Chapter 191: The Nordic Squad

The atmosphere gradually cooled, Gryffindor's friends obviously had a great affection for Yang Fan who came forward, this was the case when he was a student, students who dared to challenge the authority of teachers would always be favored by a group of rebellious teenagers and girls, not to mention, Snape actually pulled the two parties into one camp in disguise because of Yang Fan's deduction of Gryffindor's points.

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside the classroom.

"Come in." Snape said in his usual voice.

The door opened, and the class turned to look. Professor Karkaroff walked in, and everyone watched as he walked towards Snape's podium. He curled his goatee with his fingers, looking restless.

"We need to talk." As soon as Karkaroff walked up to Snape, he said abruptly. He seems determined not to let anyone hear what he says, so his lips barely move, as if he were a very lame ventriloquist expert.

"I'll talk to you after class, Karkaroff." Snape whispered, but Karkaroff interrupted him.

"I want to talk now, while you can't slip away, Severus. You've been avoiding me. โ€

"I'll talk about it after class." Snape said harshly.

Augustus dripped the toad bile in his hand slightly into the crucible, and the silver pupils reflected Karkaroff's panicked appearance, if he and Snape had any common topics to discuss at this juncture, obviously, the recovery of manpower had a more profound impact on the Death Eaters, and Augustus was not very clear about the principle of the Death Eater's dark mark of action, however, this kind of magical association that connects the master and the servant must be singular, with Voldemort as the main and the Death Eater as the auxiliary, The strength of the main manpower obviously has a significant effect on the marking.

In this way, Voldemort seems to be one step closer to recovering his legend. Augustus raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Lilian's crimson eyes reflected Augustus's face, "The Chinese exchange students seem to be very purposeful in enveloping Gryffindor led by Harry, and at such a critical moment as the Triwizard Tournament, the destruction of Hogwarts' internal unity seems to be a little too obvious. โ€

Augustus waved his hand slightly, "One thing, on the surface, the purpose on the surface is just a cover-up, an exchange student, this identity is destined to only spend a very short time in the school, so all the actions behind this are just for a purpose, to obtain some kind of task benefits." Too many abrupt behaviors have already exposed too much, Hogwarts, there are not a few who can see this, and naturally we don't need to care. โ€

For the remainder of those two classes, Karkaroff lingered behind Snape's podium. He seemed determined not to let Snape slip away after class.

When the bell rang for the end of class, Augustus glanced at the anxious and irritable Karkaroff and walked out of the classroom. Harry was eager to hear what Karkaroff had to say, so he deliberately knocked over the bottle of toad bile when the bell rang two minutes later.

"What's so urgent?" He heard Snape speak to Karkaroff in a low voice.

"Look." Karkaroff said that Harry peeked over the edge of the cauldron and saw Karkaroff lift the left sleeve of his robe and show Snape something on his forearm.

"How?" Karkaroff said, still struggling not to let his lips move, "See? It's never been so obvious, sinceโ€”"

"Hide!" Snape said viciously, his dark eyes scanning the classroom.

"But you must have noticedโ€”" Karkaroff said in an anxious tone.

"We'll talk about it later, Karkaroff!" Snape snapped.

Yang Fan and the four of them walked out of the classroom, where they lived in three separate cubicles in the castle.

"Time flies too fast, today is the ninth day, and now, although I have initially gained the trust of Dumbledore and Harry, the reputation of the local natives, especially Dumbledore, is almost friendly, so it is difficult to use the strength of the Phoenix Society of the Origin World during the team battle." Beichen Ke said directly with a touch of worry on his face.

"Moreover, our current situation is not only to face the upcoming Nordic team, and the Augustus camp, almost completely at odds, I have to admit that we underestimate the strength of this world, and it is too stupid to easily provoke a war in order to brush up Potter's prestige. The main god set it as the third camp, naturally there is a reason for it, if it is not for the other party's decency, there is no need for the Nordic team to make a move, and the team can only be the only end. Dong Zhen sighed slightly and shook her head.

Yang Fan's resolute face showed a trace of remorse, "I should take full responsibility for the strategic mistake, it was too smooth sailing in front of you, and I didn't correctly assess the strength of the other party, so I started the battle, it was really not well considered, thinking about it, that young man's strength is actually no less than Voldemort in his heyday and Dumbledore today, and the important thing is that his background in the wizarding world is the first family in this plane, if he really joins the Augustus camp, I am afraid that he will not be inferior to the Nordic team in terms of potential competition." โ€

Han Yi pursed the corners of his lips slightly, "The matter has come to this, it's useless to regret it, it's better to think about how to face the upcoming Nordic team, gossip, Resident Evil plane, the Nordic team has a higher evaluation than the demon team, as a strong party, it is naturally best to move forward from behind, if the task does not conflict, it is naturally best to live peacefully with the other party." โ€

Chen Yao nodded slightly, "Although it is a team battle scene, however, exchanging the interests of the world and making some concessions, there should still be a chance to spend this mission peacefully with the other party." โ€

Beichen Ke sneered, "You think too simply, if the Nordic team joins the Augustus camp, for the sake of prestige, it is definitely the fastest way to fight us, of course, if you join Voldemort's camp, the competition for Harry is the fuse between the two sides." It's too hard to make peace. โ€

In the dark room, the faces of the five people were clouded and silent.

At night, in the suburbs of London, the stars are twinkling, and the yellow street lamps around it reflect the empty streets.

The air began to fluctuate, like a pool of unfathomable deep springs, rippling in circles, and in the next second, two slender figures stepped into the air, like stepping on a staircase in the void, step by step into the street.

In mid-air, a figure suddenly blurred out, a person sitting on the lotus platform, with a calm face, eyes closed, dressed in exquisite gold armor, bright blonde hair, handsome and fair face, and the corners of the mouth outlined a trace of arc.