I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

A sudden cool breeze blew on the lake, causing ripples and scattering the reflections of the surrounding auditorium on the lake.

Karkaroff comforted his best friend Viktor, but ignored Vasily.

In fact, Vasily has long been used to being ignored by Viktor. Ever since Viktor showed his talent for Quidditch and magic since entering school, this has been the case with Karkaroff, who has been following his lead.

But Georg, who had a good relationship with him, couldn't stand it anymore.

"Professor!" Georg complained dissatisfiedly for Vasily, "As the principal of Durmstrang, you should be even-handed, instead of being so obvious. Vasily is also a member of the Triwizard Tournament. Warrior, why are you indifferent to him, but are so rude to Viktor? If this is the case, then we should all drop out of school. You only need to teach Viktor one thing, and we can save your worries! "

Viktor blushed and lowered his head. Of course he also knew that this was not good, but he could not refuse to drink when the leader was toasting, or turn the tables while the leader was picking up the dishes. That would be giving away face.

But Karkaroff didn't mean to be embarrassed at all. He snorted and asked sinisterly: "Oh? Are you going to fight me in the ring?"

Georg frowned and said angrily: "I don't dare to fight with the principal, but I know that if there is a child in the family who dares to speak out, the family will not be ruined; if there are people in a country who dare to speak out, then the family will not be ruined. This country can also be saved!”

"Oh, what do you mean," Karkaroff glanced at Georg coldly: "If I don't listen to you, Durmstrang will go bankrupt?"

Georg hesitated and said, "It's hard to say."

Karkaroff became angry, took out a stick from under the table, and shouted hysterically: "You beast, I will kill you...kill you!"

Viktor and Vasily immediately stepped forward to hug Karkarov. At the same time, Viktor looked back at Georg, who was still standing like a goose, and shouted sadly: "Standing stupidly." What are you doing? Why don't you run away?"

Georg woke up from a dream, turned around and ran away.

At that speed, Western reporters are at a disadvantage.

Karkaroff was so angry that it took him a long time to calm down. The principals showed no intention to stop or comfort him. Karkaroff sighed, patted Vasily and Krum, and said Don't let me down.

He walked back to the referee's seat and sat down.

After a while, other warriors came one after another, and the surroundings were filled with people. Harry came last, running at a sprint, panting.

"I thought you weren't coming." A domineering voice sounded, it was Karkaroff.

Harry glanced at him without saying anything and sat next to Catherine.

"Isn't Miss Worley about to give up?" Karkaroff's sinister voice sounded again, "It seems that you don't care about your boyfriend. Do you think this is a class in the castle?" Charms course?"

Catherine glanced at him indifferently, opened her red lips lightly, and said coldly: "Your education seems not to be very good, Professor Karkaroff."

"What did you say?" Karkaroff stood up suddenly and pointed at Catherine with a trembling hand. Ever since he became the principal of Durmstrang, no student from the school has ever spoken to him like this. How could this not happen? To make him angry?

"Professor Dumbledore taught me humility. Don't think of it as the capital of your arrogance." Catherine said this and took out the wand from her arms.

"You want to challenge a principal? How arrogant!" Karkaroff glanced around.

McGonagall's professor moved quickly, yawned and lay down on the table to take a nap; Principal Dumbledore's glasses fell to the ground with a clatter, and he groped on the ground like a hero, mumbling what was going on. Why can't I find it?

Snape was more straightforward. He didn't even bother to pretend and just covered his eyes with his hands.

But a small gap was left.

Karkaroff couldn't help but think that they were tacitly allowing him to teach the disobedient students, so he quickly drew his wand.

As a result, before the posture was settled, the wand whirled and flew out.

Then, he felt like the world was spinning, and he flew up top-heavy. Then a huge force took him flying into the lake, and he quickly entered the water like a torpedo coming off the side.

A Karkaroff successfully entered the water!

All the students present were shocked. No one dared to believe that the principal of Durmstrang was not the enemy of this sixth-grade classmate. Especially the classmates of Durmstrang, their mouths were wide open. You could stuff a toad into it.

After being silent for a long time, I don’t know who raised the head. It should be a Gryffindor classmate - oh, it was Hermione. She was waving the Slytherin she snatched from who knows where. Flags, shouting: "Worey! Worey!"

After Hermione took the lead, everyone started shouting Catherine's name loudly, not to mention the excitement.

Elizabeth cheered loudly in the audience and shouted to the people around her, "See, this is my sister-in-law, is she awesome?"

Catherine was not disturbed by the cheers. She used the wand in one hand to control Karkaroff's flight trajectory, and waved the other hand cheerfully to everyone. She used the flying spell and the expulsion spell alternately, and Karkaroff was like Like a stone floating in water, it flies up when dipped in water and then falls into the water again.

"Who... Gulu Gulu... Special... Gulu Gulu... Oh... Gulu Gulu... Come... Gulu Gulu... Save... Gulu Gulu... I..." Karkaroff shouted intermittently, but No one responded to him.

It's not like nothing. Viktor really couldn't stand it anymore, so he stood up and wanted to beg Catherine, but Catherine just turned her head and glanced at him, then looked at him and returned to his seat.

Ms. Rita Skeeter's quill was almost flying as she quickly recorded the major events that happened before today's game; the cameraman next to her took photos one after another, and the camera almost burst into flames.

Normally this photographer treasures his camera the most, but with such an explosive news event today, what about a camera? Don't be so unfamiliar.

After five minutes, Dumbledore finally "found" his glasses. He raised his head, groaned, looked around at the staff or faculty who were pretending to be asleep or acting stupid, then looked at the warriors, and asked curiously : "Where is Professor Karkaroff?"

Harry pointed at Karkaroff, who was screaming and floating in the lake, and thought to himself, Professor, even if you can't see him, can't you hear his screams?

Professor Dumbledore just "awoke from a dream" and immediately stopped him: "Okay Catherine, what are you doing? Don't bully the same...Durmstrang principal!"

"But he was rude." Catherine's eyes were still cold.

"Fifty points for Slytherin." Professor Snape's voice appeared in time, with a lot of schadenfreude in it: "For Miss Worley to defeat a professor in a duel."

Look, it's Snape as expected. He can decide it in one sentence: it's a duel!

Catherine raised the corners of her lips slightly and cast a curse. Karkaroff flew back with claws and teeth, and landed on his seat impartially like a drowned rat.

"You...vomit..." Karkaroff wanted to speak, but water came out of his mouth. He held the table and started spitting out water. Now he didn't want to think about anything, he just wanted to spit out the water in his stomach. .

"The lake water in Hogwarts is delicious. I hope your dirty mouth has not polluted our pure lake." Catherine looked at Karkaroff with her green eyes: "But now I doubt your identity. Such magic It’s hard for people to believe that you are the principal of Durmstrang. Could it be someone pretending to be you?”

At this point, Catherine's jade hands wearing white lace gloves lightly covered her mouth, her face full of false disbelief.

The subtext is, no way, no way, there can't really be such a good principal...

Everyone here heard this sentence, including the audience, because Professor Snape, who was afraid of chaos in the world, secretly added a loud voice to Catherine.

That's too bad, Professor Snape, so I'll use my cat fist to catch him.

There was also a burst of cheerful laughter on the court. No one liked to see Karkaroff deflated. He just dropped the hamburger and stepped on it - not a good burger.

Karkaroff seemed to have vomited for a century, and his face was as pale as the legendary drowned water ghost. Viktor patted his back with concern, trying to calm him down.

After struggling for a while, Karkaroff weakly raised his head. The cold wind blew, and the wet clothes hanging on the body made the cold feeling even more intense.

Dumbledore sighed and quickly dried Karkaroff's clothes with a wave of his hand.

Karkaroff looked at Catherine viciously, but after all, he did not say the threat.

First of all, he is a principal. It is already embarrassing if he cannot beat the students. If he has to say harsh words, isn't that adding insult to injury?

Secondly, he is the kind of person who bullies the weak and fears the strong. With Catherine's strength, he doesn't even dare to retaliate because he sees a trace of the Dark Lord in Catherine.

Even if it was an illusion, he had to take it seriously.

Catherine narrowed her green eyes, glanced at Karkaroff with disdain, and sat back in her seat with her long legs.

She could tolerate Karkaroff's verbal sarcastic remarks about herself, but she could never tolerate Karkaroff's yin and yang about her feelings for Louis.

If it weren't for the fear of being affected by so many people watching today, he would have been waiting for the Transfiguration and the Cruciatus Curse.

"You are amazing! Catherine!" Harry whispered to Catherine excitedly.

"Yes, Miss Worley, I can't defeat a professor, let alone the principal." Cedric also praised Catherine in a low voice.

"Hmph." Catherine folded her arms in front of her chest and snorted coldly to express her acceptance of the two people's compliments.

It would be great if the person who complimented me just now was a deer, she thought arrogantly in her heart, wondering how that little bastard felt when he was soaking in the water, would he be scared? Waiting to save him?

At this time, Ludo Bagman came over, still wearing a khaki robe, and asked with a smile: "Are you all ready?"

Seeing no one objected, he continued: "Okay warriors, it was just a small episode. Now I want you to go to the shore and line up in a row. Yes, right now. There is no limit on the order. You can stand wherever you want. alright."

The warriors stood in order, and Catherine stood last.

She turned her head to see what Mr. Bagman was going to say, and happened to see him walking towards Harry.

"How are you, Harry?" Bagman led Harry a few steps back, avoiding Krum, and asked in a low voice, "Do you know what you are going to do?"

"I know." Harry nodded solemnly. Of course he knew that the purpose of this trip was to save Ron, and his good brother was waiting for him in the water.

Bagman squeezed Harry's shoulder hard and returned to the referee's table. He pointed his wand at his throat, as he would at a World Cup, and said, "Loud!"

So his voice was like thunder, passing over the dark black lake and reaching the stands.

"Listen up everyone, I think you've seen it, our warriors are already in place! As soon as I blow the whistle, the second project will begin. They have a full hour to take back what was taken from them. I count to three, three...two...one...start!"

Sharp whistles echoed in the cold, silent air, and a burst of cheers and applause erupted from the stands. Catherine did not rush into the water, but watched what the other warriors were doing.

She saw Harry take off his clothes quickly, revealing a relatively thick swimsuit - after all, it was just spring, and the temperate ocean climate was still bitingly cold no matter how warm it was.

Harry took out a lump of something from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, then waded into the water like a toad. If he guessed correctly, he must have been frozen by the cold lake water.

Catherine couldn't help but feel a little proud. It seemed that her choice was right. It would be strange if she didn't freeze to death in the lake like those fools.

Harry was not in a good situation at this time. The cold lake water penetrated his skin instantly like tarsal maggots, piercing his bones like needles. His feet stepped on the smooth and harsh pebbles. He kept skidding, which was why he ran like a toad.

He chewed the gilly grass quickly and hard. It felt a little bad. It was tough, greasy, and very chewy, like the tentacles of an octopus. He stopped in waist-deep water, swallowed the gillyweed, and waited for a miracle to happen.

The audience at the venue started laughing when they saw Harry's funny look. Catherine looked up and saw Harry standing there in a daze. She was very curious and couldn't help but ask: "Harry, why don't you go into the water?" "

"I'm waiting!" Harry replied loudly. "Something's going to take a while!"

Well, I felt so hard after eating. Professor Snape on the shore froze when he heard this sentence, and he suddenly understood what this kid was eating and where it came from...

Catherine heard Harry's answer and didn't care. Instead, she picked up the wand, closed her eyes and concentrated her thoughts. After a while, she pointed the wand forward.

"REVELIO!!! (The true form appears)"