bdsm-fiction Chapter 360 Igor Karkarov
Chapter 360 Igor Karkarov
Chapter 360 Igor Karkarov
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"That's right, Durmstrang will also be attending the Goblet of Fire—therefore, the headmaster of Durmstrang will be attending the meeting," Dumbledore said slowly. "And as far as I know—this headmaster of Durmstrang is your classmate."
"My... my... classmate?" Loila's pointed ears immediately twitched uncomfortably. Although she had many classmates, it seemed that apart from Muller, she had no friendly relationship with any of them.
Whether it's a man or a woman, I have absolutely no good memories with him!
"Um—um—I—" Luo Yi stammered, trying to refuse. She really didn't want to meet her so-called classmates at all.
But Dumbledore smiled gently: "Don't get your hopes up too high, Miss Hamilton, they'll be here soon."
As he spoke, he glanced at the clock hanging on the wall of the principal's office.
"Horse—immediately?!"
Dumbledore, you old codger, you tricked me! Why didn't you tell me this beforehand?! If you had told me beforehand, I would never have come!
Loila bit her lip and looked at Dumbledore with dissatisfaction, her pointed ears standing up high in an "aggressive" posture.
However, looking at Dumbledore's calm and composed demeanor, Royla knew there was nothing she could do.
This old guy is so fearless because he knows he has no power!
"That—that—" After thinking for a moment, Loila asked, "That headmaster—who—is he?"
"It's a secret." Dumbledore raised an eyebrow and smiled.
Your (German swear word) secret —
Seeing the helpless Loila, Dumbledore bowed slightly and then slowly stood up: "They should be arriving soon."
"You'd better be prepared."
Ready?
Dumbledore's reminder startled Loila. She thought for a few seconds and then quickly put on her mask; she didn't want to be recognized.
Maybe I can pretend I don't know him and get through a year?
It feels difficult — but right now, the best thing is not to be recognized.
After all, if a conversation like, "Ah, it's Loila! That timid half-Veve freak cowering in the corner!" were to occur, Loila might just faint.
Especially—in front of many people.
Loila pursed her lips, put on her mask, and tucked her hair into the hood to make sure nothing was showing. Then she nodded gently.
Seeing that she was ready, Dumbledore said nothing more and slowly stood by the fireplace in the headmaster's office.
"boom!"
The next second, a ball of flame exploded, and then a figure appeared.
She was a middle-aged woman dressed in a magnificent robe, with long, slightly wavy hair, and her tall figure was several heads taller than Dumbledore.
She was almost as tall as Hagrid! She was the kind of person who looked like she could eat three or four children in one sitting! She couldn't possibly be—could she be Durmstrang's headmaster?
"Ah—Mrs. Maxim, it's been a long time!" Dumbledore looked at her with a rather warm expression and bowed slightly to Loila, saying, "This is Mrs. Maxim, Headmistress of Beauxbatons."
Hearing this, Loila nodded timidly, feeling a little afraid of Mrs. Maxim's tall figure.
"Ah—then you must be Professor Hamilton?" Mrs. Maxim was quite gentle. She looked down slightly at Loila, who was probably only half her height, and said, "Professor Hamilton is an outstanding magic array expert."
"I really envy Headmaster Dumbledore."
"Mrs. Maxim, you are too kind," Dumbledore chuckled, then gestured for her to sit down.
As the two headmasters sat down, Royla carefully took her seat next to Dumbledore.
"Hasn't he arrived yet?" Mrs. Maxim asked slowly. "The only good quality of the Germans is punctuality."
"He should be here soon." Dumbledore smiled gently and waved his wand, bringing black tea to the three seated people.
However, the cup of black tea that Loila held in both hands looked like some kind of sample in Mrs. Maxim's hands.
She barely sipped the half-glass before finishing it.
"Dumbledore, your tea is still the best," she said with a smile.
Hmm—she seems quite gentle—Loila held her teacup but didn't drink the tea, her eyes behind the mask carefully observing Mrs. Maxim.
Perhaps it was because of Hagrid's influence, but after talking with Mrs. Maxim, Loila felt that she wasn't so scary after all.
There was even a strange sense of familiarity.
"Professor Hamilton, I heard you're also Veela-blooded, is that right?"
"Hmm?"
You're not going to say something terrible, are you? I just thought you were being very gentle!
"Professor Hamilton, you may not know this, but we also have a Veela-mixed student at Beauxbatons," Mrs. Maxime said with a smile. "Her name is Fleur Delacour."
"Although she only has one-quarter Veela blood, she is beautiful enough."
"I suppose Professor Hamilton's face under the mask looks the same, right?"
"Th-thank you." Loila blushed slightly and lowered her head, looking at the cup of black tea with a touch of shyness.
I didn't realize I was judging others by my own standards—they were clearly very friendly!
Seeing Mrs. Maxim chatting with Dumbledore again, Loira felt a little relaxed, and the tension slowly disappeared.
It's really nothing, right?
"boom!"
Just as Loila was thinking this, a flame reignited in the fireplace, and then a middle-aged man dressed in a black robe and holding a cane slowly walked out.
Upon seeing him appear, Dumbledore and Mrs. Maxime slowly rose to their feet.
"Long time no see, Dumbledore." Before the two of them could speak, the middle-aged man spoke first, nodding slightly with a somewhat arrogant air.
"By the way, it's been a long time, Mrs. Maxim."
"Just a side note—you Germans are so polite." Mrs. Maxim raised an eyebrow, her tone not exactly gentle.
It was clear that she did not have a good relationship with Principal Durmstrang.
"Please have a seat, gentlemen," Dumbledore said gently. Although there was nothing particularly special in his tone, it was enough to stop the two headmasters from their unpleasant exchange.
The middle-aged man slowly sat down opposite Loyla, then slowly picked up his black tea. He looked at Loyla with a slightly strange expression, as if he didn't quite know who she was.
Loila looked at him with a bit of a puzzlement. Who was this? She couldn't remember him at all. But... he seemed a little familiar. Who was he?
As Loila was pondering, the middle-aged man slowly spoke: "Headmaster Dumbledore, aren't you going to introduce this gentleman—"
"A student?"
"She's not a student." Dumbledore blinked and sat down. "She's a professor at Hogwarts."
"Miss Loila Hamilton."
"Loila—Hamilton?" The middle-aged man murmured the name, his arrogant face slightly furrowing. Then, his body suddenly trembled, an irregular tremor, as if he were convulsing.
His entire face was contorted with fear, and he growled as if he had seen some demon, "No—"
Don't come any closer!
"I know nothing—Hamilton—Loila—I—I know nothing!"
What's going on here?!
Not only Loila, but Dumbledore and Mrs. Maxim were also taken aback.
All three of them subconsciously stood up and looked at the middle-aged man who started acting up as soon as he heard the name Loila.
However, before the three could make any move, the middle-aged man's convulsions stopped, and he simply passed out.
"Hmm?" Loila pursed her lips awkwardly and looked at Dumbledore and Mrs. Maxim.
No—I don't even remember who you are—and then suddenly, suddenly like this—is this some actor that Dumbledore hired to frame me?
I don't know anything!
Loila innocently pursed her lips, took a few steps back, and then plopped down on the sofa.
"Miss Hamilton—have you seen him?" Dumbledore asked slowly.
"I—I didn't recognize him—who is he—" Loila awkwardly poked her fingers.
"He is Igor Karkarov, the principal of Durmstrang."
Igor Karkarov?
Loila paused for a moment upon hearing this, then subconsciously gripped her wand tighter.
Karkaroff—a name that left a deep impression on Roy, except—in her mind, this guy was already dead—
Is he still alive? Why—why is he still alive? A person like him—clearly—
But—my classmate—it was you!
Loila's blue eyes beneath her mask stared coldly at the unconscious Karkaroff.
Then—I must kill you.
(End of this volume)
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