DNF Meets Harry Potter

?　　Of course not!

　　 Because I was lying to you!

　　 How can the wizards of this world create a race of wisdom out of thin air, that must be the authority that the gods can touch.

　　 "But... but they also have wisdom, there are emotions, sorrows, sorrows, and happiness. They shouldn't survive in such an environment!" Hermione muttered to herself.

　　 "Then you may only know the answer to this question if you ask their creator..." Carl tapped his finger on the desktop and smiled at her.

　　 After getting the answer, Hermione sank like a deflated ball, still muttering words.

　　 Hagrid wanted to come forward to comfort her, but she turned around and avoided him, so he had to clean up the tableware on the table.

　　 After the not-so-pleasant lunch passed, the sky began to rain. Carl sat on the stove, listening to the gentle tapping of the raindrops on the window, while Hagrid was sewing and mending with a bunch of wool.

　　 The big pumpkins outside the window that were full of water became more and more tender. If you ignore the sulking little witch on the side, all this looks very harmonious and comfortable.

　　 It started to darken the day after half past five. Carl felt it was time to go back to the castle, not just for the Halloween dinner, but more importantly, the names of the warriors of the schools would be announced at that time.

　　 "I'm going with you." As if thinking of something happy, Hagrid smiled inexplicably, and put his needlework aside, "Please wait a moment."

　　 He stood up, walked over to the bed, and fumbled for something in the cabinet with drawers. At the beginning, they didn't care much. After a long time, a bad smell went straight to the nose.

　　 Karl was silent and didn't say anything, but quickly cast himself a bubble spell. He glanced at Hermione, thought for a moment, moved his fingers lightly, and gave her one.

　　 Ron asked as he coughed, "Hagrid, what are you looking for? Ahem..."

　　 "Huh?" Hagrid turned around and took a big bottle. "Don't you like it?"

　　 "Is it cologne?" Hermione's expression was a bit bored.

　　 "Uh, yes... it's cologne," Hagrid murmured, and he blushed, and said vaguely, "It may be a bit more...I'll wash it off, wait..."

　　 He walked out of the cabin, leaned down and washed vigorously.

　　 "Look at it!"

　　 Several people were packing things, and Ron suddenly pointed out the window and cried out.

　　 Carl looked in the direction of his fingers. Hagrid just stood up and turned around. If he blushed just now, it was nothing compared to what he was doing now.

　　 In order to prevent the half-blood giant in love from discovering them, they all stood up carefully and looked out through the window. Mrs. Maxim and the group of Bill Berton students had just got out of the carriage, and apparently they were also preparing to start a dinner party.

　　 Hagrid was talking to her. They couldn't hear what he said because of the distance, but they could see the obsessive, psychedelic expression when he spoke.

　　 Harry had only seen that look once, the same look he had when he saw the young dragon Norbert just out of the shell when he was in the first grade.

　　 "He intends to go to the castle with her!" Carl twitched his lips, and Hagrid's operation really made him annoyed, "I thought he was waiting for us!"

From a distance, he saw Hagrid following Mrs. Maxime without looking back. They swiftly walked towards the castle along the ground, and the students of Boothbarton were following in their footsteps. Trotting to keep up with their strides.

"It's already obvious! He likes her!" Ron shook his head. He thought the world was crazy. "Then, if they get to that point, they will set a world record-I bet Each of their children weighs a ton!"

　　 "Reasonable guess!" Carl agreed. Although he didn't know what the final outcome of Hagrid and Maxim would be, it didn't prevent him from gossip.

　　 They talked and laughed and walked out of the hut, closing the door, and walking up the sloping grass. It was dark outside now, and a cool breeze passed by, and Harry couldn't help wrapping his cloak tightly.

　　 "Oh, look, it's them!" Hermione whispered.

　　 Without her reminding, Carl saw from a distance the group of German strong people were rising from the lake to the castle. Krum and Karkaroff walked side by side, and the other students followed randomly.

　　Ron looked at Krum excitedly. He couldn't let go of him in the end, but it was a pity that Krum didn't look around, so he walked straight into the castle.

　　 Today is Halloween, and the whole hall has been re-decorated by the professors.

　　The black bats fluttered across the starry sky above their heads with flapping wings, and the ghostly blue ghost fire appeared in the jack-o-lantern, floating everywhere under the influence of magic, and the ghosts screamed and passed by...

　　 They crossed the corridor between the long tables to find a seat. The hall was swaying by candlelight, and it was already overcrowded. The burning goblet of fire had been moved to the professor's seat and placed in front of Dumbledore's chair.

　　 Ron looked at his two brothers-Fred and George. Their beards were gone, and he seemed to have calmly accepted the frustrated fact.

　　 may be because this is their second feast this school year, the Halloween dinner lasts longer than usual.

　　 But many little wizards don't like these carefully prepared foods as they usually do. They all crane their necks and look around, with a vaguely impatient look on their faces, standing up from time to time to see if Dumbledore has finished eating.

　　 Like them, Harry just wanted to finish eating quickly and hear who the other two schools were selected. He felt that there was basically no suspense at Hogwarts.

　　 Although he would dream about the scene where he would become the Warriors and win the championship in his heart from time to time during class these days, he also knew in his heart that he was far from Carl.

　　 Even if he can break through the age limit, Goblet of Fire will most likely not choose him. After all, each school has only one warrior quota...

　　 Just in his cranky thoughts, those golden discs were finally cleaned up with a wave of Dumbledore's big hand, restored to their golden appearance, but the noise in the hall increased unabated.

　　 But as soon as Dumbledore stood up, all the noise disappeared immediately. Karkaroff and Maxim stood beside him. They were as nervous and hopeful as the others.

　　 The two referees from the Ministry of Magic also stood up from their chairs, their expressions in sharp contrast. Bagman smiled and blinked at many students, but Crouch looked cold, even annoying.