The Ritual to Achieve Immortality!

"Please stop, Miss Dracula."

"And you, Mr. Potter." Dumbledore's words brought the camera back to the Champion.

In fact, apart from Phoebe and Harry who were specifically mentioned.

Krum and Ilvas almost couldn't resist walking towards the stone steps that were half-suspended in the air.

But Ilvas seemed to have encountered something and pulled Krum back.

"The hostages are all safe." Looking at Phoebe's pale face, Dumbledore added, "They are sleeping very comfortably. Even though their heads are drooping over their shoulders, they don't have stiff necks."

On the contrary, they are now in the most beautiful and carefree dream of their lives. I assure you.

Harry stopped and looked suspiciously at Dumbledore was sitting on a white cloud.

He had a feeling that Dumbledore's tone when he said those words sounded like that of an older brother.

She has a younger sister.

He'd stake Ron's life on it!

But, as far as he knew, Dumbledore did have a younger brother.

Aberforth Dumbledore appeared when the Daily Prophet commented on the members of the Order of the Order of the Phoenix.

Dumbledore seemed to immediately see what Phoebe was really worried about her sister and pointed it out in time.

Well, Harry noticed.

Phoebe's face, which had just become very sour because of her sister, relaxed again.

He also tucked the wand into his pocket.

Dumbledore had clearly noticed this as well.

He smiled and continued, "Alright, Champion. Please prepare yourselves."

The special guest Arthur mentioned before, the one who would be a feast for the eyes, is about to appear.

Then came the moment of confusion for the audience on stage and behind the television.

The camera then shifted to the Champion and the fire dragons.

No sooner had Dumbledore finished speaking than Ilvas, who was standing on the far side, immediately let out a strange cry towards his Peruvian Vipertooth.

Then it was Krum, and he immediately followed up with a skr.

Harry didn't bother to figure out where their slogan came from.

To prevent his Hungarian Horntail from being bewitched by the Veela that were about to appear, he quickly let out a strange cry—hasaki.

This originates from a Far Eastern wizard in Ryan's dream world who possessed a unique melee wind magic.

He still remembers the feeling of the long sword severing his neck.

So fast, they died before they even had time to feel the pain.

Back to the arena.

Despite the actions of the other three Champion, Phoebe remained motionless.

She crossed her arms and watched as the other three Champion gave the command, followed by the fire dragon closing its eyes.

They seemed more like spectators than participants in a game.

Madame Maxime was in the air above, showed a rare look of melancholy and worry.

Karkaroff, standing to the side, scoffed in a low voice, "Madam, how come your academy's Champion haven't even set up passwords?"

Did she think that a Half-blood could defeat so many Pure-blood?

Or is it under the blessing of our Durmstrang magic circle?

Crackle!

The familiar scene unfolded once again.

A lump of flesh-colored mud, wrapped in a white fur coat, fell from that small white cloud.

Flesh-colored mud splattered everywhere, then settled on the soft, white cloud-covered ground before gathering towards the fur coat.

Finally, what should have been a face emerged from the fleshy mess and sprouted countless octopus-like tentacles.

The camera panned across the audience on stage, who all wore expressions of complete entitlement.

This doesn't mean they all think Karkaroff should be cursed.

Instead, it was Karkaroff's vicious taunt that the sharp-eyed Golden Snitch had just caught.

It was projected onto large screens and televisions.

Using bloodline as a basis for argument is the most politically incorrect thing to do in the Wizarding World.

It's perfectly normal to be cursed when new grudges are added to old ones.

To be honest, their conversation revolved more around the fact that Karkaroff was still alive.

Even Dumbledore on another white cloud couldn't help but stand up.

They looked like they were preparing to collect Karkaroff's body.

Because after Karkaroff fell, most of him turned into mud and splashed everywhere.

Later, it was confirmed that it was his head.

But even with his head shattered, he's still alive.

This is undoubtedly a major discovery.

This curse, perhaps, can be transformed into a ritual to some extent.

Simply remove the meat paste shape and the octopus-like face.

It might be possible to achieve immortality to some extent.

At the very front of the Slytherin row of seats, Snape, who had always been fond of Dark Magic, stood up excitedly.

"Dumbledore, I advise against removing the curse from Karkaroff."

What just happened undoubtedly transcends the existing realm of magic.

I think it's best to maintain the status quo to avoid negatively impacting his current situation.

"Severus, put down your wand."

And also—sit down.

"Karkaroff is not your subject of study," Dumbledore smile.

However, something even more unexpected happened.

The inhuman Karkaroff spoke up, "I'm fine now."

I can sense my body's state. If you don't interfere with me...

I can maintain this state indefinitely.

Severus was absolutely right.

Our Durmstrang Institute is a school that studies Dark Magic.

This is very important to us.

Please do not lay a hand on me.

Let Professor Buck (Grindelwald's public name—Benjamin Buck) and I tackle this problem together.

Seeing that even the victim himself said so.

Dumbledore could only sit down.

The Durmstrang student who had been leading the group jogged over and bent down.

After listening to Karkaroff's instructions, he wrote a letter.

It was transformed into a thousand paper cranes.

The large ship flew towards the center of Black Lake.

"This Karkaroff is truly loyal; he even volunteered to be Grindelwald's research subject."

He doesn't mind appearing in front of audiences all over Europe in such a ridiculous state.

In another, rather empty corner of the stands, Kate couldn't help but sigh.

"To be precise, not all of Europe. It should be Europe and America plus Moon City and Atlantis." Ryan shrugged.

"Why isn't India?" Penelope, somewhat puzzled.

She was the one who signed off on sending people to promote television in India.

It's said to be very successful.

"Isn't India just like Britain?"

According to my Prophecy, in 2022, the Prime Minister of the Britain will be an India.

"Impossible!" x2

Penelope and Kate, who knew what their own country was like, both broke down in their defenses.

Although they are from the Wizarding World.

However, it also inherited the Britain view of India as a colony.

This is a contempt etched into one's very bones.

They themselves are unaware of it.

"Alright, why don't you ask me if I was involved in this curse?" Ryan was a little confused.

"Need I say more?" Penelope frowned.

"She even mocked Phoebe."

Would you commit Karkaroff?

All those scandals Dumbledore and his extra child were probably because of me.

"Just because I said things like Dumbledore is my idol." Kate said, puffing out her small chest proudly.