"Dumbledore, I don't think we need to discuss the Triwizard Cup together, especially if it's still face-to-face, see. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The man at the wine table glanced at the mild warm sun outside the window, and continued: "The weather in England is really terrible, and I still miss the weather around our Durmstrang, the cold and the wind and snow can hone the will of a wizard. With that, he took his own cup and drank the bubbling drink in between.

The bar was bustling with activity, and no one cared about the sarcasm of this stranger.

"Even the drinks are the kind of girls who drink. The man slammed the cup on the wooden table, causing the already sturdy wooden table to shake a few times, and it looked like it might fall apart at any moment.

"I think I can only partially agree with you, old man, that sometimes it's not just the surroundings that can hone people, but also the fact that we have a lady here, shouldn't you be careful with your words?" Dumbledore also raised his glass and took a sip.

"It was my negligence. The man looked apologetically at the other woman at the table. "You know, Madame Maxim, I'm just making an analogy, and I don't mean to discriminate against women. ”

"It doesn't matter. The lady named Maxim just smiled faintly, not paying attention to his unreasonableness just now.

Madame Maxime was a woman of no kind, or rather not just in the realm of women, but in the realm of wizards or ordinary people, and she was so tall that she could sit at the table for two people. She also had an olive-colored face, dark, watery eyes, and hair combed back of her head. She was wrapped from head to toe in a black satin garment and wore many luxurious opals. She speaks great English, with a French accent.

As for the somewhat vulgar man named Igor Karkarov, he did not fit his standard gentlemanly appearance, a tall, thin figure, with a slight white short hair, and his goatee (with a small curl at the end) did not completely cover his thin chin.

At first glance, those who do not know may think that he is a standard English gentleman.

The three people at the wine table chatted casually, ignoring the noisy environment of the surrounding bars, and the people around them didn't care about this matter, which was a bit abnormal, after all, Dumbledore had a high reputation in the wizarding world in England and everywhere, and there would always be people who would pay attention to him.

Apparently, they cast a spell to block out outside interference.

Dumbledore picked up what he had just said and continued, "I don't have the intention of interfering with the running of the Ministry of Magic's Sports Division, in fact, you are the most active in the Triwizard's Cup, Mr. Karkaroff. ”

"Then why did you ask the two of us to come here and talk to each other? I don't think I need to come to this place during this leisure vacation, if this is not the case. Karkaroff said in his thick voice, with some dissatisfaction in his tone.

"I don't mind, I'll just take it as a tourist. Madame Maxim nodded gracefully, but still asked, "Then why did you call us here?"

"Hmm. Dumbledore groaned, took a black book from his wide robe, and placed it on the table.

"Dumbledore, what are you trying to do here?" Karkaroff's thick eyebrows furrowed, as if he had seen something impossible.

"You shouldn't be making it. Madame Maxim frowned, the notebook gave her a very bad and evil feeling.

The essence of the Horcrux is extremely evil, and when it is not destroyed, it can still have a certain ability to disguise and deceive people, otherwise the original Ginny, Ron, Dumbledore and now Lockhart will not be hit. But now that it's damaged, all that's left is a disgusting fluctuation of evil magic.

"Of course, Madame Maxim. Dumbledore nodded, acknowledging.

"Then this thing is probably the spoils you made after defeating a certain dark magician?" Karkaroff said with a self-deprecating laugh, "If you are just trying to warn me, then you don't have to, although I have a less glorious history, but now I know that life on the shore is better." ”

"So, what the hell are you looking for us for?" Karkaroff stood up with his hands on the table, his eyes fixed on the man in front of him, and asked him in a somewhat questioning tone.

"Rest easy. Dumbledore waved his hand, then said, "I think my office is more suitable for talking about some hidden events, this is a tavern after all." ”

"It's a great honor. Madame Maxim nodded and prepared to get up, the giant's bloodline gave her a bit of a resolute style.

"I can't remember the last time I went to Hogwarts, so I'm going to see it again," she muttered to herself, full of joy and anticipation.

Karkaroff cleared his throat and coughed a few times, his voice in private meetings was different from that in front of the public, his voice was always mellow and sweet in front of students, sounding like a sissy, this was also to neutralize his black history, the change of his external image was sometimes the first step, and now that he was about to leave the private sphere, he had to change his voice back first.