The bright candle flames still danced.
Everyone in the Hogwarts Great Hall fell silent.
The scene was rather bizarre.
The one doing the beating looked completely innocent, while the one being beaten—
The one being beaten was still lying on the floor, groaning and unable to speak.
"Ahem, Klein, how could you be so impulsive!"
Seeing the "everyone gets along" atmosphere utterly ruined, Dumbledore walked out helplessly, looking "heartbroken."
He discreetly glanced at Karkaroff sprawled on the floor, then pointed.
"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and heal Headmaster Karkaroff."
"Oh."
It seemed Dumbledore and Karkaroff were only friends on the surface. At any rate, Klein couldn't sense the slightest anger from the old man.
With everyone watching, he pulled out his Purple Sandalwood Wand and casually cast a few Healing Spells. Karkaroff's injuries healed at a visible rate.
"You—you—"
Dazed from being pummeled, Karkaroff had now recovered from his injuries and come to his senses. He pointed at Klein, unable to get a complete sentence out.
"He's just a child. He's a little shy around strangers, Igor. Don't take it personally."
Dumbledore smoothly took over the conversation, discreetly placing himself between Klein and Karkaroff.
Hearing this, Karkaroff felt a mouthful of blood catch in his throat, nearly choking him to death.
That was a beating, not a fit of affection!
If he hadn't been in fairly good shape, that beating might have sent him to meet Merlin.
And now you're telling me he's just "shy around strangers"?
How could anyone bully a person like this!
"Headmaster, are you all right?"
"Hey, are you looking to die? We'd be happy to oblige!"
"Krum, say something!"
Klein had acted so decisively that the Durmstrang boys hadn't even had time to react.
Now that things had settled down somewhat, the boys,