Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 559 The Despicable Igor Kakarov
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! That damned Tiera!"

In a somewhat old but well-furnished villa on the outskirts of Frankfurt, Germany, a tall, thin, blond boy angrily tore the newspaper in his hand to shreds and swept the stacks of books on his table onto the floor.

"Draco! What are you doing!" Hearing Draco Malfoy's curses, a tall, slender, and strikingly fair-skinned middle-aged woman walked in. Seeing the scraps of paper and books scattered all over the floor, she angrily scolded her, then waved her wand, and the books scattered on the floor slowly flew back to the desk one by one in order.

Even the newspapers that Draco Malfoy had torn to shreds were glued back together.

"Mother!" Draco Malfoy's pale face flushed red with anger. "Look! Even after we ran all the way to Germany, he still won't let us go!"

Draco Malfoy handed the newspaper to Narcissa Malfoy.

Narcissa Malfoy took the newspaper and read it carefully.

"Ignore him!" Narcissa Malfoy reprimanded sternly, then softened her tone and said gently, "He's someone we can't contend with right now! Anyway, he and the Dark Lord are mortal enemies, so neither of them will pay much attention to small fry like us. Our main goal now is to get you out of trouble. As long as you graduate smoothly and get good grades in NEWT, your future will be secure, whether you find a job in the European Ministry of Magic or run for governor of the Indian Ministry of Magic."

“It’s Mother,” Draco Malfoy said, bowing his head weakly. Then he asked cautiously, “Mom… um… Durmstrang… what do you say over there?”

“Sigh, they said they’re still making arrangements.” Narcissa Malfoy shook her head, somewhat annoyed, as she spoke of the matter. “But don’t worry, Draco, you’ll definitely get a place to study. They’ve recently softened their stance; it seems there’s some kind of study abroad program that they can arrange for us if we agree.”

"So that means there's hope?" Draco Malfoy asked.

“Well, you might not get into Durmstrang, but Ilvermorny or Beauxbatons should be fine,” Narcissa Malfoy said. “But you have to study these dark magics well. No matter where you transfer to in the future, your student status will still be Durmstrang. According to Durmstrang’s rules, dark magic can be used in NEWt.”

“Okay!” Draco Malfoy nodded confidently.

Durmstrang, Central Conference Room.

The meeting room wasn't large, but it was quite crowded and noisy, with people seemingly arguing about something.

"Quiet! Quiet! Quiet!" roared a tall, thin wizard with short white hair and a goatee with small curls at the ends on his thin chin. "Going to Hogwarts to study isn't necessarily a bad thing. What are you all doing? What are you all doing? You're all making it look like you're going to a funeral."

"Igor Kakarov! You traitor!" A short, stout, bald wizard slammed his fist on the table, his eyes wide with rage. "Don't think we don't know, you've already sided with Tyella!"

"What are you saying?!" Igor Kakalov hurriedly denied.

"Heh, stop pretending," a tall, burly middle-aged witch sneered. "Who doesn't know that you and that executioner, Venda Rosie, have long been colluding to form a secret alliance? The other ministries of magic, even that wretched French Ministry of Magic, risked sacrificing an alchemist to fight Tyella. The German Ministry of Magic, with its notoriously bad temper, surrendered without even fighting. Do you dare cast an unbreakable spell to say that Venda Rosie didn't side with Tyella? Do you dare cast an unbreakable spell to say that you didn't side with Tyella?"

“Professor Greg, that’s not how it works.” Seeing that his little secret had been exposed, Igor Kakarov did not panic. Instead, he slowly sat down and leisurely stroked his goatee.

“You all know who I am,” Igor Kakarov said. “It’s only natural for the weak to rely on the strong.” “Fine, then tell us your story,” said a tall, thin, middle-aged wizard. “Why is Tyrell demanding that we send the top fifty students in the OWL exams to Hogwarts for exchange studies? What is he trying to do?”

After the middle-aged wizard asked the question, the entire conference room seemed to fall silent.

Only the countless floor-to-ceiling windows behind them have witnessed countless painful scenes—

There is an endless blue ocean.

There is also a vibrant and lush forest.

There are also bustling commercial streets, castles built in barren wastelands, cabins high in the mountains, and caves in the desert...

There is even a magnificent library built on the outskirts of Moscow.

“Who knows?” Igor Kakarov grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellowed, rotten teeth, and said with a laugh, “As if we could refuse if he had malicious intentions.”

"Igor Kakarov!" the tall, thin wizard who had just questioned him shouted angrily, "Don't forget, you're a headmaster! I don't care what you had in the past, or what you have now! But since you're sitting in this seat, you should be responsible for your students!"

“Hehehehe.” Igor Kakarov chuckled mischievously, “Don’t worry, whatever Tiera’s plans are, he definitely won’t cause any harm to our students.”

"Are you sure? Or is it just your guess?" Professor Greg asked. "While we admire dark magic, that doesn't mean we can recklessly use our students' lives to satisfy the appetites of those terrible monsters."

“The first thing we must recognize is that we are teachers, and protecting the safety of our students is even more important than protecting our own safety,” another wizard in a black robe said coldly in broken English. “Please do not forget the oath you took when you became the headmaster.”

“This oath also has an unbreakable spell effect,” another professor with a strong Norwegian accent added.

“I know! I know! You don’t need to remind me over and over again,” Igor Kakarov said impatiently.

“There’s nothing dangerous about this.” Igor Kakarov sat up straight. “According to Lady Rosie, Tyella probably just wants to cultivate… well, in her words, like she wants to cultivate the next saint.”

"Do you believe that?" the wizard in the black robe asked rhetorically.

“I don’t believe it.” Igor Kakarov revealed that sinister and disgusting smile again. “So, in order to keep the oath I made when I took office, I accepted several transfer students with good grades this year. At the same time, I used my power as principal to cancel the expulsion decisions of some expelled students. They can become my excellent students at Durmstrang whenever they want.”

"In terms of academic performance, they are almost all among Durmstrang's top 50 students."

(End of this chapter)