Karkaroff is Igor Karkaroff, the principal of the Durmstrang School?

A few years ago, Amosta traveled north and south, and the whole of Europe went around. When he was in Germany, he also heard the wizards there talk about the Durmstrang school and Igor Karkaroff, who is currently the headmaster.

It is well known that of the three world-famous schools of magic on the European continent, Durmstrang is the least decent, and this school still retains many traditional teaching methods, the so-called 'tradition', which means that the school's attitude towards magic is closer to that of traditional wizards, and not so much to see the line between black magic and white magic.

It may be that it is officially because of this teaching environment that dangerous wizards like Gatler Grindelwald will be cultivated.

The current rector, Igor Karkaroff, has taken Durmstrang's 'free' approach to teaching to a new level. Rumor has it that he almost acquiesced in the professors' teaching of dark arts in the school, and there is also gossip that Karkaroff was once a Death Eater.

Judging by Barty Crouch's resistance and disgust, these rumors are not entirely credible.

Barty's indifferent look did not embarrass Kakaroff in the slightest, and with a warm smile on his face, he slid his gaze to Amosta. He was confused for a moment, but soon he realized who the young man standing behind Barty Crouch, who looked more like Barty Crouch in age!

"If I hadn't been dazzled—"

A gleam flashed in Karkaroff's blue eyes, and his hand passed around Barty's side to Amosta, and there was a faint strangeness in his tone,

"This must be the Director of Student Safety at Hogwarts, Mr. Amosta Blaine?"

"Thankfully, Professor Karkaroff."

With a deep smile on his face, Amosta shook Kakaroff's rough hand.

"Ah, I didn't expect Dumbledore to send you out, Professor Blaine, it seems that he really has a good idea of how to make this Triwizard Tournament happen--"

Karkaroff smiled sleekly,

"Your name is still known even in Durmstrang, and some time ago, the little ones at school were almost talking about you killing Fenrir. Greyback's thing, they can't believe that there is a wizard who can kill such a werewolf on his own, and they, and my staff, are so angry with you. Ah, I mean 'Psychro' is very interested, that's a fun magic, right? ”

"Hehe, it's just a small trick that is not worth mentioning"

Amosta smiled slightly,

"But I really didn't expect me to be welcomed at Durmstrang, and I'd tell Dumbledore about it when I got back, and if he didn't give me a raise, I'd threaten him to jump to Durmstrang to teach."

Amosta's joke made Karkarov laugh, but Amosta was sure that he couldn't detect a smile in Karkaroff's eyes.

This is a smiling tiger-like character, and it is indeed not a good type.

"We don't have time to chat here, the party is about to start."

Barty didn't seem to be able to stand Karkaroff's laughter anymore, he kept a straight face, dropped a sentence and walked straight to the elevator hall, and this rather rude behavior only made Karkaroff's eyes flash a fleeting shadow,

"I've known Barty for many years—" Karkaroff quipped, "and his acuteness hasn't changed at all." ”

"Really?" Amosta then stepped forward, pretending to be interested, "How did you meet?" ”

"Ahh

Karkarov didn't expect Amosta to ask such a question, he didn't know how to answer for a while, and after coughing twice with an embarrassed face, he said lightly,

"It's just a business deal, you know, it's not easy to keep a school running, we need to procure a lot of things for teaching, and there are some British materials that we can't get our hands on without Barty's nod."

In order to get away from Karkaroff, Barty Crouch didn't even let the elevator wait for them, but went down to the second floor on his own, and by the time Amosta entered the banquet hall, Barty and several wizards from the International Federation of Wizards had already talked, and Ludo Bagman had already appeared, with a smile on his face, chatting with the crowd around him.

Compared to the fairy-style decoration of the main body of the hotel, this banquet hall looks more in line with the aesthetics of wizards.

The ceiling of the square hall is covered with huge crystal chandeliers, the walls are carved with artistic sculptures on all sides, the air is filled with the smell of flowers, and the silverware for wine and pastries is all exquisite.

The ballroom was noisy, everyone was chatting happily with the people around them, and according to Amosta, it was more like a networking reception than a preparatory reception for choosing the organizer of the Triwizard Tournament.

No wonder Dumbledore was reluctant to continue to engage-

Amosta muttered to herself.

In other words, doesn't the Triwizard Tournament need to be kept secret in the preparation stage, and look at the 100 wizards with different costumes and skin colors in the banquet hall, there is really a need for secrecy?

"Oh, you've got there first, Karkaroff—"

Amosta was surveying the environment of the venue, when a deep voice from the door suddenly attracted Amosta's attention, and he turned his head to look, his brow moved slightly.

A woman almost as tall as Hagrid appeared at the door of the hotel with a girl who looked like a student.

"Ah, Madame Maxim, and Mademoiselle Delacour—"

Karkaroff bared his yellowed teeth, smiled exaggeratedly, strode up to meet him, and grabbed Amosta's arm.

The two men who came were very eye-catching, this Madame Maxim was a little bigger than Hagrid, and she was much thinner than Hagrid, and this made her look so tall that she had to bow her head to pass through the open entrance.

Beside Madame Maxime was a girl of great temperament, who looked about Percy's age, with her waterfall-like silver hair hanging down to her ungraspable waist. Illuminated by the bright candles of the banquet hall, the girl's creamy skin was radiating a subtle, warm glow.

In terms of temperament, this girl is basically on par with that Vitia Cleona, but with a little less natural affinity.

For the rest, Amosta was also the more conspicuous one in the banquet hall.

Among the participants who were generally over forty years old, they were young but did not have the slightest stage fright, and their bodies were tall, handsome, and had a calm temperament, and whenever they came into contact with the gaze shot by the pair of lilac eyes, their souls would throb, as if there was an abyss that could freeze their souls.

"Dumbledore's cunning guy has a new representative, Lady Maxime—"

Karkarov grinned and pointed at Amosta with an unmixed smile,

"Mr. Amosta Blaine, I think you've heard his name, he's a tough opponent, and I think we're defeated, isn't it?"

Hearing this, Amosta glanced at Karkaroff quietly, and there was no flash of thunder in his angry eyes. Karkaroff, who was about to muddy the waters, suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, and the hand that grabbed Amosta's arm unconsciously let go.

"Excuse me, Mr. Blaine--"

Madame Maxim stretched out her large hand full of magnificent opals and smiled at Amosta with a friendly smile,

"I've heard of the amazing things you've done, and it's amazing."

"It's just luck—"

Amocha raised his hand to his cheek, shook Madame Maxim's hand, and then politely nodded politely at Miss Delacour, who was looking at him with interest, he was about to say something, but there was some commotion on the main stage of the banquet hall that caught Amocha's attention.

A group of ladies dressed in fairy dresses entered through the small door behind the main stage, holding musical instruments and ascending the stage from the side steps.

Each of these ladies is very beautiful, surrounded by a bright pink light and a fluttering elf with transparent wings. Once on stage, they sat down and adjusted their violin and string instruments.

"Mountain Forest Fairy Troupe."

Fleur Delacour explained to Amosta in a silver bell-like voice,

"They are very famous in France."

(End of chapter)