Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Dear Lady Maxime," he said, "Welcome to Hogwarts."

"Dumbledore," said Madame Maxime in a low voice, "I wish you all the best."

"Very good, thank you," said Dumbledore.

"My student," Madame Maxime said, waving a large hand casually behind her.

By this time about a dozen or so boys and girls had disembarked from the carriage and were now standing behind Madame Maxime. Judging from their appearance, they were all about eighteen or nineteen years old, and all of them were shaking slightly. This is not surprising, since the robes on their bodies appear to be made of fine silk, and no one is wearing a cape. A few students covered their heads with scarves or headscarves, and occasionally a few showed their faces with a wary look.

Malfoy suddenly felt that he was firmly locked by a gaze, and his intuition was now quite sensitive, allowing him to perceive some "hostile" actions.

Then Malfoy looked in that direction, and saw a tall girl staring closely in his direction.

Even though her face was hidden under the hood, Malfoy had guessed who she was.

"Big brother!" Gabriel, who was behind Furong, was holding one hand tightly with her sister, and the other hand lightly took off the scarf around her neck, desperately facing Malfoy He waved his little hand in the direction of his eyes, his bright eyes were full of excitement, and he silently shouted with his mouth.

Then it seemed that Furong glared at her fiercely, and Gabriel lowered her head aggrievedly.

"Don't show him any more! Don't talk to him." Furong gently pinched Gabrielle's white and tender face and said word by word.

"Then you're not allowed either." Gabriel muttered softly.

"I'm the elder sister, you are the younger sister, you have to listen to me, you know?" Furong put on the majesty of an elder sister, but Gabriel seemed not to take it.

"I was staring at his photos printed on the newspaper from time to time at home, but I'm embarrassed to say something about me." Gabrielle made a weird face at Furong at this time, sticking her tongue out at her.

"I did that to remember what the "enemy" looked like." Furong said with some lack of confidence, no one could see the expression under her hood, but it could be guessed.

"Is Karkaroff here?" asked Mrs. Maxime, but it made Sister Fleur stop this little "argument." Likewise, Beauxbatons is actually a strictly managed school, and they There was considerable respect for Madame Maxime, so they both stopped immediately.

"He will come at any time," said Dumbledore. "Would you rather be here and wait to meet him, or would you rather go ahead and warm up?"

"Let's warm up," said Madame Maxime, "but those horses—"

"Our teacher of Conservation of Magical Creatures will be happy to take care of them," Dumbledore said with a smile.

Professor Glapland immediately stepped forward and said: "We have prepared the first-class single malt whisky." The female teacher seemed to be at ease with all this.

"Come on," Madame Maxime said solemnly to her students. So the Hogwarts crowd stepped aside to let her and her pupils walk up the stone steps into the Great Hall.

The tall figure paused in front of Malfoy for a short while, the bright eyes under the hood, took a deep look at him, and walked in without looking back.

In contrast, the appearance of the Durmstrang delegation was even more bizarre. The students at Hogwarts were shivering with cold, and there was silence for a while, only to hear Mrs. Maxim's giant horse spraying The sound of snorting and stomping hoofs. at this time--

A loud, odd sound floated toward them from the darkness: a suppressed rumbling and sucking, like a giant vacuum moving along the riverbed...

"In the lake!" shouted Lee Jordan,

Pointing to the lake, "Look at that lake!"

Standing on the slope of the lawn overlooking the grounds, they could clearly see the calm, dark surface of the water—but it was suddenly not calm. There was a commotion in the water in the middle of the lake, huge splashes rose on the water, and the waves crashed against the wet shore of the lake - and then, right in the middle of the lake, a large whirlpool appeared, like a huge plug suddenly coming from the bottom of the lake. pulled out...

A black rod-like thing slowly rose from the whirlpool... the sail.

Slowly, with great grandeur, the great ship rose out of the water, shining in the moonlight. It looked eerily, like a skeleton, as if it were the remains of a wreck that had just been salvaged, and the portholes flickered with a dim, misty gleam that looked like ghostly eyes. Finally, with a rumble of splashing water, the big boat came out completely, tossed over the undulating water, and began to head towards the shore of the lake. Moments later, they heard a thud, an iron anchor dropped into the shallow water, and then another thud, a plank on the shore.

The people on the boat were going ashore, and the students on the shore could clearly see their silhouettes as they passed the porthole lights.

They were all tall in stature, and all wore a kind of fur cloak with a tangled tangle of fur. But the man who led them to the castle wore a different kind of fur: silvery white, soft and smooth, much like his head.

"Dumbledore!" the man shouted enthusiastically as he walked up the slope. "How are you, my dear old man?"

"Excellent, thank you, Professor Karkaroff," Dumbledore replied.

The people present would never have thought that the three principals of the magic school had already met long ago, and Karkaroff had reached a consensus under the pressure of Dumbledore and for the safety of his own life. , and Mrs. Maxime is very righteous and supports Dumbledore's work.

Some people can see his essence from his face, and Karkaroff is one of them. He is tall and thin like Dumbledore, and his goatee with a small curl at the end looks funny. But the looming haze and viciousness in his eyes showed that he was by no means good.

Malfoy looked at the middle-aged man carefully, and he was also exonerated. His method was much inferior to that of his father, Lucius. Although he also escaped guilt, Karkaroff chose a future trouble. the biggest way.

He betrayed his comrades, and there were a lot of jokes in court at the time, because most of the Death Eaters he gave in court had already been arrested, or died in battle, but, in the end, For some reason, he was exonerated.

In the original trajectory, he and Ludo Bagman perfectly attracted Dumbledore's attention. People with previous convictions can never be trusted so much.

It's just a little bit of information, Dumbledore didn't think that the Mad-Eye Moody, who he specially invited to monitor suspicious persons, was an out-and-out fake.

"My student seems to have a cold, don't you mind if we go in and warm up now?" Karkaroff looked at the Hogwarts castle with a hint of indifference in his eyes.

One by one Durmstrang's students followed Karkaroff into the auditorium. A young man with a striking aquiline nose and two thick black eyebrows attracted almost everyone's attention.

"Look! That's Krum! Victor Krum!"

A student wanted to scream, but was covered by the student behind.

Although the Bulgarian team lost in the Quidditch World Cup, Krum showed his skills in the game and still attracted countless fans, or his fan base has always been quite large.

"This is one of the best Seekers in the world!" Ron said excitedly.

Hermione shook her head helplessly. It was quite difficult for her to accept the actions of the senior girls in front of her.

They were bickering, fighting over a lipstick they hoped would get Krum to sign their hats.

The "non-professional" commentator Lee Jordan jumped up and down on tiptoe, trying to see Krum's back more clearly.

These behaviors were reluctantly restrained after being glared by Professor McGonagall again, but whispering was still inevitable.

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