A Familiar Yet Strange Dumbledore

The Veela stopped dancing.

However, this is not because the game is over.

Instead, the second and third place winners have already been decided.

Last place undoubtedly belongs to Krum.

In response, the judges on the stage exchanged a few quiet words with their heads down, and then waved.

A Golden Snitch flew over and, after saying something,

The stone platforms on the track were once again shrouded in thick fog, and the music stopped.

The Veela disappeared from everyone's sight once again.

Harry and Ilvas both rescued the hostages tied to the stone pillars.

Perhaps some kind of magic has been cast on that stone pillar.

The chains turned to ashes the moment they touched them.

And Ginny, who had been hanging her head, and the female student from Castelobruxo suddenly woke up.

The stands erupted in cheers again.

The referees, seated in their respective little white clouds, also began to whisper among themselves.

They seem to be discussing how to score it.

The fire dragons flew to the open space of the arena.

The last stone platform suspended above the stadium,

Harry put his arm around Ginny as they walked down the stone steps that were half-suspended in mid-air.

As you go down,

But he discovered that, for some reason,

Dumbledore seemed a little disheartened.

Those deep blue eyes, which had always been filled with the power to see into people's hearts, slowly went blank, as if they were thinking about something.

Harry understood that this was definitely not about discussing the score of the game.

Moreover, upon noticing his gaze, Dumbledore looked at him with an expression that Harry found utterly unfamiliar.

It seemed to be an examination, yet it also seemed to be filled with a hint of unsettling pleasure.

Behind those familiar eyes, there seemed to be a stranger, looking him up and down.

"What's wrong?" Ginny pushed against his chest with her little hand.

"Nothing?

I was just wondering if you had a stiff neck.

"After all, it's been drooping for so long without any support." Harry shook his head, instinctively lying.

He seemed to be in a daze for a long time.

Unbeknownst to them, Krum also flew onto the stone platform and rescued the Slytherin girl.

"Really?" Ginny was a little skeptical.

After all, during the time she had been looking at Harry since she opened her eyes, Harry hadn't looked at her neck even once.

But for some reason, she inexplicably believed this clumsy lie.

And subconsciously put the topic out of their minds.

So she automatically moved on to the next topic, "Harry, are you second?"

She seemed a little excited.

It's like Harry winning the championship.

After all, knowing Phoebe's identity, she naturally awarded the first place to Phoebe.

In her eyes, second place is the true first place.

Harry was about to answer,

But they found that,

The tall Durmstrang student, who had played once before, jogged over to a group of Karkaroff.

He whispered something.

A hint of surprise could be seen on Karkaroff's tentacle-like face.

Then Dumbledore spoke up, "I suppose you won't refuse my treatment now, Igor."

Then, amidst the gasps of the crowd Dumbledore jumped off the cloud and floated down.

Like a large white bird.

He then pulled out his wand and aimed it at the mass of flesh wrapped in the fur coat.

"When?"

"Harry, what did you say?"

"When did Dumbledore and Grindelwald have a conversation?"

"Perhaps it was during your match? You didn't notice?" Ginny guessed.

Then, the next second, she asked excitedly, as if Columbus had discovered a new continent, "Wait, is that Karkaroff?"

What's wrong with him this time?

Why is he still minced meat?

Why Dumbledore only saving him now?

According to you, you even consulted Grindelwald?

"He's absolutely insane!" Harry still feels a bit scared when he thinks about it now. "He actually dared to mock Phoebe's bloodline."

Ryan is right here!

You didn't see it.

Karkaroff's head was smashed into a bloody pulp.

We were right there at the time.

It almost splashed onto Krum's shoes.

But Karkaroff didn't die, and those things automatically reassembled.

I dare say Ryan must have been behind this.

The following statement is that Professor Snape believed this was of great research value and advised Dumbledore not to remove the curse.

Karkaroff himself strongly urged against it.

It's obvious they're going to use it as research material for their master.

But it seems that Dumbledore and Grindelwald made contact during our match.

Did he just write a letter?

"Karkaroff is still alive?"

"Ryan has such a good temper," Ginny exclaimed.

She watched as the man waved his wand.

Transforming layers of invisible curses into tangible black smoke.

Dumbledore peeled back the layers of the mystery.

He sighed, "It looks like we'll have to wait a while for the rating to start."

"Something's not right," Harry said, looking at Dumbledore's figure. "His methods and attitude seem much more frivolous."

I always felt that he wasn't banishing, but rather remembering.

"Perhaps it's the model of the curse that Grindelwald asked Dumbledore to help him remember?"

Look at Snape!

"His eyes were fixed on Karkaroff without him even blinking!" Ginny guessed.

Seeing that it had returned to human form,

Two hairy legs were sticking out of the leather jacket.

Karkaroff's upper body and vital parts were barely covered by his snow-white fur coat.

Harry's expression grew even more serious. "Impossible."

Look at Karkaroff. His face is slowly recovering.

Dumbledore is not as amiable as he seems; on the contrary, he is mischievous and very classy.

If it were Dumbledore, he would maliciously leave part of the curse behind.

It was used to punish Karkaroff for his unfairness, reckless speech, and other bad behavior.

He's a completely different person now.

Just like—

"Like what?"

"Just like Grindelwald!" Harry thought of that fleeting glimpse.

She stopped appearing at Hogwarts because of her pregnancy.

Ginny's eyes widened. "No way! He's pregnant!"

Under such circumstances, how could he dare to drink the Polyjuice Potion and appear in front of everyone?

How could Dumbledore possibly agree to that?

Harry shook his head. "No, it can't be Polyjuice Potion."

Dumbledore's flavor is more pronounced, but the essence is different.

If it were Polyjuice Potion, I wouldn't have noticed anything wrong like I do now.

Polyjuice Potion are a near-perfect medicine.

The wizard who drinks it will have the same magic and appearance as the body tissue material provider of the Polyjuice Potion.

Even wizards who can perceive the essence of magic cannot see the flaws in the magic.

The only difference is in their expressions and habits.

On the other side, Karkaroff's body had already returned to normal.

But strangely, Karkaroff showed great respect for Dumbledore throughout the entire process.

This level of respect far exceeds that shown to the mistress of the house.

On the contrary, it's more like facing Grindelwald himself.

This made Harry begin to doubt his conclusions.

"Nebulus!" Streams of white mist poured out from Karkaroff's wand.

Then, the sound of rubbing clothes coming from inside could be heard.

Then, the fog cleared, and Karkaroff appeared in the center of the arena, looking exactly the same as when the match began.