Hogwarts: I'm Cousin Harry.

"Of course you dare." Karkaroff curled his lips and said disdainfully: "Just like back then."

Moody gave Karkaroff a deep look.

Karkaroff stared back without any sign of weakness.

As long as 'that one' returns completely, all Azkaban will be in vain.

You bastards who dare to challenge 'the one'.

All!have to!die!

Mao Maotou still refuses to eat, cat food, canned food, snacks, nutrition cream, catnip balls... all the available methods have been used, alas. . .

Chapter 310 308 Curse of the Black Magic Branch

In fact, Karkaroff is not inferior to Moody in terms of actual combat. If the two of them really fight, they will be at a level of 70 to [-] (excluding all external factors purely based on wizard duels, the current winning rate is Karkarov [-], Moody [-], after all) Moody is now covered in scars all over his body, and he is no longer young at the age of over [-]. The probability back then was Karkaroff was four, Moody was six), but Moody chased him crazily for six months. Karkaroff was mentally disturbed, so he was a little frightened when he saw Moody.

This special seminar on magic exchange and sharing was obviously organized by Dudley and arranged by Karkaroff.

After studying with Moody for a while, I know that there is not much knowledge left that he can teach. At present, there are only two most practical high-level magic spells, 'Ultimate Protection' and 'Ultimate Curse', which have not been taught. It is arranged in the learning progress.

Dudley was already thinking about the future.

There is no end to learning, he still needs to continue learning, and now he is eyeing the magic of other schools.

After all, Durmstrang is one of the three major magic schools in Europe, and it is also a magic school famous for the study of black magic. As the principal, Karkaroff must have a certain level of magical attainments.

Dudley wants to learn about Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

As Moody came down from the podium, Karkaroff stood where he originally stood and glanced around the classroom, seemingly observing the students' expressions. He paused slightly when he saw Dudley. Then it fell to Harry again.

"Starting from today, I, Karkaroff, the principal of Durmstrang Magic School, will teach you for a period of time. I hope we can get along happily."

Karkaroff said while chewing his two rows of big yellow teeth.

"I was originally going to Durmstrang. My father thinks that school is better. If it weren't for my mother who still thinks Hogwarts is the best, maybe I wouldn't be sitting here." Draco whispered. Said to Harry.

Since that second game, there has been a subtle change in the relationship between the two, and they seem to have become closer.

Karkaroff is the headmaster of Durmstrang. Even if Draco's mother Narcissa didn't tell him, Lucius would most likely not send Draco to Durmstrang, and both he and Narcissa were Graduated from Hogwarts.

Black Hogwarts is Black Hogwarts, but if they really had to choose one, it would have to be Hogwarts.

"I heard that Durmstrang can openly study dark magic."

"It's a good time to see how good they are."

Draco raised his chin slightly and sat in a more comfortable position.

After the training of three outstanding teachers, Lupine, Fake Moody and Real Moody, the defense against dark arts level of Hogwarts, especially the fourth grade wizards, is not bad.

If Karkaroff's level is not good enough, he will be embarrassed and lose his reputation.

"I know the name of your class is Defense Against the Dark Arts. We don't have this course in Durmstrang."

"In contrast, we have another course——"

Karkaroff's words aroused the curiosity of many young wizards, especially those born in Muggle families. They did not know that there were three magic schools in Europe before this year.

"dark magic!"

I saw him pretending to be mysterious, but it did not cause much reaction from the little wizards. Compared with the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class this year, this seemed more childish. The fake Moody demonstrated in the first class He cast the three unforgivable curses.

I originally thought it would cause some excitement, but unexpectedly it turned out to be unexpectedly calm.

Karkaroff coughed twice to hide his embarrassment, and after sorting out his words, he continued: "So the content of the first lesson I give you is - Black magic is an extremely special branch of black magic to be precise."

"curse!"

Hearing this word, the other little wizards showed little interest, but Harry became interested instantly.

Black magic is just a general term. Many curses can be classified into the category of black magic. The content can be said to be all-encompassing. Curse, a spell that transmits negative effects to other people, is naturally included in it.

It's just that it is unpopular among black magic.

The shortcomings of demanding spell casting conditions, long time consumption, and inability to engage in direct conflicts have resulted in very few dark wizards using curse magic.

Killing people is not as convenient as chewing a big melon, and the Cruciatus Curse can also achieve a similar purpose to a curse when torturing people.

So much so that few current dark wizards are willing to spend time studying this genre.

But Karkaroff is one of these very few people, and the black magic he is best at is curses.

"Does anyone know what the key point of the curse is?"

Karkaroff asked.

"medium!"

Harry shouted out reflexively without even thinking. It was obvious that he was very interested in the curse.

"Exactly, Mr. Potter!"

Karkaroff first affirmed Harry, and then continued: "Curses are usually directed at another person, but they can also be used to bewitch an object and pass on negative effects to the people who come into contact with it. The most important point is please Remember that curses are nearly impossible to reverse, which makes them particularly dangerous, and always think carefully before unleashing them."

Although the 'curse' has many shortcomings, it still has its own advantages, that is, it is invisible and extremely difficult to deal with.

As long as a medium is available, the curse can be released even if the two parties are thousands of miles apart.

Invisibility means that the curse is extremely concealed and can kill a person without anyone noticing.During the period when the curse was most popular, many wizards died inexplicably because of this. It can be understood that other black magic is similar to the warrior who just faces the curse, and the curse is an invisible assassin who kills people.

It is extremely difficult to deal with. The curse is almost irreversible and may be hereditary. The blood curse, a well-known incurable disease in the wizarding world, is a very bad curse.

Although Karkaroff's character is not very good, he is still very good at teaching.

After all, he is a wizard who can become the principal of three major magic schools. Without some skills, it is impossible.

The little wizards all listened very seriously, especially Harry. He was the most motivated person when it came to dark magic.

Curse of Weakness, the full name is Curse of Weakness, is the content of Karkaroff's first lesson today. It can make the cursed person's body become very weak as if he has been to the toilet more than 20 times in a row. It is not difficult and harmful. Low, similar to a small evil curse like 'Grin and Hula La' in black magic.

Harry was almost the first to master it, and just look at the overindulgent look on his partner Draco's face to see how perfect his release was.

This made Karkaroff couldn't help but take another look at him.

He has even better black magic qualifications than Viktor.

Chapter 311 309 Missing Auror Team

"Ha Ho Ha Ho"

Harry, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly sat up from the bed, breathing heavily, and his wet pajamas were soaked with sweat.

he woke up from a nightmare

He has been dreaming of the same dream lately, and today is no exception. A decaying old house, vicious curses, a pitiful plea for mercy, a green light, and big ears that are very similar to a house elf.

After groping on the head of the bed for a while with trembling arms, he picked up his thick-rimmed glasses and put them on.

The world gradually became clearer.

He took a look at the watch given to him by Brother D.

The time showed 45:[-] am.

At this time, the moon hung high on the branches, and the outside window was silent. Occasionally, the sound of owls flying past the window could be heard.

On the bed next door, Ron was lying on the bed in a strange posture, pouting and whispering something in his sleep. Occasionally, he could hear a few popping sounds.

Neville on the other side was snoring, neither too loud nor too small, and he let out a few giggles from time to time. He was obviously in a sweet dream.

Harry rubbed his temples vigorously, trying to relieve the pain in his brain. Although it worked, it had little effect.

The dream just now was very clear and vivid, as if he had experienced a surreal 5D movie, especially that sound. He would never forget it. He had heard it in the first grade.

that man

Harry clenched his fists unconsciously, and then slowly unclenched them.

Although he didn't know why he dreamed about that person. Brother D had told him before that the wizard's dream was not that simple. It could be an omen or something that was happening now.

Whatever the case, attention must be paid to

Fortunately, he has learned Occlumency, and others cannot find traces of him through dreams. No matter what the situation is, he is enough to deal with it.

Harry looked out the window and then at the time, but in the end he didn't follow him to rest, as all his sleepiness was gone.

At this time, Harry was not the only one who could not sleep at night, but also a man of high authority.

"Who can tell me what's going on?"

Fudge, the Minister of Magic, wearing plaid pajamas, was dancing and throwing a tantrum in his office.

The people he reprimanded were several officials from the Ministry of Magic, all of whom were at least director level judging by their clothing.

"First, Miss Bertha Jorkins of the Department of Magical Sports and Sports disappeared. According to the 'Strikemen''s investigation at the scene, they found signs of black magic, which means that a dark wizard is involved." Seeing that his colleagues did not say anything. , Scrimgeour, as the director of the Auror Office, could only bite the bullet and speak.

Rufus Scrimgeour, the lion-like man.

"So I arranged for an Auror team to investigate the matter."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the furious Fudge, who said angrily: "Yes, you arranged it. You arranged an Auror team to investigate this matter, but in the past two weeks, there is no news at all. They didn’t tell me anything. Now you’re telling me they’re missing?!”

Faced with Fudge's questioning, Scrimgeour continued to explain: "They must have encountered something dangerous and couldn't get away. Minister, we are already doing our best to find it."

"That's enough! I don't want to hear the explanation! That's a whole small team of Aurors! Not a small team of pigs! Now there's not even any news. Do you want me to praise you?!"

Fudge was going mad with anger.

The nature of a missing wizard and the missing of a small team of Aurors are completely different. The former can be fooled by other excuses, but the latter. As the protector of the magic world, the impact is not the slightest.

If he doesn't handle it well, his approval rating will drop!

"Mr. Rufus, what I want is to find the missing person. Can you tell me how to solve this matter?"

Fudge stared at Scrimgeour.

"I'll arrange for other Aurors."

"You want the Ministry to lose another Auror squad?"

Fudge rejected his suggestion without thinking.

"But we can't just leave it alone!"

"That's your problem! You're the head of the Auror office!"

Rufus Scrimgeour:

"I'll give you another week to resolve this matter."

After saying that, he kicked the other person out of the office regardless of whether he could do it or not.

"The rest of you come with me to Hogwarts, I need to meet Dumbledore."

Fudge's complexion was extremely pale at this time.

"Are you sure you want to visit Professor Dumbledore now?"

A director of an unknown department asked. The current time is [-]:[-] in the morning, which is normally a rest period.

"Is there anything you can't do?"

Fudge glared hard at the person who spoke, who was obviously frightened.

Only Dumbledore or Dudley can help him, no one else is reliable.

"But."

The other people in the room looked at Fudge, who was wearing pajamas, with a strange look on his face, but Fudge himself seemed not to know.

At this moment, there were three knocks on the door of the office. After getting Fudge's approval, he opened the door and walked in. The person who came turned out to be Percy, who was holding a set of clothes: "Minister Fudge, these are your clothes." .”

Percy handed the clothes to Fudge respectfully.

This behavior of giving pillows when sleepy came undoubtedly won Fudge's great favor.

He patted Percy's shoulder hard to encourage him: "Well done, Percy, you are worthy of being my secretary."

He really likes his secretary more and more, becomes more and more handy, and becomes more and more inseparable from him. He can make plans in advance for everything.