Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

The visitor said very unhappily, and then after looking at Moody for a while, he showed his iconic yellow teeth: "After all, I am the headmaster of Durmstrang, on the same level as Professor Dumbledore, and you are just a professor at Hogwarts."

It was hard to imagine that Karkaroff, who had previously felt uncomfortable whenever he saw Moody, could now speak to Moody in such a confrontational tone.

Ever since Karkaroff was caught by Auror Moody and sent to the Wizengamot more than ten years ago, he would be terrified every time he saw him.

Moody frowned when he heard what the other party said. He also felt that Karkaroff's attitude today was very strange, and he looked fearless.

"If you have any nonsense to say, just say it now."

Moody said impatiently, his magic eye turned in another direction and stared at Karkaroff.

Karkaroff, who was being stared at by the magic eye, had a hint of unnaturalness on his face, but he still said, "After discussing with Professor Dumbledore last night, we plan to hold a seminar on magic exchange and sharing."

"I think it is necessary to let the students of Hogwarts see the knowledge from Durmstrang."

"So I will need to take up your next few Defense Against the Dark Arts classes. Of course, in return, you can also help teach our Durmstrang students."

"This is a plan that Professor Dumbledore and I worked out together."

As Karkaroff spoke, he took out a parchment scroll signed by both him and Dumbledore and threw it onto the table.

"A seminar on magic exchange and sharing?"

Moody glanced at the document and repeated that this was the first time he had heard of such a seminar. He then stared at Karkaroff with a sharp look and said in an extremely stern tone: "I don't care what your purpose is. I will keep my eyes on you. If you dare to do anything, I will catch you."

"Then you can try to send me to Azkaban."

Karkaroff added grimly.

"I will! Do you think I don't dare?!"

Moody raised his voice and glared at Karkaroff fiercely.

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

Moody gave Karkaroff a long look.

Karkaroff glared back without showing any weakness.

As long as 'that' returns completely, Azkaban will be meaningless.

You bastards who dare to challenge 'that person'.

All! Must! Die!

The cat still refuses to eat. I have tried cat food, canned food, snacks, nutritional paste, catnip balls, and everything I can think of. Sigh...

Chapter 310 Black Magic Branch Curse

In actual combat, Karkaroff is not inferior to Moody. If the two really fight, the odds are 40-60 (excluding all external factors and counting it as a pure wizard duel, the current winning rate is Karkaroff 60-Moody 4. After all, Moody is covered in scars now, and he is over 70 years old and no longer young. The probability back then was Karkaroff 40-Moody 60). It's just that Karkaroff was hunted down by Moody for six months, which left him with a psychological trauma. That's why he was a little scared when he saw Moody.

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

After studying with Moody for a while, I realized that there was not much knowledge left for him to teach. Currently, there were only two most practical advanced spells left, "Ultimate Protection" and "End of All Spells". But they have been arranged in the learning progress.

Dudley is already thinking about the future

Learning never stops, he still needs to continue learning, and now he has his eyes on the magic of other schools.

After all, Durmstrang is one of the three largest magic schools in Europe, and it is also a magic school famous for its research on dark magic. As the principal, Karkaroff must have a certain level of magical attainments.

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

As Moody came down from the podium, Karkaroff stood back to where he had been standing before. He glanced around the classroom, as if observing the students' expressions. When he saw Dudley, he paused slightly, then his eyes fell on Harry.

"From today on, I, Karkaroff, the headmaster of Durmstrang School of Magic, will teach you for a while. I hope we can get along well."

Karkaroff said, baring his two rows of big yellow teeth.

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

Since the 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 say anything, Lucius would probably not send Draco to Durmstrang. Moreover, he and Narcissa both graduated from Hogwarts.

They can criticize Hogwarts, but if they really have to choose one, it would still be Hogwarts.

"I heard that Durmstrang can openly study the Dark Arts."

“Now is a good time to see what their level is.”

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

After being taught by three excellent teachers, Lupin, the fake Moody and the real Moody, the level of defense against the dark arts of the Hogwarts wizards, especially the fourth-grade wizards, is very high.

If Karkaroff's level is not up to par, it will be a disgrace to the world.

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

"We have another course in contrast—"

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

"dark magic!"

He said this in a mysterious way, but it did not cause much reaction from the young wizards. Compared with the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class this year, this seemed much easier. The fake Moody demonstrated the three unforgivable curses in the first class.

I thought it would cause some commotion, but unexpectedly it was surprisingly calm.

Karkaroff coughed twice to hide his embarrassment, then he sorted out his words and continued, "So the content of my first lesson for you is - Dark Magic, or more precisely, an extremely special branch of Dark Magic."

"curse!"

When the other little wizards heard the word, they showed little interest, but Harry became interested instantly.

Black magic is just a general term. Many spells can be classified as black magic, and its content is all-encompassing. Curses, which pass negative influences to others, are naturally included in it.

But it is unpopular in black magic.

Due to the shortcomings of harsh casting conditions, long time consumption and poor ability in direct confrontation, there are very few dark wizards who use curse magic.

Killing people is not as convenient as just "eating a big melon". Similarly, the Cruciatus Curse can achieve a similar purpose when torturing people.

As a result, few dark wizards today are willing to spend time studying this school of thought.

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

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

Karkaroff asked.

"medium!"

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

"Very correct, Mr. Potter!"

Karkaroff first affirmed Harry, then continued: "Curses are usually directed at another person, but they can also be used to bewitch an object, passing on negative effects to those who come into contact with it. The most important thing to remember is that curses are almost impossible to reverse, which makes them particularly dangerous. You must think carefully before releasing a curse."

Although the "Curse" has many disadvantages, it still has its own advantages, that is, it is invisible and extremely difficult to deal with.

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

Invisible means that the curse is extremely concealed and can kill a person without anyone noticing. During the most popular period of the curse, many wizards died inexplicably because of it. It can be understood that other black magic is similar to a frontal warrior, and the curse is an assassin who kills people invisibly.

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

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

After all, for a wizard to become the principal of one of the three major magic schools, it is impossible for him to not have some skills.

The young wizards all listened very carefully, especially Harry. He was the most enthusiastic one whenever it came to dark magic.

The Curse of Weakness, whose full name is the Curse of Weakness and Powerlessness, is the content of Karkaroff's first lesson today. It can make the body of the cursed person become extremely weak, as if he had gone to the toilet more than twenty times in a row. It is not difficult and the harm is low. It is similar to the minor evil curse such as "Grinning Hulala" in black magic.

Harry was almost the first one to master it. Just look at his partner Draco's overindulgent look to know how perfect his release was.

This made Karkaroff look at him more.

Even better dark magic talent than Viktor.

Chapter 311 The Missing Auror Team

"Ha hu. Ha hu."

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

He woke up from a nightmare.

He had been having the same dream recently, and today was no exception. A decaying old house, vicious curses, pitiful pleas for mercy, green light, and big ears that looked very similar to those of a house-elf.

After groping around the bedside for a while with trembling arms, he picked up his thick-framed glasses and put them on.

The world gradually became clear.

I took a look at the watch that Brother D gave me.

The time showed 4:45 AM.

At this time, the moon was hanging high on the branches, and there was silence outside the window. Occasionally, one could hear the sound of owls flapping their wings and flying past the window.

Ron on the bed next to him was lying on the bed in a strange posture, with his butt sticking out and mumbling something in his sleep, and occasionally a few puffing sounds could be heard.

Neville on the other side was snoring at a level that was neither too loud nor too soft, and occasionally letting out a few silly giggles, obviously in a sweet dream.

Harry rubbed his temples hard, trying to ease the pain in his brain, but it helped but the effect was not significant.

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, then slowly unclenched them.

Although he didn't know why he dreamed of that person, Brother D had told him before that a wizard's dream was not that simple. It could be a sign or it could be something that is happening now.

Whatever the case, it must be taken seriously.

Fortunately, he learned the art of brain occlusion, so others could not find his trace through dreams, which was enough to deal with any situation.

Harry looked out the window and then at the time, but ultimately decided not to follow and rest, as his sleepiness had worn off.

Harry was not the only one who couldn't sleep at night, there was also a powerful man.

"Can anyone tell me what's going on?"

Minister of Magic Fudge, wearing plaid pajamas, was dancing and raging in his office.

Those who were scolded by him were several officials from the Ministry of Magic, who, judging from their clothes, were at least directors.

"First, Miss Bertha Jorkins of the Department of Magical Games and Sports disappeared. The 'strikers' found signs of dark magic during their investigation at the scene, which means that dark wizards are involved." Seeing that his colleagues were silent, Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office, had no choice but to speak.

Rufus Scrimgeour, the man who looked like a lion.

"So I arranged for a team of Aurors to investigate this matter."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the furious Fudge, who said sarcastically, "Yes, you arranged it. You arranged a team of Aurors to investigate this matter, but there has been no news in the past two weeks. Now you tell me that they are missing?!"

Facing Fudge's questioning, Scrimgeour continued to explain: "They must have encountered something dangerous and couldn't get away, Minister. We are trying our best to find them."

"That's enough! I don't want to hear any explanation! That's a whole team of Aurors! Not a team of pigs! And now there's not even a single bit of news, do you want me to praise you?!"

Fudge was going mad.

The disappearance of a wizard is completely different from the disappearance of a small team of Aurors. The former can be covered up with other excuses, but the latter, as the protector of the wizarding world, is gone, and the impact is not small.

If he doesn't handle this well, his support rate will drop!

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

Fudge stared at Scrimgeour.

"I'll arrange for other Aurors."

"You want the Ministry to lose another team of Aurors?"

Fudge rejected his suggestion without even thinking about it.

“But we can’t just leave it alone!”

"That's your problem! You're the Head of the Auror Office!"