Hogwarts' new house

Chicken Soup for the Soul are all liars, money is obviously everything

Gu Zhen stretched out two fingers and slowly pushed away the wand poking at his neck. He pointed at the gold galleons all over the ground, and then pointed at himself: "I'm not lying, five thousand galleons bought my life and the question just now, how did you remove me from the Weasley family fireplace?"

"If you don't sell me, get out!" The warlock on the lookout yelled, pointing his wand at the ancient town, telling him to get out of here.

Really low quality

"OK" Guzhen nodded: "Then let this matter go, let's move on to the next one."

The three wizards struggled to look away from Jin Gallon and looked at the ancient town with disgust.

The ancient town looked serious: "Two gentlemen and this lady, in such a wilderness and gloomy weather, such a good opportunity to rob galleons, wands, and gems and hand them over."

Kidnapper:

"kill him"

"Avada"

A crisp sound of "crack" illuminated the entire shabby house. After the light, the three poor wizards on the ground stood up and twitched continuously, their bodies were black and smoking.

"Sorry" Guzhen shrugged: "It's my first time to hit someone with lightning, so I didn't control the strength very well."

Without experience, Guzhen could only do his best to release the most powerful thunder and lightning. In fact, the lightning power can be several times stronger than it is now, but like that, his current weak body may not be able to bear it.

Guzhen bent down and picked up the thrown Jin Gallons one by one, feeling happy. Gu Zhen found that he liked this golden cutie more and more. Either he likes money, or he simply likes these golden coins.

Guzhen is willing to bet that the potion that turned him into a magical animal must have included dragon blood, and the amount was not small.

Guzhen collected the three wands and took off their hoods. Guzhen didn't recognize the three of them. The two wizards looked to be in their forties, but the witch looked to be in her twenties, although her face was a bit sickly pale. , but surprisingly a bit stunning.

"Now can you tell me how you got me here?"

The witch said nothing and returned a disdainful look to Guzhen.

"Crack!" There was another crisp thunder and lightning. The witch straightened her legs and trembled rapidly for several times. She became motionless. She didn't know whether she was dead or fainted.

Gu Zhen glanced at her, your look would make people misunderstand that I am the dark wizard who blocked the road and robbed others in Avada.

Gu Zhen looked at the wizard who had been watching the wind and Avada himself. The wizard's body was twitching, his eyes were sinister, and the corners of his mouth were twitching. Just as he was about to say something, he was completely knocked down by another lightning bolt from Gu Zhen.

"Sorry, you have no right to speak." With such a sinister look, I don't believe you.

Gu Zhen turned to another wizard. The wizard looked at Gu Zhen twitchingly, his tongue was stiff due to the electricity, and his speech was unclear: "Electricize me, I, I, I won't tell you, you can't run away."

I hate you honest enemies the most. You don’t know how to torture me when you bully me, right? Another thunder and lightning flashed on Guzhen’s fingertips.

A sudden voice came from behind: "Expelliarmus"

The three wands that had just been in his hand suddenly fell out of his hand and flew out. The whole arm was shaken with severe pain and numbness. Expelliarmus is a magical spell. If used well, it can not only snatch the wand, but also explode.

Guzhen suddenly turned around, and a tall and thin wizard stood at the door. His eyes were sharp and indifferent. He looked across Guzhen at the wizard lying on the ground, and said with a smile: "Why don't you help the principal of Guzhen solve the problem? It’s not some hidden secret.”

He turned to the ancient town: "For the descendants of Westsmith who invented Floo powder, it is not difficult to do something in the Floo network, especially since this is the old house of the Weasley family, and the two fireplaces are connected by themselves."

"Karkaroff." Guzhen whispered. That little goatee is so recognizable.

After traveling through time, Gu Zhen discovered that the people in this world are not all the same as those in the movies he has watched, but the iconic features have not changed much and can be recognized immediately.

"It would be great if the principal of Guzhen met me, so I won't have to introduce myself." Karkaroff walked straight to the shabby chair next to him, sat down and looked down at Guzhen, with an arrogant expression and the wand in his hand, but he didn't neglect it at all. Pointing to the ancient town.

Gu Zhen raised his eyebrows. His impression of Karkaroff was not very good. He was once a ruthless but timid Death Eater.

"Let's get straight to the point." Karkaroff stared at the ancient town, guarding against all his moves. For a person who can inherit Wintervale and shouts that he wants to create something better than Hogwarts, it should be standard to be able to cast spells without a wand.

"Congratulations to Mr. Guzhen for getting Winter Valley. You must know that Durmstrang searched for three hundred years to find the location of Winter Valley, and it took eighty years to crack the seal of Winter Valley. As a result, Mr. Guzhen easily found it. That’s what I inherited.”

Karkaroff stared at Guzhen with a sinister look: Mr. Guzhen, don’t you think Durmstrang should be given an explanation?”

Gu Zhen wanted to spit in his face, tell me that your uncle didn't let you pick the lock on my door, am I still sorry for you?

The ancient town also suddenly understood that since Winter Valley does exist for a thousand years, it is normal for someone to miss it. Especially for a mysterious school like Durmstrang, no one except themselves knows where it is.

Maybe there is a place like Winter Valley.

For a school like this that likes to hide, it's normal for them to covet the Winter Valley.

Guzhen instantly relaxed, sat down on the ground, and breathed a sigh of relief: "So, Principal Karkaroff came to me to ask for these three people from Winter Valley." Guzhen pointed to the three kidnappers on the ground.

Karkaroff curled his lips disdainfully: "They are just three idiots who are scared of poverty. They just want to take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune before I come."

He stared at Guzhen and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Mr. Guzhen is not so greedy that he is willing to give up Winter Valley Durmstrang. He only wants to merge Durmstrang with Winter Valley Magic Academy. What do you think?"

The ancient town is so happy, how fresh it is. The Winter Valley is full of people, but there is only one little pirate who has not officially entered school. How can we merge piaji? The Winter Valley is gone. Isn't it just to move Durmstrang to Wintervale?

Guzhen waved his hand casually: "These are nothing, but I am curious, hasn't Mr. Karkaroff quit being a Death Eater? Why did he start kidnapping again? Can he go to Winter Valley to talk to me directly? Is that good?"

Karkaroff's expression changed instantly. He didn't understand what the basin made of gold meant by washing hands, but it did not prevent him from understanding the meaning of the ancient town. His face instantly turned extremely gloomy. Ever since he joined Durmstrang, no one had dared to mention the word Death Eater in front of him.

Karkaroff gritted his teeth and said, "It seems that Mr. Guzhen has no intention of peace talks."

Yes, we need to take action

Guzhen's eyes widened: "Yes, why not?" He raised his hand and took out the parchment from his waist and handed it over: "It's so ugly to talk about a merger. How about a transfer? Winter Valley is a big trouble. I wanted to transfer it to Dumbledore at the beginning. Come on, I made a statement to the British Ministry of Magic about this."

Karkaroff did not take over, and poked with his wand. The parchment floated in the air and slowly unfolded. On it was a written transfer contract of Winter Valley. But the recipient was Dumbledore. The date is also early August.

There should be no truth to this. Guzhen's speech at the Ministry of Magic has been published in the newspapers and everyone knows about it. This guy really wants to donate Wintervale to Dumbledore.

While Karkaroff was slightly relaxed, he was also full of contempt for the ancient town.

On the ground, the outgoing wizard slowly woke up and grinned wildly: "Igor is here, you are dead."

"Hey hey hey, call me hehe, keep calling me if you have the guts."

A trace of disgust flashed across Karkaroff's face: "Wey Smith"

"What are you afraid of?" the wizard grinned slyly: "Kidnapping the heir of Winter Valley and extorting property, if any of them are exposed, you will be in prison for a lifetime. Don't tell Karkaroff, you will let him go. How many years have you done this? Principal, have you lost your brain?"

He looked at Guzhen sinisterly: "Hey, you are dead, no one can save you."

This guy should have the highest magic power among the three people. He recovered so quickly from two lightning strikes and spoke without any hesitation. Although he was still twitching and unable to move, Guzhen had no doubt that even if he didn't Even if someone treats him, he can recover before dark.

Gu Zhen had a smile on his face and possessed him: "You mean Karkaroff can kill me?"

West Smith smiled awkwardly and turned to look at the ancient town. Now I am lying on the ground. It will be your turn later: "Before I kill you, I will ask Karkaroff to let me torture you with the Cruciatus Curse for three days." .”

Guzhen smiled.

Then, as if it suddenly stepped into the air, the ancient town suddenly collapsed underground, fell into the earth, and disappeared.

Westsmith's ferocious smile turned into shock in the blink of an eye, and he stared blankly at the ground that had swallowed up the ancient town.

Karkaroff jumped up instantly, and an explosion spell hit the ground, blasting a one-meter-deep hole in the ground, but he didn't see any trace of the ancient town.

He huffed and puffed.

It doesn't matter if he can't get the Winter Valley, but if he kidnaps or blackmails him and runs away from Guzhen, he will probably be arrested immediately if he has a criminal record.

"Come out" Karkaroff roared. Feeling the surroundings.

But when he heard a muffled "bang", his eyes were filled with stars. When he turned around, he saw that the parchment with the words "Transfer Winter Valley to Dumbledore" had actually sprouted eyes and nose, floating in the air and jumping back and forth alternately with its two feet. At some point he picked up a table leg as thick as the mouth of a bowl and hit him on the back of the head with a stick.

"Eaaah" Parchment frowned and said curiously. I didn't get knocked unconscious by one blow. Is it because my parchment skills have deteriorated or because Karkaroff's scalp was too hard? That day Quirrell was wearing such a thick turban, and he fainted even after one blow.

If one stick doesn't work, let's try another one.

The parchment swung the wooden stick and was about to smash it, but saw Karkaroff raising his wand with a ferocious face.

“Four and a half”

There was a "crack" of thunder, Karkaroff's boots exploded with a bang, and a bolt of lightning shot straight from the soles of his feet to his head. Karkaroff's hair stood on end and he fell to the ground with black smoke rising from his body.

He held on and tried to stand up, but as soon as he raised his head, a big stick suddenly hit him.

With a muffled "thud", Karkaroff collapsed completely.

"Eaaah" the parchment dancer looked at the dumbfounded West Smith.