Maca stepped into Durmstrang Castle under the watchful eyes of a large number of students.

Unlike Hogwarts, Durmstrand's castle has only four floors, but it's still imposing. Its architectural style is less rounded and more angular than Hogwarts Castle.

Around the castle, there is a vast expanse of land. Except for a few days in the summer when there is a slight snowmelt, most of the other times are white.

Behind the castle, there is a large lake that magically sustains itself from freezing, and several mountains that look particularly tall. In addition to Durmstrang's boats, which float and dock in the lake, there are also occasional unnamed ghost ships that appear or disappear.

The perennial low temperature environment makes the students here wear thick coats. Although they didn't want Muggle winter coats to be as bloated because of the materials they made, most of the girls here couldn't show off their beautiful figures.

Right now, summer here is almost over. If not, Maca can also experience the wonder of Durham Strong College's top specialty - the summer pole.

"I'll take you to the principal's office first." Krum seemed a little reluctant.

Truth be told, since Igor Karkarlov took up the position of principal, many parents of students have taken their children out of school because of his callousness.

In terms of his reputation alone, he is probably a record low for Durmstrang College.

This school, which didn't have a lot of students, now has even fewer students. Maca followed Krum down several corridors, and they didn't meet a few people, except for the occasional portrait of someone on the wall who glanced at them casually.

"Is that all the students on the boat just now?" Maca asked curiously.

"Yes, since the headmaster took office......" Krum shook his head, not finishing, but what he wanted to say was already clear.

"Knock Knock"

The two soon came to the left side of the highest level of the castle, where the headmaster's office was located.

"Come in."

An indifferent voice rang out, and Krum immediately pushed the door open and gestured towards Maca. Obviously, he himself didn't want to follow up.

Maca nodded indifferently and walked calmly inside.

The headmaster's room looks spacious, and because there are windows on both sides, it is still well lit before the sun goes down.

On the right-hand side of the door, a row of tall bookshelves leaned side by side against the wall, with books neatly arranged on them, as if no one had taken them, but purely for decoration.

As Maca moved his gaze to the deepest part of the room, he saw a tall, thin wizard with short white hair and a curly goatee on his chin.

He was standing behind a large desk, staring at Maca with his old face, his gaze cold and sharp.

"Hello, Mr. Karkaroff." Maca was the first to speak, calmly greeting.

"Yes, hello...... Mr. McLean at the Quidditch World Cup. Karkaroff's piercing eyes kept staring at Maka, without even blinking an eyelid.

The wand he held in his hand shook at all times, and a gray folded piece of paper suddenly floated up from the table, and with a "bang", it spun and flew towards Maca.

Maca pulled out the wand hidden in her sleeve and shook it lightly, and the stack of papers immediately broke out of Karkaroff's control and stopped steadily in front of Maca.

With another wave of his wand, the paper unfolded, and the message on it immediately caught in Maca's eyes.

This is the latest "Daily Prophet", and the front page headline is a big news rebuke for Maca to make a big fuss at the World Cup final.

In the middle of the story, Maca riding a broomstick and a dozen Death Eaters standing behind her are vividly captured by the reporter - well, this is a magic photo after all, and if any of them can't move, it's only because the man is half dead.

"I thought I could be a little cooler, because it's a big thing in my life that makes headlines...... Oh, that's right, columnist Rita Skeeter, there is probably no one else who can write such a 'wonderful' article. ”

Maca tapped the name on the newspaper with the tip of her staff and waved it casually.

I saw that the newspaper was folded in an instant, and then it shot towards Karkaroff at a faster speed than just now. Just as Karkaroff frowned and stretched out his wand to plan next, the newspaper suddenly lost its flight speed, and the whole copy turned an ice-blue color, and the desk in front of him fell into a fine cloud of ice.

"Stop playing these little tricks, Karkaroff." Maca put away the fake smile on her face and said expressionlessly, "Didn't I say it clearly enough in the letter?" Do you want to go to Voldemort's place? ”

"Damn it! Don't mention that name here! Kakarov immediately became nervous, for him the name meant a taboo.

Maka looked at him calmly, staring at Karkaroff a little hairy, and then paced towards Karkaroff step by step.

"There's a big fuss about me that has caught his attention, and he probably won't think of dealing with you as a traitor for the time being—but you should understand that it's just a matter of sooner and later......"

Maka stood still in front of the desk, and when she saw that Karkaroff's eyes began to flicker, she couldn't help but sneer: "Don't think about escaping, do you think you can escape?"

Suddenly made her mind clear by Maca, Karkarov's hand couldn't help but tremble.

As a former Death Eater, a traitor who betrayed Voldemort in order to leave Azkaban and gave up the list of Death Eaters, how could the Dark Lord who had already returned let him go?

"Arvada—" "Bang! ”

As the headmaster of Durmstrang College, who is a dueling advocate and a keen teacher of combat magic, Karkaroff is far from being as powerful and invincible as Dumbledore, but his fighting ability is definitely not weak.

The moment he decided to make a move on Maca, he had already understood Maca's strength, and he had already prepared a series of countermeasures, and there were even a dozen follow-up spells!

But Kakaroff could not have imagined that when he stretched out his wand to Maca, he was greeted by a fist.

"Except for your weapons."

Karkaroff's wand flew into the corner of the room.

"Oh, I'm sorry...... "Marca retracted her fist and grinned, "I'm used to fighting Dementors in Azkaban, and it's really not for you." ”

"You...... What exactly do you want! Karkaroff fell into his chair, looking flustered, and a fine bead of sweat was already oozing from his forehead, "You inexplicably let people threaten me with a letter, and now you are taunting me in my office...... What exactly do you want from me? ”

Didn't I make it clear in my letter? It's just a transfer spot for Durmstrang and taking me to Hogwarts by the way......" Marka spread her hands, "You know, Triwizard Tournament. ”

"You know—"

"Of course I do," Maka immediately interrupted Karkaroff's nonsense and continued, "I also know that this time it's not just a reboot of the Triwizard Tournament, but also a lot more appealing for its final rewards, isn't it?" ”

"You even know that? You...... Are you ...... Dumbledore" Karkaroff was almost speechless by the information that Maca had revealed, intentionally or unintentionally.

"So, this will be your only chance." Maka summoned Karkaroff's wand and threw it back into Karkaroff's hand, "With us, you may be able to be your headmaster with peace of mind; If you don't cooperate with us, then you should be ready to run away at any time! ”

“…… Yes...... Then he will catch you in any corner, and he will personally send you to have afternoon tea with the Grim Reaper. ”

Karkaroff clutched the wand that had returned to his hand again, and for a long time he slumped in his chair and waved his hand in frustration.

"It's all up to you, you can do whatever you say...... Kakaroff said weakly, "I understand completely, in this world, everything has to rely on strength to speak." ”

"Maybe!" Maca said noncommittally, "By the way, shouldn't you change your stinky fault?" Do you see how many students are still in the school? ”

"It's none of your business!" Karkaroff said impatiently.

"Students are the foundation, if you can manage it with your heart, you won't just want to run away now."

Maca pointed out the window, where the sporadic students were still playing and laughing, and although the number was small, it vaguely showed the vitality of a school.

Karkaroff stood up on his feet, turned his head to look out, and gradually became distracted, not even noticing when Maca had left.

"It's better to let him use his crooked brain than to run away with one mind, at least it can distract him!" Maca thought as she walked down the slightly empty hallway.

Now, let's move forward a little bit......

In fact, not long after Maca left the World Cup, the British Ministry of Magic was already in a mess.

Howling letters from all over the world were bombarded, and the Ministry of Magic was littered with confetti and yelling sounds.

And the news of the Daily Prophet also adds to the chaos every day, picking out some dispensable details and reprimanding the officials of the Ministry of Magic.

No, Ron's father, Mr. Weasley, suffered.

The newspaper claimed that shortly after the appearance of the Dark Mark mark, a Ministry of Magic official appeared. He claimed that no one was harmed, but declined to disclose more information. But just an hour later, several bodies were taken out of the woods.

Although the newspapers say that this is just a rumor for the time being, readers will not pay attention to this.

The writer of this news is naturally the same Rita Skeeter who always likes to do nothing and is full of gimmicks in articles. Her manuscripts have always been tricky, and they are very suitable for readers who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic.

"I don't know what happened to Hermione, she hasn't been heard from since she came home......" Ron said to Harry beside him, "we should go see her." ”