Chapter 149

Maka stepped into demstrom castle with the eyes of a large number of students.

Unlike Hogwarts, demstrom's castle has only four floors, but it is still very imposing. Compared with Hogwarts castle, its architectural style is less round and more angular.

Around the castle, there is a vast expanse of land. Except for a few days of melting snow in summer, most other periods are in a white state.

At the back of the castle, there is a great lake that will never freeze by magic, and several mountains that look particularly high. In addition to demstrom's ships floating and docking in the lake, some unknown ghost ships appear or disappear there occasionally.

The perennial low temperature environment makes the students here wear thick coats. Although they are not as bulky as Muggle winter clothes because of the production materials, most of the girls here can't show their moving posture.

At present, the summer here is almost over. If not, Maka can still feel the wonder of summer polar day, which ranks first among the specialties of demstrom college.

"I'll take you to the headmaster's office first." Krum said reluctantly.

To tell the truth, since Igor kakarov took office as president, many students' parents have taken their children out of school because of his ruthlessness.

In terms of his reputation alone, it may be regarded as a new low in the history of demstrom college.

The number of students in this school, which originally had not many students, is even smaller now. Maka followed Krum through several corridors, and they didn't meet a few people except for a few portraits on the wall that would glance at them at random.

"Are all the students on the ship just now?" Marca asked curiously.

"Yes, since the headmaster took office..." Krum shook his head and didn't finish, but what he wanted to say had been clearly expressed.

"Dong Dong"

They soon came to the left of the top floor of the castle, where the headmaster's office was.

"Come in."

A cold voice rang. Krum immediately pushed the door open and reached for Maka. Obviously, he doesn't want to follow in.

Maka nodded indifferently and walked calmly in.

The principal's room looks very spacious, and because there are windows on both sides, the lighting here is good before the sun goes down.

On the right hand side of the door, a row of high bookshelves lean against the wall side by side, and the books on them are neatly arranged. It seems that no one takes them for reading, but purely for decoration.

When Maka looked deep into the room, he saw a tall and thin wizard with short white hair and a curled goatee on his chin.

He was standing behind a large desk, staring at Marca with his old face, cold and sharp eyes.

"Hello, Mr. kakarov." Maka took the lead and said hello calmly.

"Yes, hello... Mr. McLean, who had a lot of scenery at the Quidditch World Cup." kakarov's sharp eyes kept staring at Maka without even blinking.

The wand he held in his hand shook all the time, and a piece of gray folded paper suddenly floated from the table, "clatter" and whirled towards Maka.

Maka took out the wand hidden in her sleeve and shook it lightly. The stack of paper immediately got out of kakarov's control and stopped steadily in front of Maka.

He waved his wand again, the paper stretched out, and the information on it immediately reflected in Maka's eyes.

This is the latest "prophet daily", and the front page headline is a large piece of news denouncing Maka for making a scene of the World Cup final.

In the middle of the news, the scene of Maka riding a broomstick and standing behind more than a dozen Death Eaters was vividly photographed by the reporter - well, after all, this is a magic photo. If anyone can't move, it can only be because many people are half dead.

"I thought I could be photographed cooler. After all, making headlines on the front page is not a big event in my life... Oh, yes, columnist Rita Skeeter, probably no one else can write such a 'wonderful' article."

Maka pointed the name in the newspaper with the tip of her stick and waved it.

I saw the newspaper closed and folded in an instant, and then shot at kakarov at a faster speed than just now. Just as kakarov frowned and stretched out his wand to plan for the next time, the newspaper suddenly lost its flight speed, turned into ice blue and transparent color, and fell into a piece of fine ice residue on the desk in front of him.

"Stop playing these tricks, kakarov." Maka put away her false smile and said expressionless, "isn't my letter clear enough? Do you want to go to Voldemort?"

"Damn it! Don't mention that name here!" kakarov became nervous. For him, the name meant taboo.

Maka looked at him calmly and stared at kakarov a little hairy. Then she paced towards kakarov step by step.

"I made a big fuss and attracted his attention. He probably can't think of dealing with you traitor for the time being - but you should understand that for you, it's just the difference between earlier and later..."

Maka stood at her desk and saw kakarov's eyes begin to flash. She sneered, "don't think about running away. Do you think you can escape?"

Maka suddenly pointed out his idea, and kakarov's hand trembled at once.

As a former Death Eater, as a traitor who betrayed Voldemort in order to leave Azkaban and gave the Death Eater list, how could the Dark Lord who has returned let him go?

"Avada --" bang! "

As the president of demstrom college, who advocates dueling and is keen on teaching combat magic, although kakarov is far less powerful and invincible than Dumbledore, his combat ability is definitely not weak.

When he decided to fight Maka, he had already known Maka's strength and had already prepared a series of responses. There were even a dozen subsequent spells!

But kakarov never thought that when he stretched out his wand to Maka, he was greeted by a fist.

"Except your weapon."

So kakarov's wand flew to the corner of the room.

"Oh, I'm sorry..." Maka took back her fist and rubbed her mouth. "I'm used to playing Dementors in Azkaban. It's really not for you."

"You... What do you want!" kakarov fell down on his chair, looked flustered, and a layer of fine sweat had seeped from his forehead. "You somehow sent a letter to threaten me, and now you come to my office to ridicule me... What do you want from me?"

"Didn't I make it very clear in my letter? It's just a transfer place for demstrom. By the way, take me to Hogwarts..." Maka stood up and said, "you know, the top three competition."

"You know --"

"Of course I know," Maka immediately interrupted kakarov's nonsense and continued, "I also know that this time not only restarted the top three competition, but also made its final reward more attractive, didn't it?"

"You even know that? You... Do you and Dumbledore..." kakarov was almost speechless by the information revealed by Maka intentionally or unintentionally.

"So, this will be your only chance." Maka summoned kakarov's wand and threw it back into kakarov's hand. "If you cooperate with us, you may be relieved to be your headmaster; if you don't cooperate with us, you're ready to run away at any time!"

"... yes, that's right... Then he caught you in any corner and sent you to have afternoon tea with death himself."

Kakarov clutched the wand that returned to his hand again. For a long time, he was still paralyzed in his chair and waved his hand in frustration.

"Listen to you. Do what you say..." kakarov said weakly. "I fully understand that in this world, everything depends on strength."

"Maybe!" said Marca noncommittally. "By the way, should you change your stink? Look how many students there are in the school?"

"It's none of your business!" kakarov said impatiently.

"Students are the inside information. If you can manage it carefully, you won't want to escape now."

Maka pointed out the window. There were sporadic students still beating and laughing. Although the number was small, it vaguely showed the vitality of a school.

Kakarov stood up, turned his head and looked out, and gradually lost his mind. He didn't even notice when Maka left.

"It's better for him to use his crooked mind than to run away. At least it can distract him!" thought Maka as she walked in the slightly empty corridor.

Now, let's move forward a little

In fact, after Maka left the world cup, the British Ministry of magic has made a mess.

All kinds of roaring letters from all over the world are like bombing. The Ministry of magic is full of scattered scraps of paper and roaring voices.

The news of the prophet daily also added a fire to the chaos every day, picking up some unnecessary details and scolding the officials of the Ministry of magic.

No, Ron's father, Mr. Weasley, suffered.

The newspaper claimed that an official of the Ministry of magic showed up shortly after the black mark appeared. He claimed that no one was hurt, but declined to give more information. But just an hour later, several bodies were carried out of the woods.

Although the newspaper said it was just a rumor for the time being, readers would not pay attention to it.

The writer of this news, of course, is Rita Skeeter, who always makes trouble and full of gimmicks. Her manuscript has always been cunning in angle, which is very interesting to those readers who are afraid of chaos in the world.

"I don't know how Hermione is. She hasn't heard anything since she came home..." Ron said to Harry nearby. "We should go and see her."