DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Eternal glory, it is waiting for the student who won the Triwizard Tournament!"

　　 Dumbledore opened his arms, and the burning candlelight shone on his solemn face.

　　 "Professor! You haven't said how to select that warrior yet!"

　　 Gryffindor table, George and Fred waved their hands and said in unison. There is no doubt that the two of them had this plan after Dumbledore announced the news.

　　 Harry's heart fluctuated when he heard these words, but he quickly returned to normal and continued to drink his pumpkin juice silently, and glanced at the Ravenclaw table from time to time. The honour of the Triwizard Tournament made him very excited, and Lily would be very happy to see him standing on the podium.

　　 But if Karl also participated in the selection, he knew that he would probably have no chance at all. In 1v1 singles, even Professor Snape couldn't beat him, and he taught him to be a super hero.

　　 But soon, Dumbledore announced the conditions for the selection of the Warriors, which made him completely utterly disapproving of his intentions. At the same time, I feel a little pity for Karl. If he really participated in the competition, it would have to be pushed all the way...

"Although I know that you all want to bring the Triwizard Trophy to Hogwarts," Dumbledore said solemnly, "but for the safety of the students, the principal of the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic agreed this time. There is a limit on the age of the contestants. Only students who have reached the age-that is, seventeen years old or older, are allowed to register for the election!"

　　 "What?! This is not fair at all!"

　　 "Doesn’t that mean that only seventh grade students can sign up for the selection?!"

　　 "According to this time, when I reach the age of seventeen, there will be three years before the next session will be held again, but that is that I have already graduated!"

　　 Hearing this restriction news, the little wizards below instantly exploded the pot, and the noisy discussion became louder and louder.

　　 This scene Dumbledore had obviously expected. He heard a few people criticize what he said. The Weasley twins suddenly seemed extremely angry, so he raised his voice:

　　"This is a measure we think is necessary, because no matter how prevented, the competition will still be difficult and extremely dangerous. There is no possibility that students below grades 6 and 7 can cope with it!

　　I will take the initiative to ensure that underage students cannot fool our fair referees and make them the champions of Hogwarts. "

When Dumbledore saw the rebellious faces of Fred and George, his blue eyes blinked at them a few times, and then he said wickedly, "So to those under the age of seventeen, I ask you not to waste time for yourself. Sign up, if you don’t want to make a fool of yourself..."

　　 After the rules were finally finalized, even the Ravenclaw Kitty, who didn't pay much attention to other things, seemed a bit indignant for a while, thinking it was unfair.

　　 Carl slowly looked at the magic book in his hand, and made a comment from time to time. He has long known the specific rules for this year's Triwizard Tournament, so naturally he will not feel as unbalanced as they do.

"The representatives of Boothbatten and Deus Strong will arrive in October and will be with us for most of this year. I know that you will give all the enthusiasm to the foreign guests during their stay and support Huo The champion of Gwarts.

　　 But it's not early now. I hope you can stay awake and relax your mind when you go to class tomorrow. This is very important. Go and rest! "

　　 Having said so many precautions in one breath, Dumbledore could not help but feel a little tired. He hurriedly announced the end of the banquet, and asked the prefects to lead the little wizards of their respective colleges back to the dormitory, greeted Moody and left the auditorium...

"How could they do that?" George squeezed his fist and looked a little indignant. Instead of following the crowd to the door, he watched Dumbledore's figure gradually disappearing. "We will be seventeen next April. It's only eight months away, why can't you give it a try?"

"He can't stop us." Fred said stubbornly, and glared at Dumbledore. "The champions can do anything, but he won't let us do anything right, so there is no money left. Garon bonus!"

　　 "Yes." Ron's thoughts seemed to float far away, "A thousand gold gallons, I have never seen so much money in my life, and last time my dad won the big prize..."

　　 "Stop talking, let's go!" Hermione curled her lips. She didn't understand why the boys were so interested in this game...

　　 "Maybe the one who is most angry now should be Karl, he is so strong, maybe he will be stopped under the rules this time..."

　　 Harry spit out half-jokingly. Hearing what he said, Ron suddenly felt that he was finally balanced.

　　 "That may be true, there are so many weird methods in his place!

　　Professor Lupin’s werewolf disease is about to be completely resolved by him in four months! "

　　 Hermione hammered her palm with her fist, and there was a hint of worry on her face. She understood that with Carl’s character, there was only a way to break through this age limit~www.readwn.com~ The possibility of intervening.

　　 "That's right!" Fred and George patted their foreheads, and a glint flashed in their eyes, "Hermione, thanks to your reminder!"

　　 The two of them pressed down these words and ran along in the direction of the Ravenclaws, for fear that time was too late.

　　 "Ah this!" Hermione was dumbfounded when she looked at the two jokers that ran away. She originally wanted to persuade Karl, but now it seems that the two have successfully found a shortcut?

"Why are you still stunned?! Chase it!" Hermione looked at Harry and Ron still at a loss, and suddenly became anxious. "If they really rely on Karl's weird methods to choose Once it's on, it's over!"

She is well versed in the history of magic but knows how terrible the death rate of the Triwizard Tournament is. She doesn’t want Fred and George to have lost their lives in vain. This tournament has been held almost every time since it was first held 700 years ago. On average, a dozen warriors will die.

　　 "Yeah! We can go and ask Karl!" Harry licked his lips, the excitement on his face was unobstructed, he stepped away and immediately followed Fred and George, and Ron followed closely behind.

　　 Seeing the reaction of the two, Hermione was startled again, none of you were right!

　　 On the other side, Carl followed his prefect and comfortably stepped up the stairs that were in motion all the time, imagining the good life in the future.

　　 Just then, a panting cry came into his ears.

　　 "Carl, wait a minute! You Jin Jialong has fallen!"