DNF Meets Harry Potter

Carl raised his head, and Pepy Ghost also noticed him at this time.

　　 It was still wondering just now which little wizard had such a head that he even dared to look up, but he was shocked when he looked at Carl's face with wide eyes.

　　 is that devil! What Carl did to him can never be forgotten. Whenever he is confidently ready to prank those little wizards, as long as he meets him, there is no good fruit for himself.

　　 and there has never been an exception!

　　 Pippi Ghost was taken aback, and he let out a miserable scream, and then threw all the remaining water polo downwards, and he suddenly turned his head and flew towards a higher place to escape the scene at the speed of light.

　　 But it's a pity, it understood it too late.

　　 Actually, when Carl saw it for the first time, it couldn't escape.

　　 Carl gave a weird laugh, like the all-wicked villain in the film and television drama, and Pippi is the poor victim.

　　 Between the tap of the walnut wand, the dozen or so water **** thrown down by Pippi in mid-air exploded and merged into a huge palm.

　　 The five fingers of the palm suddenly clenched, and then he snapped his fingers. Pippi's scream instantly spread throughout the main Hogwarts castle, and under this tremendous force the whole ghost flew like a deflated balloon and disappeared before everyone's eyes.

　　 "Damn Pipi, my hair is all wet!" Hermione stomped her feet and kept taking care of her wet hair.

　　 "What happened here, is there a flood in Hogwarts?!"

　　 A cold and harsh voice sounded in everyone's ears. Professor McGonagall looked at the water-stained floor and the embarrassed little wizards and couldn't believe his eyes.

　　 With her thin lips pursed, she looked at the little wizards sternly, just wanting an explanation.

　　 "It's Pippi!" Hermione gritted her teeth while pinching the corner of her robe that was a little wet.

"It's really bad!" Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, his expression a bit solemn, "Everyone, dry your clothes before queuing into the auditorium! We will have guests coming soon, please remember that you represent the most powerful in Europe Magic Academy, don’t let them read jokes..."

　　 "Warm as day!"

　　Professor McGonagall waved his magic wand, and the warm brilliance of the sun shone on the little wizards. They instantly felt that they were warming up, and the coldness on their bodies was quickly disappearing...

　　 "Embrace the warmth of the morning sun..." Carl stretched out his right hand and felt the warm glow, thinking silently in his heart.

　　Professor McGonagall came over to check the situation and after some instructions, he hurried away again. In order to welcome the guests and the branch hospital, she still has many things to deal with...

　　 "Hey! Have you listened carefully to what Professor McGonagall said, this time a guest came to visit Hogwarts!"

　　 "I don't know who it is, she made her so serious!"

　　 "In my opinion, it must be Dumbledore's friend! Only a great wizard of this level can make Professor McGonagall so solemn!"

　　 After Professor McGonagall left, the pot exploded in an instant. The little wizards excitedly began to discuss the secret behind this.

　　 "The Triwizard Tournament!" Carl's lips moved slightly, and then in his mind he began to remember what might happen this year.

　　 Ten minutes later, the prefects of each academy came to the team of their own academy and began to greet the little wizards to line up and enter the auditorium in an orderly manner.

　　 The hall is still the same as it used to be. It was newly decorated for the opening ceremony. The golden plates and goblet were shining in the light of hundreds of candles floating in the air.

　　 Four long large tables were filled with students chatting. At the top of the hall, the faculty and staff sat at the fifth table, facing their students.

　　 Harry looked up at the table where the professors were sitting. There seemed to be a lot more empty seats than before. The long tables in the four major colleges seemed to be much longer. He guessed it might be for the guests.

　　 But... are there so many?

　　 For a moment, Harry was plunged into deep doubts.

　　 "Where is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" Hermione also looked up, but did not see the stranger.

They have never seen a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher who can hold on for more than a year. So far, Harry’s favorite teacher is Lupin, but he resigned last year after all, which made him very sad. . He looked up and down at the staff table, there was no new face there.

　　 "Maybe they can't find the next one!" Harry shrugged and said helplessly.

The Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts is a consumable item. Every year, there will be problems due to force majeure. This is no secret in the English magical world. Iron-headed children who dare to challenge this profession are all planted. Up above.

　　 The worst is this year's Professor Moody. In other words, someone else can last at least a year, but he is over before he starts...

　　 They are thinking about small talk, Professor McGonagall is ready to start sorting. This year’s branching ceremony looks more grand than ever. Professor McGonagall has been stern from the beginning~www.readwn.com~There is no slight smile on his serious face...

With a solemn expression on her face, she unfolded a simple scroll of parchment, lowered her eyes and read the name according to the name on it. The new students who were read by the name were either excited, uneasy or calm, and ended up sitting on the stool. As soon as I put on that patched hat...

　　 About twenty minutes later, as the Sorting Hat read out the home of the last little wizard for the next seven years, this year's Sorting Ceremony ended successfully.

　　 Professor McGonagall looked relaxed, waved his magic wand to change the stool, and then walked to the upper faculty bench.

　　 Dumbledore slowly stood up from the C position in the entire auditorium and nodded slightly to Professor McGonagall, and then a kind smile appeared on his face, opened his arms, and said with a smile:

　　 "Welcome... welcome everyone back to Hogwarts again!"

　　 "I only have two words to tell you..." The old magic wand appeared in his hand, and the old principal's steady and heavy voice echoed in the auditorium, "Eat!"

　　 As his voice fell, while waving his wand gracefully, food taller than the little wizards was stacked on top of pure gold tableware.

　　 "Sure enough! The opening banquet has never let me down!"

　　 Gryffindor is on a long table, and Luo, who has been hungry for a long time, his eyes are red. He uses both hands together, grabbing a chicken leg with one hand and taking a bite before changing to the other.

　　 Karl lifted his hair, a pure smile appeared on his face, and then blinked vaguely at Dumbledore above...