was clear: the terms stipulated that Devereault would not prevent Ministry personnel from using the human transformation potion in the future, nor would he disclose the formula for the potion. Other than that, there are almost no other restrictions. After all, Durmstrang was the one forced to give in this time.

However, a line of small print caught Devereaux's attention - the document clearly stated that the person responsible for receiving Devereaux's visit to Durmstrang would be a "senior professor", not the principal Karkaroff himself.

Devereaux frowned slightly, his eyes staying on this line of text.

His expression became intriguing, as if he was weighing the implications.

Crouch noticed his expression, tilted his head slightly and spoke in a tentative tone.

"Mr. Alexander, is there a problem?"

Devereaux slowly raised his head, looking past Crouch and landing on Karkaroff.

At this time, Karkaroff was pretending to pay attention to other corners of the booth, his eyes wandering, but his hands were always tightly placed on his waist, as if he was holding something.

Devereaux suddenly spoke, his voice calm but with a coldness that made people dare not question it.

"I don't like black people. So don't let black students or teachers receive me when the time comes."

As soon as these words came out, the air seemed to freeze.

Crouch's eyes widened and his lips opened slightly, as if he suspected that he had heard wrongly. Karkaroff's reaction was no less generous.

Tonks beside him also looked stunned, with an unbelievable look in her eyes.

When Crouch reacted, he stood up abruptly, with obvious anger in his tone.

"Mr. Alexander! We in Great Britain absolutely support racial equality! This kind of request is absolutely unacceptable!"

His voice echoed in the booth, causing Tonks to frown.

Crouch's reaction was not surprising - as a senior official at the British Ministry of Magic, he had to take a stand, especially on an occasion like this.

If the outside world knew that Hogwarts representatives made such "extraordinary" demands in international negotiations, it would not only damage the school's reputation, but also deal a huge blow to the image of the entire British wizarding community.

Devereaux was not moved at all, he just shrugged and spoke in an understatement.

"This is just my personal preference, don't get me wrong, I'm definitely not racist."

As he spoke, he also deliberately emphasized the word "absolutely", as if he was deliberately emphasizing something.

"I just recently discovered that for the sake of my own mental health, I still have to stay away from them. Durmstrang can completely refuse, and I don't mind, but there will be other requirements."

He spread his hands and looked indifferent, as if to say that this was just a trivial problem.

The anger on Crouch's face did not diminish at all.

He was about to say something else, but Karkaroff suddenly interrupted.

"no problem."

This sentence was short and powerful, but it was like a bucket of cold water poured on Crouch's head.

He froze and turned to look at Karkaroff in surprise, as if he couldn't believe what he heard.

Karkaroff had his usual smooth smile on his face, completely different from when he provoked Devereux before. He shrugged and his tone became particularly relaxed.

"Only a few of us know the content of this negotiation, and it will not be spread out. Moreover, there is only one black professor in our school. He often travels abroad and is rarely on campus. It is really easy to meet this request."

He said, leaning slightly and showing a smiling expression towards Devereux.

"Devereux, do you have any other requests? Just ask, I will try my best to meet them."

Devereaux raised his eyebrows, a meaningful light flashing in his eyes.

He did not answer in a hurry, but looked Karkaroff up and down, as if examining the change in the other person's attitude.

How could the principal who was so hostile to me just now become so "kind" now?

——

at this time.

The warm winter sun shines on the cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley, and the aroma of butterbeer and pumpkin pie fills the air, but none of this seems to have anything to do with the woman standing beside the street.

She wore a well-tailored dark gray casual dress with a dark red woolen scarf around her neck.

Putting his hands in his coat pockets, he occasionally raised his wrist to look at his watch, his movements gentle but slightly anxious.

There was no extra expression on her face, her lips pursed into a line, and her eyes wandered to the end of the street, as if waiting for something.

The wizards around her hurriedly passed by. Some were carrying smiling children, while others were carrying items they had just bought from the shop, but no one could keep her gaze for a moment.

Time seems to pass very slowly.

She looked down at her feet and lightly kicked a loose pebble with the toe of her shoe.

It looks like I've been waiting here for a while.

Suddenly a voice sounded and stopped her.

"Doctor Merlymp! Oops, I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting!"

When the lady looked up, she saw a well-dressed black man carrying a suitcase walking in her direction with an apologetic look on his face.

(Dear gentlemen, I found out today when I was searching whether there are black magic professors at Hogwarts that Snape is actually going to be played by a black man!!! I’m really convinced, my God, it’s so outrageous... ..., if this is true, I may not watch HP’s new drama...)

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