I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 290: Not everyone can bear Catherine’s anger

A cool breeze suddenly blew across the lake, creating ripples and also blowing away the reflections of the surrounding audience seats on the lake.

Karkaroff comforted his beloved Viktor, but ignored Vasily.

In fact, Vasily had long been accustomed to being ignored by Viktor. This was the case with Karkaroff, who was trying to curry favor with him, ever since Viktor showed his talent in Quidditch and magic since he entered school.

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

"Professor!" Georg complained for Vasily. "As the headmaster of Durmstrang, you should treat everyone equally instead of showing such obvious bias. Vasily is also a champion of the Triwizard Tournament, why do you ignore him but care so much about Viktor? If that's the case, why don't we all drop out of school? You only need to teach Viktor, and we can save you the trouble!"

Victor blushed and lowered his head. Of course he knew that this was not a good thing, but he couldn't just refuse to drink when his leader toasted him, or turn the table when his leader served him food. That would be disrespectful.

But Karkaroff didn't seem to be embarrassed at all. He snorted and asked grimly, "Oh? Are you going to challenge me to a duel?"

Georg stiffened his neck and said indignantly, "I don't dare to challenge the principal, but I know that if there is a child who dares to speak out in the family, the family will not be ruined; if there are people who dare to speak out in a country, then the country can be saved!"

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

Georg grumbled, "It's hard to say."

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

Viktor and Vasily immediately went forward to hug Karkaroff. At the same time, Viktor looked back at Georg, who was still standing there like a fool, and shouted in pain: "What are you doing standing there like an idiot? Why don't you run?"

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

Western journalists are impressed by that speed.

Karkarov was so angry that it took him a long time to recover. The principals had no intention of stopping him or comforting him. Karkarov sighed, patted Vasily and Krum, and said, "Don't let me down."

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

After a while, other warriors arrived one after another, and the surrounding area was also filled with people. Harry was the last one to arrive. He ran as fast as he could, panting.

"I thought you weren't coming." An arrogant voice sounded. It was Karkaroff.

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

"Miss Volley, are you going to give up?" Karkaroff's sarcastic voice sounded again, "It seems that you don't care about your boyfriend. Do you think this is a spell course in the castle?"

Catherine glanced at him indifferently, then said coldly, "Your upbringing doesn't seem to be very good, Professor Karkaroff."

"What did you say?" Karkaroff stood up suddenly and pointed at Catherine with a trembling finger. Since he became the headmaster of Durmstrang, no student from any other school had ever spoken to him like this. How could he not be extremely angry?
"Professor Dumbledore taught me humility. Don't take this as a reason for your arrogance." Catherine said this and took out her wand from her arms.

"You want to challenge a headmaster? How arrogant!" Karkaroff looked around.

Professor McGonagall moved quickly, yawned and dozed off on the table; Headmaster Dumbledore's glasses fell to the ground with a clatter, and he groped around on the ground like Nobita, muttering to himself what was going on and why he couldn't find them.
Snape was even more straightforward. He was too lazy to pretend and just covered his eyes with his hands.

But a small gap remained.

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

As a result, before he could get into position, the wand flew out in a spin.

Then he felt the world spinning and he flew up with his head heavy. Then a huge force carried him towards the lake, and he entered the water as fast as a torpedo thrown out of the side.

A Karkaroff successfully entered the water!
All the students present were stunned. No one dared to believe that the headmaster of Durmstrang was not a match for this sixth-grade student. Especially the students of Durmstrang, their mouths were so wide open that a toad could be stuffed in them.

After a long silence, someone started shouting. It should be a Gryffindor classmate - oh, it was Hermione. She waved the Slytherin flag that she had stolen from somewhere and shouted loudly: "Worley! Worley!"

With Hermione taking the lead, everyone started shouting Catherine's name loudly, and the excitement was beyond words.

Elizabeth cheered loudly in the audience and shouted to the people around her, "See? This is my sister-in-law. Isn't she awesome?"

Catherine was not disturbed by the cheers. She controlled Karkaroff's flight trajectory with one hand and waved the other hand happily to everyone. She used the Flying Spell and the Expelling Spell alternately. Karkaroff was like a skipping stone, dipping into the water and flying up and then diving back into the water.

"Who... Gulu Gulu... Te... Gulu Gulu... Me... Gulu Gulu... Come... Gulu Gulu... Save... Gulu Gulu... Me..." Karkaroff shouted intermittently, but no one responded to him.

It's not that Viktor couldn't bear it any longer, so he stood up and wanted to beg Catherine for help, but Catherine just turned her head to look at him and then returned to her seat.

Ms. Rita Skeeter's feather pen was almost flying as she quickly recorded the major events that happened before today's game; the cameraman beside her was taking pictures continuously, almost making the camera spark.

Normally, this photographer treasures his camera the most, but today there is such an explosive news event, camera? No way, I'm not familiar with it.

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

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

Professor Dumbledore finally woke up from his dream and immediately stopped her, saying, "Okay, Catherine, what are you doing? Don't bully the headmaster of Durmstrang!"

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

"Fifty points to Slytherin." Professor Snape's voice appeared in time, with a lot of gloating in it: "For Miss Wolery's victory over a professor in a duel." Look, Snape is worthy of his name. He determined the outcome in just one sentence: It's a duel!
Catherine raised the corners of her lips slightly and cast a flying curse. Karkaroff flew back with his fangs and claws bared, and landed right on his seat like a drowned chicken.

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

"The water in Hogwarts Lake is delicious. I hope your dirty mouth has not polluted our pure lake." Catherine looked at Karkaroff with her green eyes: "But I doubt your identity now. With such a level of magic, it is hard to believe that you are the headmaster of Durmstrang. Could it be someone pretending to be you?"

Having said this, Catherine covered her mouth with her white lace-gloved hand, her face full of false disbelief.

The subtext is, no way, no way, there really can’t be such a bad principal…

Everyone present heard this, including the audience, because Professor Snape, who was eager to see the world in chaos, secretly added a loud voice to Catherine.

Too bad Professor Snape, he's going to scratch me with his cat fists.

There was also a burst of cheerful laughter on the field. No one disliked watching Karkarov get humiliated. He was just like a hamburger that fell on the ground and was stepped on - it was not a good bun.

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

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

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

Karkaroff looked at Catherine viciously, but ultimately did not utter the threatening words.

First of all, he is a principal. It is already embarrassing that he cannot beat the students, but he also has to make harsh remarks. Isn’t that adding insult to injury?
Secondly, he was the type of person who bullied the weak and feared the strong. He didn't even dare to retaliate against someone as powerful as Catherine, because he saw a hint of the Dark Lord's shadow in Catherine.

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

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

She could tolerate Karkaroff's sarcastic remarks about her, but she could never tolerate Karkaroff's ambiguity about her feelings towards Louis.

If there weren't so many people watching today and I wasn't afraid of the bad influence, I would have used Transfiguration and the Cruciatus Curse on him a long time ago.

"You're awesome! Catherine!" Harry whispered to Catherine excitedly.

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

"Hmph." Catherine crossed her arms over her chest and snorted coldly to show that she accepted the compliments from the two men.

If only the one who praised me just now was a little deer, she thought proudly in her heart, I wonder how that little bastard feels soaking in the water, is he scared? Waiting for me to save him?
At this time, Ludo Bagman came over, still wearing his khaki robe, and asked with a smile, "Are you all ready?"

Seeing that no one objected, he continued, "Okay warriors, this was just a small incident. Now I want you to go to the shore and line up. Yes, right now. There is no limit to the order, just stand anywhere."

The warriors stood in order, with Catherine standing at the end.

She tilted her head to look at Mr. Bagman and was about to say something when she saw him walking towards Harry.

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

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

Bagman gave Harry's shoulder a firm squeeze and returned to the referee's table. He pointed his wand at his throat, just like he did at the World Cup, and said, "Loud!"

Then his voice was like thunder, sweeping across the dark surface of the lake and reaching the stands.

"Everyone, listen up. I think you have seen that our warriors are already in their positions! As soon as I blow the whistle, the second task will begin. They have a full hour to take back what has been stolen from them. I'll count to three, three... two... one... start!"

A sharp whistle echoed in the cold and silent air, and cheers and applause broke out from the stands. Catherine did not rush into the water, but watched what the other warriors were doing.

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

Harry took something out of his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, then waded into the water like a toad. If I was not mistaken, he must have been frozen by the cold lake water.

Catherine couldn't help feeling a little proud. It seemed that her choice was right. If she had jumped into the water like those fools, she would have been frozen to death by the lake.

Harry's situation was not very good at this time. The cold lake water penetrated his skin instantly like a maggot on the tarsal bone, scratching his bones like needles. His feet kept slipping on the smooth and rough pebbles, which was why he ran like a toad.

He chewed the gilly grass quickly and vigorously. It felt a little bit uncomfortable, tough, greasy, and very chewy, like an octopus tentacle. He stopped in the waist-deep water, swallowed the gilly grass, and waited for a miracle to happen.

The audience had already started laughing at Harry's funny appearance. Catherine looked up and saw Harry standing there in a daze. She was very curious and asked, "Harry, why don't you go into the water?"

"I'm waiting!" Harry shouted back. "Some things take a while to work!"

Well, after eating, I was strong. Professor Snape on the shore froze when he heard this. He suddenly understood what this kid had eaten and where it came from...

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

"REVELIO!!! (Revealed)"

(End of this chapter)