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Why go to Durmstrang?

It must be for the spell proficiency cards and entry upgrade cards! !

What else could they be trying to do, just to make their principal look older? Is it colder there?

Devereux stretched, his expression very leisurely. When the time comes, he will follow Karkaroff to explore Durmstrang. The principal will take him with him. Isn't the 100% exploration rate within reach?

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Outside the tent, the scene was in an uproar.

The reporters' cameras flashed one after another, and they never stopped from the moment Lu Ping started explaining. Their fingers almost broke the shutter button, eager to capture every detail.

"Oh my God! Is what Alexander said true?"

One reporter exclaimed excitedly in a low voice, his tone full of disbelief.

"Does this mean that someone really used Durmstrang's disguise potion to sneak in?"

Another reporter answered with a complicated expression on his face, one that was both surprised and a little excited.

"Then what do they want to do?"

A wizard who was watching whispered in a low voice, with uneasiness in his voice.

"Isn't it another conspiracy of the dark wizard?"

Among the crowd, Mr. Lovegood's reaction stood out.

His eyes were wide with excitement, and the strange-shaped camera in his hand kept adjusting its angle, trying to capture the best shot.

His voice was high-pitched and excited.

"It's true! I had already guessed that there would be a terrorist attack today! This time it was so worth it!"

His words set off a powder keg, and conspiracy theories quickly spread throughout the venue.

Some people even used apparation to leave the scene.

Suddenly there was a bang in the field! Bang! Bang!

Loud noises continued.

In the midst of the chaotic scene, there was a clear "pop" sound, and a Ministry of Magic official with fluffy hair like a lion apparated in front of everyone.

"Everyone, please be patient!"

He walked steadily toward the center, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, and his voice was low but penetrating.

"I am the Director of the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic, Scrimgeour. I can assure you that our venue is absolutely safe and no suspicious persons have entered!"

Scrimgeour did not cast the Loud Voice Charm, but his voice seemed to carry an innate majesty that penetrated all the noise and reached everyone's ears.

I don't know whether it was because his aura was too strong, or because his hair like a lion's mane was impossible to ignore. The crowd that had been talking about it fell silent instantly. Everyone held their breath and focused on him.

Muhammad, standing on the edge of the crowd, was putting a few gold coins into his arms.

He gently patted the shoulder of a wizard in front of him, smiled and rejected the gold coin bet offered by the other party.

"It's okay, I'll come back to you later."

He turned around and looked at Scrimgeour indifferently.

Scrimgeour was slowly scanning the crowd at this time, his eyes carrying a sense of scrutiny, as if everyone might be a potential suspect.

However, when his eyes briefly met Muhammad's, there was no pause, as if the other person was just an ordinary passerby, he looked away without hesitation.

There was a sneer on Muhammad's face, and then he turned around and walked to the corner of the exhibition hall, hiding in a shadow.

This is a hollow area between several large booths. It is dark and deserted. Almost no one would go to this place for no reason.

He stood in the shadows, sighed softly, and then put his hands on his forehead, his fingertips accurately pressing the skin near the hairline.

As his fingers exerted force, the skin actually lifted up like a thin mask.

Click——

The sound was like a dry branch being broken, which was chilling.

Muhammad began to slowly take off his "face". As the skin was peeled off, his facial features gradually blurred, and the original gentle eyes disappeared, replaced by a pair of cold and sharp eyes, like blades that made people dare not look straight. See.

The outline of his face changed rapidly, his cheekbones became taller, his nose bridge was as straight as a knife, his jaw line was sharp and distinct, and his whole face showed a cold military temperament.

And his body shape also changed accordingly.

The shoulders began to expand outwards, and the bones made a slight creaking sound, like iron chains being tightened.

The chest swelled, the muscles quickly filled up, the arms became thicker, and the finger joints also enlarged.

His waistline was tightened, his legs were lengthened, and his whole body appeared taller and straighter.

This process is not elegant, but has a bit of strange and strange feeling.

As the skin was completely peeled off, a few veins were exposed on his neck, like winding snakes, which gradually calmed down.

Muhammad looked down at the piece of "skin" in his hand. It no longer looked like real flesh, but like a thin piece of cloth with slightly curled edges and a strange luster.

He looked indifferent, rubbed his hands gently, and the "skin" began to rotate and fold on its own, and finally turned into a pure gold bracelet, smooth and flawless, and was worn on his right wrist.

He raised his head, took a deep breath, and turned his gaze in the direction of the podium, with an imperceptible murderous intent in his cold eyes.

He murmured softly.

"Scrimgeour, the Lord will not let you go."

As he spoke, the man took out a seemingly ordinary gold coin from his pocket. With a flick of his fingertips, the gold coin slowly unfolded like petals and turned into a piece of human skin as thin as cicada wings.

The human skin exuded a faint metallic luster, with slightly curled edges, like some kind of weird handicraft.

The man covered his face with the human skin without hesitation, and adjusted the position with his hands skillfully, as if he was wearing a perfectly fitting mask.

Click--Crack--

As the human skin merged with his skin, his facial features, outlines, and even his body shape changed rapidly.

His originally stern face became dry and old, his cheeks sunken, and there was a bit of neurotic cunning between his eyebrows.

His hair quickly became sparse until he became almost bald, with only a few strands of gray hair on his head stubbornly sticking to his scalp.

His originally upright body gradually became hunched, his back slightly bent, his shoulders collapsed, and the whole person looked like an old tree eroded by wind and rain.

His arms became thin and long, the bones at the joints were clearly visible, and even his nails became rough and yellow.

When the transformation was complete, he had become a well-known image-the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, Tom!

"Tom" looked down at his shriveled hands, and his usual, slightly neurotic smile appeared on his face.

He grinned slightly, and his smile was strange and strange, which made people shudder.

He slowly took out an old key from his waist. The key seemed to have experienced the baptism of time, with a mottled surface and a little wear on the edges.

Tom raised the key in front of his eyes, looked up and down, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

Then, he raised his left arm, and his voice was low and hoarse, as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat:

"Backup plan, start."

But suddenly his steps stopped, and a voice came from the watch on his left hand.

"Dumbledore appeared in Hogwarts, which is inconsistent with the intelligence, and needs attention."

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