Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 379 Dumbledore's Loss of Control
While Harry and his two friends were studying the magic book hard, on the ground, in London's Knockturn Alley, a wizard who was out of place on this street appeared.

He has a thin chin and yellow teeth, a goatee (with small curls at the ends), short white hair, and is tall and thin. His eyes always reveal a cold and sharp look, which brings a chill to people, even the silver fur cloak he wears, which is completely different from the style of other wizards, can't hide it.

Obviously, he was not here to do business or buy anything.

The surrounding shops suddenly closed their doors, and some ragged wizards who only appeared during the day walked out of the dark doorways.

Just as they were about to approach the man without being noticed, a bell rang.

Those wizards disappeared without a trace like the receding tide.

A man with greasy hair and a hunched body appeared.

In a corner that they couldn't see, a man with messy ginger hair and legs spread out, with a look as if he had discovered some important news, silently Disapparated and disappeared on the spot.

"Oh, Borgin, when did you become the boss of this street?" The man with a goatee gave a stiff smile.

"Just like you can become the headmaster of Durmstrang, you should know that you were a Death Eater in Azkaban more than ten years ago." The hunchbacked man with a businessman's appearance was not flattering at all - in front of a man who was obviously wealthy from his clothes.

This hunchbacked man is obviously Borgin and Burke.

By taking over the downstream market of Skywalker Alchemy Workshop, he naturally became the boss of this street after some dangerous dark wizards disappeared inexplicably.

A former Death Eater, the headmaster of a foreign school, what a nobody.

You know, even when Fudge was Minister of Magic, it was he who caused Fudge to appear naked outside London.

"Well, Karkaroff, why are you here instead of being the headmaster of Durmstrang in Germany?"

"This is where I take photos now, it's a waste of my time!"

"I make tens of millions every minute!" Borgin and Burke shouted in annoyance.

"Ten million copper knuts, please." Karkaroff curled his lips. "Bogin, I have to remind you - the position of headmaster of Durmstrang is not something I dare to usurp."

"You said you were the boss of Knockturn Alley - very good, then I represent the great Dark Lord -" Karkaroff raised his chin high, and the crackling sounds around him stopped him from speaking.

"Dark Lord? Karkaroff, why didn't you tell me this?"

"Has Voldemort forgiven your betrayal?" A deep voice sounded from behind Karkaroff.

It's Snape.

"Dumbledore!"

"Can I leave?" Borgin and Burke said tremblingly, his already hunched figure bending even further.

Facing the most powerful white wizard of this century in front of him, he naturally showed a fawning look.

At the same time, his feet were retreating imperceptibly.

Dumbledore winked, and the wands that were vaguely pointed at Borgin turned around.

In a moment Borgin was back in the shop, shutting the door tightly behind him.

Facing Dumbledore and others who surrounded him, Igor Karkaroff's eyes went blank, but he still looked at Snape calmly: "Severus, Voldemort does not deserve to be called the Dark Lord."

"Oh, who is it?" Dumbledore asked curiously.

When Mungdons had come running to tell him the news, he had thought it was Voldemort, and Karkaroff was just another expendable object possessed by Voldemort.

Didn't Voldemort talk about "peace" some time ago? The appearance of Karkaroff now is probably related to this.

Moreover, Karkaroff was so calm when facing him, his former colleague Snape, and Moody who had put him in Azkaban.

This is very unlike Karkaroff. You know, Karkaroff has always been a tough guy.

Even when he was still a Death Eater, he couldn't remain so calm in the face of him.

Obviously, there is a force behind Karkaroff that he believes is powerful enough to compete with them, and someone who can give him ideological guidance and change his character.

In Dumbledore's eyes, there is only the young Voldemort and that man.

But that person will not show up, absolutely not.

"Could it be that group, the group of wizards who claim to be from the moon?" At an angle that no one else noticed, the corners of Dumbledore's mouth rose slightly.

He himself did not realize that he would become more excited when facing pressure.

On the other side, Karkaroff's mellow, sweet voice sounded, "Who else could it be? Who else is worthy of it? Who else can do it except him?"

"If you want to suffer less, don't go around in circles!" Moody tapped his artificial leg.

"My master said that Dumbledore would not hurt me!" Karkaroff said in the face of Moody's surprised look.

He had an expression of great reverence.

This was definitely not a fake expression. Moody, Snape, and Dumbledore, who were good at reading people's expressions, looked at each other.

There is actually someone who can make the cowardly Karkaroff like this.

"Dumbledore, you should be very familiar with him - my master's name is known to everyone in the entire wizarding world!" Karkaroff puffed out his chest.

"Gattler Grindelwald!" Moody, the oldest wizard who had experienced that era, blurted out.

"This is impossible!" Dumbledore was so surprised that his voice broke.

Dumbledore couldn't believe it. He could still feel Grindelwald's magic flowing through his body.

Before their final battle, the blood alliance between them had already been sublimated, making them mutually dependent.

Although the mutual repulsion of their hearts prevents them from communicating with each other.

But Dumbledore could still sense that Grindelwald's heart had not changed.

As such, after being defeated in the war, he should have stayed in the solitary prison he built until he died.

"The master said: 'When you see Albus, tell him this, and he will definitely understand: Karkaroff is here for the invisibility cloak, and it will be useful.'" Karkaroff said confidently.

"He really said that!" Dumbledore's pupils suddenly contracted.

Magical power as vast as a mountain or an ocean turned into invisible pressure and surged towards Karkaroff.

"It's true." Karkaroff fell to his knees.

The members of the Order of the Phoenix standing by were all very surprised.

Why did Dumbledore lose his temper like this?
In Dumbledore's mind, he gradually recalled that summer.

In their exploration of the Deathly Hallows, they will rely on the Elder Wand to conquer the wizarding world, use the Resurrection Stone to build an army of Inferi to rule the Muggle world, and the Invisibility Cloak to protect his weak spot - Ariana.

"Where is Gettler?" Dumbledore suppressed his anxiety and seemed to have regained his composure. Even the magical pressure against Karkaroff disappeared.

"Durmstrang," Karkaroff gasped.

(End of this chapter)