HP: Embrace the Darkness

Karkaroff didn't listen to a word of Susanna's long words, and he tried his best to remember who the voice belonged to.

But he didn't remember a woman who hated him so much: "Who are you?"

Susanna crossed her arms across her chest and listened to Karkaroff's question with a smile.

After questioning to no avail, Karkaroff frowned fiercely and continued to threaten Susanna: "This is Hogwarts, and I am the principal of Durmstrang. Aren't you afraid that Dumbledore will punish you?"

"I'm afraid of Dumbledore?" Susanna seemed to have heard something outrageous, her words were full of surprise.

"Funny, I'm not afraid to tell you. The last person I wanted to put a sack on was Dumbledore. Do you think I would be afraid of...? Karkaroff."

The threat failed, and Karkaroff struggled violently in the sack: "Damn it, you bitch, let me go."

Susanna hated being looked down upon and scolded, and Karkaroff did both.

She completely let go of herself, raised her foot and measured the position - and kicked it hard and quickly.

"what!"

Karkaroff screamed.

Susanna always liked the feeling of being tall, handsome and dashing when wearing high heels. Even in the wild, she would jump up and down on the ground wearing six to seven centimeter high heels.

There was no need to worry about accidents at Hogwarts. She even stepped on a 12cm pointed high heel, so this step almost killed Karkaroff.

Susanna was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect Karkaroff's reaction to be so big. She hadn't exerted any force yet.

She thought about it, and her eyes glanced down unconsciously. She suddenly realized after scanning the pair of high heels that could be called a murder weapon.

"...I seem to have forgotten that my shoes are pointed high heels. Principal, are you still alive?"

The place Suzanne kicked was the thigh, or the inner thigh to be precise.

Karkaroff is lying on his side, so the soft flesh on the inside is mostly attacked.

"What...you...said...?"

Karkaroff's voice was trembling with a slight intake of breath.

Susanna's conscience ached for a moment, but the next second she remembered the books she copied in Durmstrang and the corporal punishment, and her conscience disappeared instantly, and instead ignited a raging fire.

"Don't say I cheated on you. I'm going to let you out now. Let's have a fight. Don't cry if you lose."

Karkaroff was going crazy.

He had no idea how he could offend this crazy woman and still cry? If he didn't curse her later, he would point his finger at Voldemort and curse her!

Susanna didn't use her magic power and raised her hand to tear open the sack, revealing Karkaroff with a pale face and gloomy eyes.

"Hello, principal." She greeted happily, not caring that Karkaroff glared at her.

Karkaroff looked at Susanna's face and recalled it, but couldn't find a matching face in his mind: "I don't know you! Why did you want to arrest me?"

Susanna gave Karkaroff a look of regret and sympathy.

You just snicker, that is, you fall into my hands. If you fall into Ass's hands, he will be so cunning that you don't even know how you died, and you still have the life to ask this sentence.

Why are you being arrested?

It’s not like you just go to the potions classroom every day and make someone jealous.

Live it!

"Stop talking nonsense. It doesn't matter if you don't know me. It's enough for me to know you. Do you want to fight or not? Come on, I'll have lunch when I get there."

Susanna urged impatiently. She remembered that the lunch dish today included her favorite charcoal-grilled lamb chops, and she had no time to waste time with Karkaroff.

Karkaroff had a gloomy face, quickly got up from the ground, pulled out his wand and threw out a green light towards Susanna.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Susanna moved flexibly and passed by Avada Kedavra, who was seeking her life, without even moving her clothes.

"You are not very accurate. You can't even hit me, a weak woman with no strength. Are your hands shaking because you haven't eaten? Or are your hands shaking because you are old? Tsk, are you not good at it?"

Just speaking was not enough, she also glanced up and down with suspicious eyes, and put Karkaroff's dignity on the ground with great arrogance.

Karkaroff's face turned pale and his breathing became rapid at this naked ridicule.

He wanted to retort, but he didn't have a mouth as articulate as Susanna's. His lips trembled for a long time and he couldn't say anything sarcastic.

If Asseth was here, he would definitely not try to waste words with Susanna, nor would he give Susanna a chance to continue talking, and would settle the matter as quickly as possible.

It's a pity that the person standing here is Karkaroff. He didn't know how powerful Susanna was, so he didn't interrupt in time and couldn't solve the problem quickly.

This doomed him to failure.

Half an hour later, Karkaroff lay on the ground with a bruised nose and face, gasping for breath, angry and in pain, but this time he did not dare to underestimate Susanna.

For half an hour, he didn't hit Susanna once, but Susanna hit him accurately every time, and she hit him specifically on the fragile soft flesh. The pain spread to the pain-sensing nerves, and the nerves beat wildly, almost exploding.

After Susanna taught her "old enemy" a lesson, she felt relaxed and looked at Karkaroff with condescension and pity.

"Don't think you are wronged. Who made you the principal of Durmstrang? I - the one who beat you is the principal of Durmstrang."

These words vaguely evoked Karkaroff's vague memory. He raised his head with difficulty to look at Susanna, and the warning from the previous principal after he took over suddenly appeared.

Be careful about her...her?

It's that madman!

There were many students who wanted to blow up Durmstrang, but not many actually did so. Over the years, it was only Grindelwald and Susanna. Karkaroff quickly matched Susanna's face with the face in his memory. .

"Are you the female student who almost bombed Durmstrang more than ten years ago?"

"You guessed it, but it's a pity that you look so miserable now that I can't fight anymore."

She sighed rather regretfully, blinking and getting excited again.

"It doesn't matter, you still have to stay in Hogwarts for a while. We have plenty of opportunities. Remember, I am in the alchemy office in the basement, looking forward to your revenge, our dear principal."

Suzanne is confident.

After what she said, Karkaroff would never dare to appear where she was. Naturally, he would not go near the potions classroom and cellar in the basement. Her mission should be...completed by now, right?

Her mission was indeed accomplished.

Karkaroff no longer wanted to care about Voldemort's resurrection or the dark mark becoming clear.

Now he just wants to kill this arrogant and domineering woman who bullied him to avenge the humiliation he suffered today.

Susanna, who was happily rushing towards the charcoal-grilled lamb chops, didn't know that Karkaroff had never seen a woman with such a vicious mouth and such painful blows in his life. This time, he had completely remembered her.

Simply put, Susanna firmly held Karkaroff's hatred.

Karkaroff only has her in his heart now.