Dumbledore Loses His Composure

While Harry, his friends, and his companions were diligently studying the Magic Book, a wizard who seemed completely out of place appeared on the ground in Knockturn Alley, London.

He had a thin chin and a mouthful of yellow teeth, a goatee (with small curls at the ends), short white hair, and was tall and thin. His eyes always revealed a coldness and sharpness, giving people a chill, which even the silver fur cloak he wore, which was completely different in style from other wizards, could not hide.

Clearly, he wasn't there to do business or buy anything.

The surrounding shops abruptly closed their doors, and some ragged wizards, who only appeared during the day, emerged from the dark doorways.

Just as they were trying to approach the man discreetly, a bell rang.

The wizards vanished without a trace, like the tide receding.

A man with greasy hair and a hunched back appeared.

In a corner unseen by them, a man with pigeon-toed legs and messy ginger-yellow hair, with an expression as if he had discovered some major news, Silencio and Apparition vanished from the spot.

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

"Just as you became the headmaster of Durmstrang, you should know that more than a decade ago you were a Death Eaters in Azkaban." This hunched man, who looked like a businessman, was not at all obsequious in front of the man who was obviously wealthy from his clothes.

This hunched man is clearly Borgin and Burkes.

By taking over the downstream market of Skywalker Alchemy, and after some dangerous Dark Wizard mysteriously disappeared, he naturally became the boss of this street.

A former Death Eaters, the principal of a foreign school—who does he think he is?

It's worth noting that even when Fudge was Minister of Ministry of Magic, it was he Fudge appeared naked in the outskirts of London.

"Alright, Karkaroff, why aren't you in Germany being a good principal at Durmstrang? What are you doing here?"

"This is where I was supposed to take pictures, and you're wasting my time!"

"I can make ten million in a minute!" Borgin and Burkes snapped irritably.

"Ten million Bronze Knut, I suppose." Karkaroff curled his lip. "Borgin, let me remind you—I wouldn't dare to overstep my bounds as the principal of Durmstrang."

"You say you're the one in charge of Knockturn Alley —very well, then I represent the great Dark Lord— " Karkaroff raised his chin high, the crackling sounds around him silencing him.

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

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

It was Snape.

"Dumbledore!"

"Can I leave?" Borgin and Burkes asked, his voice trembling, his already hunched figure becoming even more bent.

Faced with the most powerful white wizard of this century, he naturally adopted a fawning demeanor.

At the same time, his feet were also subtly retreating.

Dumbledore gave a signal, and the wands that were vaguely aimed at Borgin all turned around.

A moment later, Borgin dashed back to the shop and slammed the door shut.

Facing Dumbledore and the others who had surrounded him, Igor Karkaroff's eyes narrowed, but he still calmly looked at Snape: "Severus, Voldemort is not worthy of being called the Dark Lord."

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

When Mundungus came to tell him the news, he thought it was Voldemort, and Karkaroff was just another consumable possession of Voldemort.

Voldemort said he wanted 'peace' a while ago, and Karkaroff's appearance now is probably related to that.

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

This is very unlike Karkaroff.

It should be noted that Karkaroff has always been a blustering but actually righteous guy.

Even when he was still a Death Eaters, he couldn't be this calm in front of him.

Clearly, Karkaroff has a force he believes is strong enough to rival them, as well as individuals who can provide him with ideological guidance and change his character.

In Dumbledore's eyes, the only beings who could be considered such were the young Voldemort and that other person.

But that person won't appear, absolutely not.

"Could it be that group, that group of wizards who claim to be from the moon?" From an angle unnoticed by others, Dumbledore's lips curled up slightly.

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

Meanwhile, Karkaroff's smooth, sweet voice rang out, "Who else could it be? And who is worthy of him? Who else but him could be?"

"If you want to suffer less, stop going around in circles!" Moody tapped his prosthetic leg.

"My master said that Dumbledore would not harm me!" Karkaroff said to Moody's surprised look.

He had a very respectful expression on his face.

This was definitely not a feigned expression. Moody, Snape, Dumbledore adept at reading people, exchanged glances.

It's unbelievable that someone could make the cowardly Karkaroff do this.

"Dumbledore, you should know him well—my master's name is known to everyone in the wizarding world!" Karkaroff puffed out his chest.

"Gellert Grindelwald!" Moody, the oldest wizard who had lived through that era, Moody out.

"This is impossible!" Dumbledore exclaimed in surprise, his voice cracking.

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

Before their final battle, their Blood Pact had already been elevated, making them inseparable.

Although their mutual repulsion prevented them from connecting on a deeper level.

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

Given his defeat, he should have remained in the solitary prison he built until his death.

"The master said, 'When you see Albus, tell him this, and he will surely understand: Karkaroff came here for the Invisibility Cloak, and it will come in handy,'" Karkaroff said confidently.

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

The immense, overwhelming magic transformed into an invisible pressure that surged towards Karkaroff.

"It's true." Karkaroff knelt down.

The members of the Order of the Phoenix nearby were quite surprised.

Why did Dumbledore lose his composure like that?

In Dumbledore's mind, he gradually recalled that summer.

In their exploration of the Deathly Hallows, they envision conquering the magical world with the Elder Wand, using the Resurrection Stone to build an army of Inferi to rule the Muggle world, and using the Invisibility Cloak to protect his weakness— Ariana.

"Where is Gellert?" Dumbledore suppressed his urgency, seemingly regaining his composure, and even the magical pressure directed at Karkaroff disappeared.

"Durmstrang," Karkaroff gasped.