I'm Really an Alchemist

said Hermione angrily.

Harry and Ron quickly flirted with each other.

Hermione snorted, and then turned to Harry: "When I was looking for you just now, I found something, Harry, I need your help!"

She brought the two of them to the contestant area.

The Quidditch World Cup is a Bulgarian team vs. an English team. The player area is extremely lively. Fans are everywhere looking for players to take pictures and sign autographs. However, in the lively Bulgarian area, there is a tent that is extremely lonely and no one cares about it.

"Viktor Krum," said Hermione, "he's the Bulgarian team's Seeker, but because he joined the Death Eaters last year, he, no, not just him, Durmster Students of Long and Beauxbatons were ostracized in public opinion."

"They deserve it!" Ron murmured loudly, but unconsciously lowered his voice under Hermione's eyes, but still said, "Who told them to join the Death Eaters!"

"There's a reason why they joined the Death Eaters."

Harry said softly: "If they hadn't joined, their situation would have been even more difficult - that's why I sent them back to school and only caught the culprit. There is no right or wrong in the Death Eater war."

Hermione sighed: "But it's useless at all. These former Death Eaters have been affected. The wizarding world has dismissed at least a large number of graduates of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. The impact is too great."

"Krum is an excellent seeker for the Bulgarian team. If it weren't for the Bulgarian team's inability to find someone to replace him, I'm afraid he will also be kicked out of the team. That's why I ask you to help, this game is very important for Krum , is very important to other Death Eater students, if Krum wins the final, maybe it can wash away people's strange eyes!"

This time, not even Ron spoke.

Harry was silent for a moment, and walked towards the tent.

in the tent.

Krum, the Seeker, was doing muscle training in silence. He was supposed to be the star of everyone, but now he has become the object of ridicule. If this kind of gap is placed on anyone, it will collapse.

Krum took it down.

He knows that only by winning the final can he wash away the shame on him!

The tent was lifted, and a boy with shawl hair came in.

Krum put down the dumbbells in shock and bewilderment, and stood up.

"Hello, Krum." The boy stretched out his hand and smiled brightly: "I'm Harry Potter, and I'm your fan!"

.....

Hogwarts.

The principals of the three schools gathered here again.

This time, they got the answer they wanted, and they were ecstatic.

"Hogwarts has a long friendship with the other two schools, and this friendship will not be weakened by a temporary setback." Dumbledore said, "I am willing to restart the Triwizard Tournament for Beauxbatons and Dems Rectification of Trump's name!"

"That's great!" Madam Maxim wept with joy, wiping her tears and thanking her.

Karkaroff was also extraordinarily excited.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "There is one more thing, I would like to ask Professor Karkaroff for help."

He made a helpless shrug: "You know, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts is an annual subject. I can't find a suitable professor candidate for a while, and I want you to be a part-time professor this year." Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Originally, Dumbledore wanted to choose Mad-Eye Moody, a former Auror with teaching experience.

But because of the demise of Voldemort, the Order of the Phoenix was naturally disbanded. Where would Mad-Eye Moody come to teach? He went to live his retirement life.

Karkaroff patted his chest and agreed wholeheartedly.

"Don't worry, Professor Dumbledore!" He laughed heartily: "It's hard to say about other subjects, but magic related to black arts is our strong point!"

Chapter 450 Chapter 91 Acting Headmaster of Hogwarts

Albania, Wizard Bar.

The wizard in black robe opened the door and walked into the dull and quiet tavern. The tavern was full of wizards, all wearing strange robes, listening to the World Cup live broadcast from the enchanted radio with bated breath.

The black-robed wizard's face was hidden under the hood. He walked to the bar, asked the boss who was listening to the live broadcast for a glass of beer, and sat quietly in the corner.

"...Breakthrough the line of defense!! The deadlocked Bulgarian team broke through the line of defense, it was Krum!! He broke through the encirclement and caught the Golden Snitch!!"

"The game is over, Bulgaria has won!"

The narrator on the enchanted radio shouted excitedly: "The champion is Bulgaria, the champion is Krum, let us always remember this name, cheer for him, the young Seeker from Durmstrang - Viktor Krum M!!"

The dull and quiet tavern, like a balloon pricked by a needle, is noisy.

"The champion is Bulgaria! Long live! Long live the Bulgarian team!"

"Give me the money, I'll pay for today's drinks!"

"...Hmph, it's not that the England team is not in good shape, how could they lose!"

"If you lose, you lose. England also used pack tactics to suppress Bulgaria! If it weren't for Seeker Krum's final conflict with the encirclement and the Jedi counterattack, the result of this game is not certain!"

Some are happy and some are sad.

The atmosphere in the tavern was extremely hot.

The wizard who supported the England team was so sour, he couldn't understand the carnival appearance of others, and said sourly: "So what if you win, don't forget that Krum is a Death Eater, hehe, let me talk about this game." Games don't count!"

The black-robed wizard in the corner paused slightly and looked over.

The others were indeed enraged.

"When the team you support loses, you start talking about Death Eaters! The Momeng claimed that they were all forced to become Death Eaters by the Dark Lord. If the Dark Lord appeared in front of you, you would have already Are your legs weak?"

"Krum uses the championship to wash away the shame. People like you will only sneer behind your back. It's ridiculous!"

The wizard was outraged and could only leave the tavern in despair.

The carnival lasted until late at night.

The black-robed wizard was the last to leave the tavern. He walked slowly in the darkness, turned into the corner of the alley, and there was also a figure standing inside.

"Hart Norman."

With a hoarse voice, the black-robed wizard took off his hood: "It's really not easy to find you."

A figure in the alley came out vigilantly. He was a decadent wizard in his thirties.A white glow shot out from the tip of the wizard's wand, illuminating the darkness around him, and also clearly illuminating the face of the black-robed wizard.

The wizard's pupils shrunk slightly: "Jacob!"

The werewolf Jacob wanted by the Momeng is a young man in his twenties, except for his ferocious eyes, he is no different from ordinary people.

"It's me." The corner of Jacob's mouth curled up in a ferocious arc: "Don't worry, I'm not being tracked by the Momeng Auror!"

The wizard still remained vigilant, and asked in a low voice, "What did you come to see me for?"

Jacob looked at the decadent wizard with pity, and laughed with a low voice: "Look at your current appearance, you are a pure-blood family wizard in Albania, how did you live like this?"

The wizard was silent.

Jacob continued: "We originally surrendered to different Voldemorts, but fought for the common glory, but he—that kid, he stole the power of the Dark Lord and created a ridiculous organization like the Devil League."

"The Devil League was established by relying on us Death Eaters, but we didn't gain half of the glory. The werewolves were forced to flee, and the vampires were also raised in captivity. Even in the magic world, everyone shouted and beat you, and you were trampled underfoot by mudbloods!"

"Don't you want to change this?" Jacob bewitched, "The Magic League is ours, we should take it back!"

The wizard looked at the werewolf like he was crazy.

He rolled up his sleeves, and there was a sleeping hornet dragon tattooed on his arm. When the werewolf saw the tattoo, the madness on his face gradually subsided, and he also fell silent.

"The Momeng didn't imprison us in the Nibelungen, but they didn't give up on our vigilance either!" The wizard put down his sleeves indifferently, "We can't resist him at all."

The Nibelungen is a wizard prison built by the Momeng. It has completely replaced the long-abandoned Azkaban.

Jacob was silent for a long time before saying, "Maybe there are other ways."

This sentence is very baseless.

"Come on, your intentions are not so noble at all." The wizard sneered: "You want to avenge your brother—there is no body left of that fellow Fenrir?"

Jacob's face darkened, and his muscles swelled and agitated.

Wizard: "Whatever you want to do, do it yourself, don't drag us down, I'm tired of just being alive!"

Faced with the wizard's downfall, Jacob also felt desperate for a moment.

He ran around, trying to win over the Death Eaters to resist the Demon League, but these timid Death Eaters who feared death didn't even have the courage to resist.

"You do it yourself."

The wizard glanced at the silent werewolf, turned around and was about to leave.

flutter fan.

There was the sound of bats flapping their wings in the night sky, and with a subtle magical force, the third fell to the ground.

The werewolf and wizard turned around quickly, looking nervously at the third person in the darkness.

A vampire stepped out.

"As long as we don't think about dealing with Harry Potter, the curse won't have any effect on us." The vampire also held an unconscious witch in his hand and threw it on the ground.

Jacob cheered up: "What do you mean?"

The wizard also looked over strangely.

The vampire's pale face was particularly treacherous in the white fluorescent light, and his voice was soft: "Actually, what we want to do most is to restore the glory of the vampires and werewolves, and restore the glory of the pure-blood family. This is the reason why we follow the Dark Lord." .”

"You should remember that at Hogwarts, when Harry Potter devoured the Dark Lord and just became the third Dark Lord—at that time, he was the Dark Lord in our dreams."

"Powerful, cruel, and ruthless!"

"Because of Black, he changed from the Dark Lord back to Harry Potter - we don't need to attack Harry Potter at all, we just need to let him turn back into the Dark Lord, then the Magic Alliance is the best tool for us to control the wizarding world !"

The wizard sneered: "I still think it's a good idea. How do you want to turn Harry Potter back into the Dark Lord? Assassinate Black and Lupine? If we do this, he will turn back into the Dark Lord immediately." Deal with us!"

"Of course not, we can start from Harry Potter."

The vampire said gracefully: "Harry Potter devoured the Dark Lord, he has the characteristics of the Dark Lord hidden in his heart, we just need to guide this characteristic, let the nature of the Dark Lord prevail, and victory will naturally favor us."

The werewolf said impatiently, "So what is the solution?"

The vampire looked at the fainted witch, and the other two looked at the witch.

"This is Bertha Jorkins from the British Ministry of Magic. She came to Albania to visit relatives. I just used a little rhetoric, and I learned something from her - the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts, but That's far from my take."

The vampire laughed mysteriously.