DNF Meets Harry Potter

?　　 Karkaroff was stunned, he turned his head and stared at Harry, unable to believe his eyes.

　　 Behind him, De La Strong’s students also stopped. Karkaroff's eyes slowly surveyed Harry's face from bottom to top, and finally stopped on the scar.

　　Those students of German and Strong also stared at Harry curiously. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw a suddenly realized expression on some of them.

　　 The boy with his robe covered with food touched the girl next to him lightly, with a suddenly enlightened expression on his face, his fingers trembling openly pointing to Harry's forehead, speechless in shock.

　　 "You are not mistaken, he is Harry Potter! What, Karkaroff, do you have any thoughts about him?!"

There was a roar behind 　　, followed by the sound of a wooden pestle on the floor.

Karkaroff turned around, Moody was standing in front of him, leaning on his student, and his azure blue eye was staring at him without blinking. principal.

　　 When Carl heard the movement, he quickly walked over to see what happened. Anyway, he didn't think it was too much of a lively event.

　　 "You!" He glared at Moody, clutching his chest and stepping back several steps, as if he didn't believe his eyes.

　　 "Huh? Interesting... I don't know if Death Eaters scared Death Eaters will scare Death Eaters..."

　　 It was very interesting for Karl to watch the two Death Eaters tear each other with interest. He keenly observed that Karkaroff's face changed color, showing a terrifying look mixed with anger and fear.

"Me? What's wrong with me, you just tell me!" Moody said with a deep sneer, "Kakaroff'Professor', but if you have nothing to say to Harry, you should give up. You blocked the door..."

　　 When Moody said this sentence, he deliberately emphasized the word ‘professor’, and the scarred face showed a look of disdain.

　　 And he was right, half of the students in the hall were waiting behind him, each of them craned their necks to see what caused the blockage.

　　 Karkrov didn't say a word, and led his students away vastly without expression.

　　 Moody watched him walk out of sight, the magic eye stared at his back again, his fragmented face showed a look of extreme disgust, and it was not pretending, he really looked at Karkaroff upset.

　　 When Harry returned to the lounge, he directly intercepted Hermione who was about to return to the bedroom, and mysteriously pulled the somewhat puzzled little witch aside, hesitated and said in a low voice:

　　 "Hermione, can you come out for a while? I have something to ask you..."

　　 "Is it about Carl?" Hermione knew what he wanted to ask, so she spoke softly.

　　 Harry nodded, then walked out.

　　 "The Vera you just mentioned at the dinner...what the **** is it?"

　　 Harry found a corner and asked anxiously. He wanted to ask this question just now, but he never found a chance.

　　 "'Vera' means a powerful person in Elvish language... refers to the great existence that entered the world at the beginning of time and assumed the responsibility of guarding and governing the endless earth...

　　In the distant ancient times, they were the gods shared by elves and humans. When their power reached a certain level, they would leave the world. At least what I found from the magic book is like this..."

　　 Hermione recalled the materials she had checked in the library before, and said with a mixed feeling.

　　 "So maybe Karl will leave our world in the future?" After hearing this explanation, Harry almost couldn't stand up.

　　 "I don't know about this..." Hermione shook her head, she still knows very little about this.

　　 "By the way, you just mentioned time... from the beginning of time? Do "Veras" have the power to control time?"

　　 As if caught some key point, the memory fragments in Harry's mind kept flickering. He remembered the way Karl taught him to learn magic to restore his state last year, and the scene where Shaban returned automatically when he escaped...

　　 "I said, I don't know!" Hermione replied anxiously, then turned and walked towards her bedroom without looking back.

　　 "Hermione!" Harry hurried to catch up, but when he caught up, Hermione had already entered the bedroom door.

　　 So, he had to go back to his dormitory a little depressed and then climbed onto Ron's bed. He thought they could talk about today's affairs in the evening.

　　……

　　 The next day is Saturday. Normally, most students eat breakfast later. However, not only Harry, but even Ron, who usually sleeps until noon on weekends, got up early.

　　 When they entered the entrance hall, they found that there were a dozen people walking around in the hall. Of course, there was no Karl among these people, because no matter what major events happened, it was impossible for him to give up the time to wake up naturally during the weekend.

　　 Unless, someone who doesn't know good or bad is playing Quidditch outside his window!

　　 Some of these people are eating toast and some drinking milk, but it is worth noting that they are all carefully watching the burning goblet.

　　 It is on the stool in the middle of the hall that is usually used to put the sorting hat. There is a thin gold line on the floor around UU Reading www.uukanshu.com, forming a circle with it as the center and a radius of 10 feet.

　　 "What about Krum? Did you see him? Did he put his name in?"

　　 Ron eagerly grabbed a Gryffindor student who had come earlier, and asked anxiously.

"Of course, in fact, all the people in Deus Strong have been released, none of them left..." the innocent-looking little wizard replied, and then sighed lightly, "but I haven't seen it until now. People with Hogwarts put their names in..."

　　 "What's the matter... I bet some of them threw their names in after we left last night."

　　 Harry stepped forward and patted the newly enrolled elementary school brother on the shoulder and said with ease: "If it were me, I would do that. I don't want everyone to see it.

　　 What if the cup spit out your name right away? "

　　 "Hey! Harry, you also said that you don't want to participate, is it exposed now?"

　　 Someone laughed behind him.

　　 Harry turned around and saw Fred and George rushing down the stairs. They were very excited with a crystal bottle in each hand.

　　 "Would you like a little aging agent? We just boiled it this morning and it is still warm. As long as you drink it later, you can succeed in one fell swoop!"

　　 Fred moved his big face toward him, and then he smiled and started shaking the ageing agent in his hand.