Chapitre 66: Chapter 66: "The Evil Soul Item: A Discussion with Dumbledore"
"Dumbledore, I don't think we need to discuss the Triwizard in person anymore. Look at this weather in England. It's really annoying. I miss the cold, wind, and snow in Durmstrom. That's the best way to strengthen a wizard's will." The man at the table glanced out the window at the warm sun and picked up his glass, downing the bubbling drink in one gulp. The bar was noisy and no one paid attention to the stranger's sarcastic remark.
"Even the drink is weak. Old man, I agree with some of your perspective. It's not just the environment that can toughen people up. There's another factor. We have a lady present. Shouldn't you watch your words?" Dumbledore also raised his glass and took a sip of wine.
"Sorry, Madam Maxim. I didn't mean to be rude. I was just making an analogy, not discriminating against women." The man apologized to the other woman at the table. Madam Maxim was an unusual woman and just smiled faintly, not minding the man's rudeness.
Not only was she unusual among women, but she was also unusual among wizards and ordinary people. She was so tall that she took up enough space for two people at the table. In addition, she had an olive-colored face, a pair of big, dark, watery eyes, and her hair was combed back. She was wrapped from head to toe in a black satin dress and wore many luxurious opals. Her English was excellent, but her French accent was the only fly in the ointment.
As for the coarse-looking man, his name was Igor Kakarov. He was tall and thin, with short, whitish hair, and his goatee, curled at the end, did not quite cover his thin chin.At first glance, people who didn't know him would think that he was a standard English gentleman.The three of them chatted casually at the table, completely ignoring the noisy environment of the surrounding bar.
The people around them also didn't care about what was going on here, which was a bit unusual. After all, Dumbledore had a high reputation in the United Kingdom and the wizarding world, so there would always be people paying attention to him.
Obviously, they had cast a spell to block out the outside world's interference.
Dumbledore continued, "I have no intention of interfering with the operation of the Ministry of Magic's Sports Department. In fact, you're the one who is most enthusiastic about the Triwizard, right, Mr. Kakarov?"
"Kakarov asked in a frustrated tone, "Then why did you ask us to come all the way here to talk with you? I don't need to come to this broken place during my free time."
Madam Maxim nodded elegantly and said, "I don't mind. I'll just treat it as a vacation."
She then asked, "So why did you call us here?"
Dumbledore thought for a moment before taking out a black book from his robe. The book was scratched beyond recognition. Kakarov raised his eyebrows in surprise and asked, "Dumbledore, what are you trying to do?"
Madam Maxim frowned at the book, which gave her a very bad and evil feeling. "You're not the one who made this, right?" she asked.
Dumbledore nodded and explained that the book was a soul item, which was incomparably evil. It had a certain degree of camouflage and bewitchment ability before it was destroyed, but now only a disgusting wave of evil magic remained.
Madam Maxim asked, "Then this thing is probably the spoils of war you obtained after defeating a Dark Magician?"
Kakarov said with a self-deprecating smile, "If you just want to use this as a warning to me, then you don't have to. Although I used to have a not-so-glorious history, now I know that life on the shore is still better."
"So, why did you ask us to come here?" Kakarov propped his hands on the table and stood up at once.
He stared at the man in front of him and asked in a questioning tone."Don't be impatient." Dumbledore waved his hand and said, "I think my office is more suitable for discussing some secret matters. After all, this is a tavern."
"It's my pleasure." Maxim Maxim nodded and prepared to get up. Her Giant bloodline gave her a somewhat swift and decisive style."I can't even remember the last time I went to Hogwarts. This time, I'll go and take a look." She muttered to herself, her voice full of joy and anticipation.
Kakarov cleared his throat and coughed a few times. His voice in private meetings was different from his voice in public. In front of the students, his voice was always mellow and sweet, sounding like a sissy. This was also to neutralize his dark past. Sometimes, changing his external image was the first step. Now that he was about to leave the private world, he had to change his voice back.
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