The silver-white sun shone on the earth, emitting a faint glow, and the weather warmed up day by day, and on such days, wearing a heavy fur coat, it would not be long before he would be covered in sweat, but Igor? Karkaroff doesn't seem to care about that.

He stepped out from under the tattered wooden sign of the Pig's Head Bar, snorting drunkenly, and walked drunkenly to the central avenue beyond the intersection where the bar was.

Today he was alone, and on such a warm day, he still had an expression as if someone owed him money, and anyone could see how unhappy he was in his heart.

Panting, his fur hat crooked, perhaps too hot, and holding it in his hand, Karkaroff muttered as if he were cursing something, and walked along the central road, past the Dves-Bans magic equipment store, towards the outside of Hogsmeade.

It was a winding path, there was no one in the silvery white sun, it was school time, and the students naturally did not come to Hogsmeade at this time, surrounded by wilderness and fields, and only a few lonely cabins could be seen in the distance, and it was not known if there were any inhabitants.

"Damn it...... Snape...... Dumbledore......"

Karkaroff muttered, turning the hill at the foot of the hill, he had drunk a lot, Hogsmeade's whiskey was not strong enough, far less than the vodka he had saved at Durmstrang.

He held his hands on the fences on either side, paused to take a breath, and let the cool breeze blow on his cheeks, which helped him sober up.

Karkaroff has been in a very bad mood lately, and it stands to reason that Krum has achieved very good results in the Triwizard Tournament, although he has always felt that Dumbledore has been a great desecration of fairness by cheating and giving Hogwarts an extra contestant for no reason.

But Krum did a good job of helping him get back face, and if this situation continues, he is likely to become the champion of this triwizard.

However, all of this is no longer so important, and Karkaroff gently pulls up the sleeve of his left arm, revealing the bright red tattoo on it, and a skeleton spits out a snake - the Dark Mark - from its mouth.

As if frightened, he stole a glance, the scarlet head of the snake, which seemed to be staring at him, and Karkaroff quickly rolled up his sleeves and put the marker back on again, gritting his back molars in hatred.

"It's never been so obvious ......"

He muttered to himself, looked at the endless sky behind the fence, and slapped the wooden fence he was holding onto

"Damn Severus, he must have felt it, he must have felt it...... Why are you avoiding me...... Isn't he afraid...... He ......"

The more Kakaroff thought about it, the more distraught he felt, and when he raised his left hand, he found that it was empty, and when he came out of the bar, he was empty-handed, but he didn't bring out with him.

Irritably, he put his hand down, ripped off his leather gloves, and slammed it against the fence, and he let out a long sigh of anxiety.

"What bothers you so much? Principal Karkaroff? ”

Suddenly there was a voice behind him, Karkaroff trembled, almost fell to the ground on his feet, he almost subconsciously reached into his arms, went to pull out his wand, only to find that his fingers were stiff and could not be bent and extended, he was too scared, fear dominated his brain.

"Oh, don't be nervous, Mr. Headmaster—take it easy, we're not bad people—"

With his back against the stake of the fence, Karkaroff barely turned around, and there were two figures, one tall and one short, on the silent and deserted path behind him.

The tall guy looked like Hagrid, the hunting ground guard at Hogwarts, wearing a big black trench coat and a funny mask on his face that he didn't know where to go, and he didn't say a word, standing behind the short man in front.

Karkaroff's gaze slid to see the person who spoke, and there was a hint of confusion on his face, because the situation he was facing was a little too strange.

Standing in front of him with a smile on his face, stretching out his clean hands flat to signal him to relax, not to be excited, it was a very young child, Karkaroff didn't know if it was appropriate to describe it as a child, but to himself, this person looked like a child.

He had an Asian face, black hair and black eyes, and a very delicate eyebrow, which happened to be the type that Karkaroff hated, and he liked Krum's resolute and ****** child, a boy who was at least not pleasant to him in appearance.

Seeing his panicked appearance, Karkaroff felt very shameless, he searched his memory, and he did not remember that there was such a person among his former "partners", which reassured him that it did not seem to be sent by "that person".

He stared at the person in front of him with cold and sharp eyes, his wand slipped from his sleeve to his hand, and he moved his fingers a few times, slightly relieved.

The black-haired young man's eyebrows were raised, as if he saw the tip of Karkarov's wand in his right hand, he still kept smiling, made a polite greeting gesture, and then said slowly:

"Let me introduce myself first, my name is Ning An, and I'm a wizard—"

Ning'an? Karkarov frowned, the name was familiar, he seemed to have heard of it......

The next moment, his face turned pale all of a sudden, and he suddenly raised his wand, and a dazzling red light made a "whoosh" sound, shooting towards Ning An.

But the tall figure standing behind him seemed to have been on guard for a long time, and he used his palm, the size of his basin, to block Ning An's chest, and the red light hit the back of his hand fiercely.

"Shhh

Except for giants, how could an ordinary wizard defend against evil spells in this way?

It must have been, it's him back, his former natural allies, they're all back, it's over—it's all over— it's all over—

Karkaroff Shuang/Tui trembled, whether it was running away or kneeling down and begging for mercy, he had no strength, and the two trembled, and he didn't even dare to use the next spell.

He had long heard the name Ning An, and during the World Cup, he released the guy with the Black Devil Mark...... There was no doubt that he was a Death Eater.

The goatee on Karkaroff's thin chin was about to turn upside down, he stared at Ning An in horror, the smile on the latter's face had disappeared, Karkaroff barely raised his arm, and shot another evil curse / chu-

"Bang-"

This time, Ning An stretched out his hand, and a shiny black/mo staff swung over, knocking Karkaroff's evil spell into the air.

"Mr. Headmaster, I have repeatedly warned you to calm down, why do you just refuse to listen?" Ning An hid his smile and stared at Karkaroff coldly

"It seems that the peaceful conversation needs to be put on hold for now, let me calm you down."

The wand was aimed at Karkaroff, and the curse he had shot once again bounced off, Ning An whispered;

"Dig into the bones—"

A fast, almost invisible red light burrowed into Karkaroff's body like a sharp arrow, and in an instant he seemed to have been struck by lightning, twisted and rolled to his knees, and his wand was already out of his hand, and rolled to Fabian's feet with a grunt, and was firmly stepped on by him with the huge soles of his feet.

"Shhh

Karkaroff rolled back and forth on the ground like a curvy prawn, cold sweat watering down his forehead, cheeks, and neck, soaking through his silvery-white, soft, slippery fur cloak.

Ning An raised his hand, and the curse stopped.

As if he had just been fished out of the water, Karkaroff leaned against the wooden fence, panting on this quiet path, his sharp eyes staring at Ning An, revealing no longer indifference and hostility, but unprecedented fear and anxiety.

Ning An understood that the fear was not because of himself, but because of another person, it was obvious that Karkaroff must have misunderstood something, he looked at the tall and thin male witch panting, and slowly spoke:

"We're not here to kill you, Mr. Karkaroff—"

But when he said the word "kill", Karkarov's body shook very obviously, and then when he heard Ning An say that he was not here to kill him, his face showed an incredible look.

Ning An saw that he could understand, so he continued to say slowly:

"We're not Death Eaters either—" He pointed to himself, and then to the giant-like Fabian behind him, who was healing himself with a giant wand, the charred black mark on the back of his hand that was slowly healing.

Ning An half-squatted, kept himself and Karkaroff at eye level, approached him and said softly:

"I came to you just to talk about something, that's all."

Karkarov, gasping for breath, somehow it was getting cold again, a dark cloud obscured the sun's rays, and the mountain paths in the countryside became dark in the blink of an eye, gloomy and the same as the headmaster's face.

"What...... What's ......?"

The voice of the voice was still mellow and pleasant, but his voice was like a tape that had been crossed, revealing an awkward unnaturalness, although he looked at Ning An, the corner of his eye never moved away from his wand that was stepped on by Fabian.

Ning An saw it in his eyes and didn't say anything, but when Karkaroff was still listening, he continued to speak

"My buddies and I would like to meet Durmstrang's school trustees, I wonder if Principal Karkaroff can do us a little favor?"

Karkaroff's face became gloomy and strange, and if it weren't for the powerful and unforgettable Diamond Spell just now, he would almost have thought that the child in front of him was joking with himself.

Why did he meet Durmstrang's school board?

He didn't know much about Ning'an, except that he had seen a few reports about him in the Daily Prophet, the only one that made his impression was the attack at the Quidditch World Cup, where he not only released the Dark Mark, but also attacked a Hogwarts schoolgirl.

But why did he say he wasn't a Death Eater? Didn't he put the Black Devil mark on the World Cup?

Thinking that Ning An was most likely not the one who would have terrified him at the mention of his name, Karkaroff felt as if he had breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart.

Yes, no matter how obvious the mark becomes, no matter how hot it is, that person doesn't come back, he doesn't come back, and his former "companions" are also being held in Azkaban, shouldn't he mess up by himself, isn't Severus very calm?

"Why should I introduce Durmstrang to a trustee for you?"

Karkaroff narrowed his eyes, the cacophony of his voice disappeared, and his voice became mellow and mellow again.

Ning An chuckled, he stood up and held out a hand to Karkaroff, who hesitated but still grabbed him and stood up with strength.

"The reason I want to meet with the school managers is simple—"

Ning An looked at Karkarov pretending to flutter at the weeds and dirt sticking to his clothes, and said lightly:

"What do you think if I should be the headmaster of Durmstrang? What do you think? ”

A gust of wind blew, and the clouds that covered the sun in the sky were slowly blown away, and the silver-white sunlight fell once more to the earth, and the laughter of Karkaroff could be heard on this uninhabited road in the Hogsmeade countryside

"...... you? Ha ha...... You do it...... Headmaster? ”

Karkaroff thought of 10,000 answers but didn't expect that this one looked the same as Harry? A boy about Potter's age would say something like being the headmaster of Durmstrang.

After seeing that the other party had absolutely no intention of harming his life, the elf-like Karkaroff instantly regained his confidence, and he wanted to regain the initiative in conversation through such ridicule.

But this seemed to provoke Fabian's displeasure, and he stepped forward and raised his hand, as if intending to teach Karkaroff a good lesson with his huge wand.

Karkarov's laughter stopped abruptly, and he looked at Fabian with a gloomy face, whose wand was already halfway raised, but was lightly held down by a hand.

It was Ning An's hand.

"Haha, it's okay, it's reasonable that Mr. Principal would have such a reaction, that is, you won't introduce Durmstrang to the school board and let us know it?"

Karkarov was silent, neither affirming nor denying, he saw that he couldn't take back the initiative in the conversation, so he simply kept silent first, anyway, the other party didn't mean to kill him at first glance, otherwise the heart drill spell just now would not have ended so soon.

"Alright then, we'll come back to you later."

Ning An said that he actually withdrew his wand like this, he bent down, picked up Karkaroff's wand on the ground, which had sunk into the dirt, rubbed it slightly with his robe, and looked at the headmaster of Durmstrang.

"By the way, Mr. Karkaroff, you seem to be very uneasy lately, is the mark on your left arm more obvious?"

Karkaroff was stunned for a moment, inexplicably felt a cool air coming in from between his fingers, and subconsciously shrank his neck.

"To be honest, do you think the mysterious man will come back in the end?"

Ning An smiled, as if casually talking about what he had eaten last night, but Karkaroff felt that his body was stiffening again.

"Whether he comes back or not, I think he's regaining his strength little by little, you can feel it-"

Ning An said as he approached Karkaroff step by step, which made the emaciated male witch subconsciously take a step back

But Ning An still grabbed / Zhu his hand

"I've heard that you've betrayed many of your fellow Death Eaters, and they're certainly not welcoming you back among them, am I right?"

Slowly put the wand into Karkaroff's hand, Ning An held the wand again for him one by one, put his head next to Karkaroff's ear, and whispered to him:

"Maybe you'll need our help? Mr. Karkaroff? The next time I look for you, it may be your last chance, I hope you can take advantage of it. ”

Ning An's tiptoe slowly flattened, withdrew his head from Karkaroff's ear, patted the shoulder of the wizard who seemed to be frozen in place, and waved with a smile, as if to say goodbye.

Immediately followed by two piercing "crackling" sounds, Ning An and Fabian phantom shifts and leaves.