Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Ron looked around to see what had become of Krum, and his query was answered almost instantly.

They were level with the Slytherin table now, and Karkaroff had just bustled up to his students.

“Back to the ship, then,” he was saying. “Viktor, how are you feeling? Did you take the medicine on time? Did you eat enough? Should I send for some mulled wine from the kitchens?”

Krum shook his head gloomily as he pulled his furs back on.

“Professor, I would like some wine,” said one of the other Durmstrang boys hopefully.

“I wasn’t offering it to you, Poliakoff,” snapped Karkaroff, his warmly paternal air vanishing in an instant. “I notice you have dribbled food all down the front of your robes again, Clean it up quickly, disgusting boy…”

Karkaroff turned and led his students toward the doors, reaching them at exactly the same moment as Evan, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Colin, Ginny, Fred, and George.

Everyone stopped to let Karkaroff walk through first.

“Thank you,” said Karkaroff carelessly, glancing at them.

And then Karkaroff froze. He turned his head back to Harry and stared at him as though he couldn’t believe his eyes.

Behind their headmaster, the students from Durmstrang came to a halt too.

Karkaroff’s eyes moved slowly up Harry’s face and fixed upon his scar.

The Durmstrang students were staring curiously at Harry as well, and awe could be seen drawn on a few of their faces.

The boy with food all down his front nudged the girl next to him and pointed openly at Harry’s forehead.

Krum also looked at Harry with scanning eyes, and then his gaze fell on Evan and Hermione.

Evan looked at him and felt that Krum’s eyes seemed to have some strange emotions.

Sensing Evan looking at him again, Krum hurriedly turned his head to the other side.

This was really strange. They had already met at the Quidditch World Cup last time. Why did Krum seem to be avoiding eye contact with him?!

“You are…” Karkaroff said slowly.

“Yeah, that’s Harry Potter,” said a growling voice from behind them.

Karkaroff spun around. Mad-Eye Moody was standing there, leaning heavily on his staff, his magical eye glaring unblinkingly at the Durmstrang headmaster.

The color drained from Karkaroff’s face, revealing a terrible look of mingled fury and fear.

“You!” he said, staring at Moody as though unsure he was really seeing him.

“Me,” said Moody grimly. “And unless you’ve got anything to say to Potter, Karkaroff, you might want to move. You’re blocking the doorway.”

It was true; half the students in the Hall were now waiting behind them, looking over one another’s shoulders to see what was causing the holdup.

Without another word, Professor Karkaroff swept his students away with him.

Moody watched him until he was out of sight, his magical eye fixed upon his back, a look of intense dislike upon his mutilated face.

In the face of Karkaroff, even though he was pretending to be Moody, Caresius’s reaction was a little too extreme.

Evan thought for a moment, separated from the crowd, and said that he would go to say good night Gabrielle and then go back.

But in fact, he followed Moody up the remote side stairs to the empty second-floor office.

“Boy, I warned you, we’d better have less contact!” Caresius gritted his teeth and said.

At this time, they were standing in the dark corridor, even if they were very close, they couldn’t see each other clearly.

“You seem to have a grudge against Karkaroff?” Evan asked directly, ignoring his warning.

“That cunning fellow is causing me and my people more trouble in the Nordic region. That’s my own business; I’ll handle it. All you need to know is that Karkaroff is very dangerous. Don’t be fooled by his appearance.” Caresius said in a low voice, “He’s a Death Eater.”

“Once, he has betrayed Voldemort, but there is no denying that he is really dangerous.” Evan paused and continued, “However, it should not be our current focus. Have you found the man tonight? Is it possible that it is Barty crouch?!”

“Barty Crouch is obviously under control, at least not himself. I have seen it with my own eyes, but I am not sure if he is the fake one. I repeat it again. He does not trust me. He did not tell me his plan!” Caresius whispered, “I just came in to attract everyone’s attention. This is the task that Voldemort gave me. It is also a punishment for my last failure. Well, if you don’t want me to be discovered immediately, then get out of here and go back to sleep!”

Evan turned around and left; it seemed that Caresius knew no more than him.

When he returned to the Common Room, the young wizards were all gathering there to discuss the Goblet of Fire.

Fred and George were selling their Aging potion, and a crowd was surrounding them.

It seemed that if the Ageing agent did work after tomorrow’s verification, they planned to mass sell it.

Hermione ignored them, holding a thick book in her hand, and constantly recording something.

Evan greeted and went back to his bedroom alone.

He took out the Marauder’s Map, laid it on the bed, and tapped it gently with his wand.

Evan quickly searched for the name of Barty Crouch Jr. on it. In Dumbledore’s office, he saw Dumbledore, Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, Barty Crouch and Ludo Bagman all there.

The five of them seemed to be talking about something. Because Barty Crouch Jr. and his father had the same name, it was not clear whether it was him or not.

Evan’s finger gently slid down and stroked across the familiar names.

People from Beauxbatons lived in their carriage and were heading to it.

Durmstrang students had already returned to the ship. On the map, the location of the lake was a mass of white mist, covering everyone’s name, and everything was invisible. The powerful protective magic on the boat made the Marauder’s Map useless.

It seemed that Evan needed another chance to look into Durmstrang.

Evan looked it up carefully again before he put the map away.

He looked at the ceiling and considered the matter again. If he were Bartemius Crouch, Jr., how would he act?!

Voldemort, Caresius, Karkaroff, Barty Crouch Jr and Senior, whose faces kept spinning in his mind, made him think that the next event was probably not going in the direction he had anticipated…

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