v2 Chapter 550： Kakalov (1/2)

Ron looked around and looked for Krum, and the question was answered almost immediately.

At this time, they had already reached the table of Slytherin, only to see Kakalov rushing to his students.

”Well, go back to the boat.” He said, ”Wickdor, how do you feel? Take the medicine on time? Are you full, do you want me to send some heated wine from the kitchen?”

Krum shook his head in a gloomy face and put the fur cape back on.

”Professor, I want to drink some wine,” another male of Demstrom said eloquently.

”I didn't ask you, Poliac.” Kakalov said sternly, his gentle expression of his father disappeared. ”I noticed that you poured the food on your robes again.” Hurry and get clean, you nasty boy”

Kakarov turned and led his students to the door.

They happened to walk to the door with Ai, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Colin, Ginny, Fred, and George.

Everyone stopped and let Kakalov go first.

”Thank you.” Kakalov said casually, glanced at them.

Suddenly, Kakalov was completely stunned and his eyes stopped on Harry.

He turned his head back to Harry and stared at him as if he didn't believe his eyes.

Demstrom’s students followed the headmaster and stopped.

Kakalov’s gaze slowly moved to Harry’s face and stared at the scar.

Demstrom’s students also looked at Harry curiously, and they could see a few people’s faces with a sense of enlightenment.

The boy who was covered with soup stains on his chest licked the girl next to him and pointed Harry's forehead without any disguise.

Krum also looked at Harry with his gaze, and then fell to Ai and Hermione.

Ai and he looked at each other and felt that Krum’s eyes seemed to have some strange emotions.

Perceive that Ai looked at himself again, Krum quickly rushed his head to the other side.

This is really strange. They had already met at the Quidditch World Cup last time. Why did Krumm hide from himself? !

”You are” Kakalov said slowly.

”Yes, he is Harry Potter.” There was an angry voice behind them.

Kakalov turned sharply, and Mad-Eye Moody stood there.

His heavy body leaned on the crutches, and the magical eyes glared at Demstrom's principal.

Kakalov’s face became pale, revealing a terrible expression mixed with resentment and fear.

”It's you!” he said, staring at Moody, seemingly unsure that he really saw him.

”It's me.” Moody said sullenly. ”Unless you have something to say to Potter, Kakalov, or you will go forward quickly, and you have blocked the door.”

At this time, half of the students in the auditorium were waiting behind them.

The people behind rushed over the shoulders of the people ahead to see what caused the traffic jam.