The Strange Krum and the "Dark Wizard" Potion

Harry had never met such an inconsistent person.

Even though he was a shrew when it came to others, Snape, who was always subservient to Harry, always maintained his excellent character of being sharp-tongued.

But Krum, who initially seemed gloomy and taciturn, turned out to be incredibly talkative.

The ice cream seemed to have unleashed some kind of potential in him, making him eloquent and talkative.

After finishing the ice cream, he reverted to the shy and aloof demeanor he had when they first met.

He's a completely different person from before.

This is terrible.

Just as Harry and the others were listening intently, and even Draco couldn't resist setting aside his reserve to take out his notebook to write down Krum's words, Krum stopped talking again.

It's still better if they shut up.

He's waiting for ice cream, so he can just look at the shop owner Florin.

But Krum refused to listen; he kept his eyes fixed on Harry and the others.

It seems like you can see the flowers.

To make matters worse, he has a poker face, making it impossible to tell whether he's happy or angry.

Draco, standing to the side, looked speechless.

He felt that he was being ridiculous.

How could I possibly see this guy as a scheming person?

Judging from Krum's appearance, it's more like he wanted to eat a few more cups of ice cream, then run away and leave Harry and the others to pay the bill.

Ron, however, seemed quite pleased with Krum's gaze.

He felt even better being watched by his idol than when he kissed Lavender.

As a result, his gaze became increasingly strange.

Ginny kept looking at Harry to ease the awkwardness.

No matter how strange Krum behaved, it was irrelevant to her.

While everyone else saw him as the "cowboy "Krum, a storm was raging within him.

The guy across from him, who claimed to be his fan, kept staring at him with Mao Mao eyes.

To make matters worse, he then remembered a news article he had seen in the old edition of the Daily Prophet when he was interested in learning about Harry Potter.

Damn it!

Merlin's beard!

This guy's name is Ron Weasley!

He likes men!

Krum had no choice but to feign composure.

"Hehe! The ice cream is here!" Florin waved his wand, and freshly made blueberry and orange jam ice cream flew to Krum's front.

Almost everyone except Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

"Um, Krum, who is that person you're talking about?" Harry asked quickly.

"That person?" Krum took a bite of his ice cream.

The coldness of the ice cream and Harry's words brought him back to the state of mind he had just been in when he was criticizing Durmstrang.

At this moment, even if Ron stripped naked and danced ballet in front of him, he would probably remain completely unfazed.

"His name is Grindelwald."

"He killed many people in our country, and my grandfather was one of them."

"Of course, he's never had Dumbledore— "

"Well said, let's see what happens to him in the end!"

"But, the recent Triwizard Tournament— "

"I think I was wrong. I saw with my own eyes that the man and Dumbledore embraced warmly."

"Although Dumbledore looked reluctant, he still accepted it!"

"Dumbledore accepted!"

"How can this be? He's the Greatest White Wizard, the man Grindelwald fears most!"

"If even he—" "Who else—"

"Manager! Another ice cream, the same as before!" Krum turned to look at the manager, tears welling up in his eyes.

Harry and the others looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

Is it true that Dumbledore did this for For the Greater Good —to kill Voldemort?

They were afraid that if they said that, Krum would immediately change his attitude.

"Harry, I'm here!" Amidst the excited gazes of the crowd, the hero Neville made his entrance!

Meanwhile, at Smith Castle, thousands of meters above the clouds.

Ryan lay on his side amidst a white cloud, holding a can of chilled 1993 Coca-Cola, squinting, and read aloud in a monotone voice:

"Sequence Nine Potions 'Dark Wizard': The user will possess superhuman adaptability to Dark Magic, an almost innate malignant mindset, and mastery of hundreds of evil spells, poisons, and curses. They can easily learn all kinds of Dark Magic, and there is no Dark Magic that is impossible to learn."

As he finished speaking, a little girl with black hair and a bob haircut poked her head out from behind him. "What are you talking about, kid? There's no such Potions in the world."

This is Kate; both Phoebe and Penelope were tempted to refuse the idea of drinking and having fun on the clouds at 10,000 meters above sea level.

Only Kate would have the guts to do that.

Ryan seemed to have anticipated Kate's post. He took a smug sip of his cola and shoved the ice cube into his mouth, crunching it loudly. "Didn't you just see the ingredients for this Potions recently?"

Kate frowned her delicate brows, then slapped the heavy Dragon Hide book she had placed aside. "The shadow of the Mirror World?"

"Bingo!" Ryan snapped his fingers, and the sea of clouds not far away suddenly churned, leaving only a circular hole.

Inside, a scene depicting Harry fainting in the Boiler Room was playing.

The invisible and intangible ocean of magic transformed into scalding red magma that surged from the boiler, and the unconscious Harry Potter and the red-skinned imp drifted in the sea of magma like two small boats.

The scar on Harry Potter's left forehead seemed to absorb all the warmth that the surrounding lava gave to his fragile body, turning bright red before the lightning-shaped scar suddenly split open.

Its edges and corners transformed into sharp, snow-white animal teeth.

At the crack, there was no snow-white skull or milky-white brain tissue; only a long, blood-red tongue danced among the beast's teeth.

The crimson infant began to melt in the equally crimson ocean.

It's like ice melting into boiling water.

The red of the lava turned into the green of the moss as the baby merged with it.

The bubbles that had been rising and bubbling gradually disappeared.

Harry's gaping maw on his forehead began to open and close, slowly drawing in the surrounding green liquid.

As the green liquid slowly disappeared, the beast teeth and long tongue on its forehead also faded away.

In the end, only the intact Boiler Room and Harry Potter, whose face had been turned into Crimson Beast Face, remained.

Ryan waved his hand from the clouds, and the sea of clouds closed up again, and the image disappeared.

"'Magma' plus that little red monster is the 'Dark Wizard' potion you mentioned?" Kate took a sip of her 1993 Coke to calm herself down.

"I thought you were going to make fun of Harry's mouth on his forehead." Ryan rolled his eyes, speechless.

Then he continued, "Of course."

Fake Potions: requires Herbology, insect corpses, animal liver, a cauldron to boil, and a wand to stir.

The true Potions: magic evolves, memories and emotions are the catalysts.

"The scar on Potter's forehead is a mark left by that ugly bastard Voldemort. I wouldn't be surprised if it turned into a human's excretory organ." Kate used the black Dragon Hide book as a pillow, then lay down again, continuing Ryan's first sentence.

"Besides, this technique of yours is impossible to promote. I'm afraid no one else can do it except you," Kate said, pursing her lips.