Ron looked around for Krum, and his question was answered almost at once.
By this time they had reached Slytherin's table, and Kakarov hurried up to his students.
"Well, back to the ship," he said. "How are you feeling, Wicker? Have you taken your medicine? Are you full? Do you want me to send someone to bring you some heated wine from the kitchen? "
Krum shook his head gloomily, and put his fur cloak back on.
"Professor, I'd like some wine," another of the Durmstrong boys said, drooling.
"I didn't ask you, Polyako." Kakarov said sternly, his fatherly expression vanishing. "I notice you're dripping food on the front of your robe again. Clean it up, you nasty boy."
Kakarov turned and led his students to the door.
They were at the door at the same time as Ai, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Corin, Ginny, Fred, and George.
They stopped to let Kakarov pass first.
"Thank you," Kakarov said casually, glancing at them.
Instantly, Karkalov was completely stunned, and his eyes stopped on Harry.
He turned his head back to Harry and stared at him, as if he could not believe his eyes.
Durmstrong's students followed behind the headmaster and stopped in their tracks.
Kakarov's eyes moved slowly to Harry's face, and fixed on the scar.
The students of Durmstrong also looked at Harry curiously, and a few of them could be seen with an expression of understanding on their faces.
The boy with the soup dripping on his chest poked the girl next to him, and pointed unabashedly at Harry's forehead.
Krum also looked at Harry, and then at Ai, Hermione, and the others.
Ai met his eyes, and felt that Krum's eyes seemed to have some strange emotion.
Sensing that Ai was looking at him again, Krum quickly turned his head to the other side.
It was strange. They had known each other since the last Quidditch World Cup. Why was Krum avoiding him?!
"You are," Kakarov said slowly.
"Yes, he is Harry Potter," an angry voice said from behind them.
Kakarov whirled around. Mind-eyed Moody was standing there.
His heavy body was leaning on his crutch, and his magic eye was staring unblinkingly at the principal of Durmstrong.
Kakarov's face had gone white, and there was a terrible mixture of hatred and fear.
"It's you!" he said, staring blankly at Moody, as if he were not sure he had seen him.
"It's me," said Moody. "Unless you have something to say to Potter, Kakarov, go ahead. You're blocking the door."
Half the students in the auditorium were waiting behind them.
People in the back were scrambling over the shoulders of the people in front to see what was causing the traffic jam.
Professor Kakarov said nothing. He waved his hand and walked away with his students.
Moody stared at him until he was out of sight.
His magic eye was fixed on Kakarov's back, and his mutilated face showed an expression of extreme disgust.
Facing Kakarov, even though he was pretending to be Moody, Keresis's reaction was a little too much.
Ai thought for a moment, then separated from the crowd and told everyone that he was going to say hello to Gabriel and the others before going back.
But in fact, he followed Moody down a remote side staircase to the deserted office on the third floor.
"Boy, I warned you, we'd better not have any contact!" Keresis said, gritting his teeth.
At this time, they were standing in a dark hallway. Even though they were very close, they could not see each other clearly.
"You look like you have a grudge against Kakarov?" Ai asked directly, ignoring the other's warning.
"That cunning guy has caused a lot of trouble for me and my people in Northern Europe. That's my business. I'll take care of it. You just need to know that Kakarov is very dangerous. Don't be fooled by his appearance, "Keresis said in a low voice." He's a Death Eater. "
"He used to be. He has betrayed Lord Voldemort, but there's no denying that he is dangerous." Ai paused and continued, "But that shouldn't be our focus right now. Did you find that person tonight? Could it be Barty Crouch?! "
"Barty Crouch is obviously being controlled. I saw it with my own eyes, but I can't be sure if he's an imposter. I repeat, he doesn't believe me. He didn't tell me his plan at all! " Keresis said in a low voice. "I came here to attract everyone's attention. This is a task given to me by Lord Voldemort, and also a punishment for my failure last time. Well, if you don't want me to be discovered immediately, then get out of here quickly and go back to sleep! "
Ai turned and left. It seemed that Keresis did not know much more than he did.
When Ai returned to the common room, the little wizards were all gathered there to discuss the Goblet of Fire.
Fred and George were promoting their age-enhancer, and a group of people surrounded them.
It seemed that if the age-enhancer was indeed effective after tomorrow's verification, they seemed to be planning to.
Hermione ignored them. She was holding a thick book in her hand, and was recording something.
Ai greeted them and went back to his bedroom alone.
He took out the Marauder's Map, spread it on the floor, and tapped it with his wand.
Ai quickly searched for Barty Crouch Jr.'s name on it. In Dumbledore's office, he saw Dumbledore, Kakarov, Mrs. Maxim, Barty Crouch, and Ludo Bargmann.
The five of them seemed to be talking about something. Because Barty Crouch Jr and his father's name were the same, Ai could not be sure if it was him.
Ai slid his finger down the map, passing over the familiar names.
All Boothbottom were in their waggons, and were on their way to that neighbourhood.
Demstrong's students had already returned to the ship. On the map, there was a cloud of white mist at the location of the lake, covering everyone's name. Nothing could be seen clearly. The powerful protective magic on the ship had rendered the Marauder's Map useless.
It seemed that Demstrong would have to find another opportunity to verify it.
Ai carefully searched again, and then put the Marauder's Map away.
He looked at the ceiling and thought about it again. If he were Barty Crouch Jr., what would he do?!
The faces of Lord Voldemort, Keresis, Kakarov, Barty Crouch Jr., Barty Crouch Jr., and their faces kept spinning in his mind. He had a feeling that things were not going the way he expected.
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