DNF Meets Harry Potter

?　　 "Well, it is estimated that there will be a few minutes before the Goblet of Fire decision..." Dumbledore looked at the wall clock on the wall and nodded slightly. "Before officially announcing the result, let me say a few words here.

　　 Please come to the head of the hall after the name is called, and walk along the staff desk from this door to the next room. "

　　 As he said, he pointed to the door behind the chair, "They will receive the first order there."

　　 After he finished speaking, he glanced at the little wizards under the stage who were staring at him intently, nodded in satisfaction, then took out the magic wand and waved it hard. The scale was comparable to crazy Lily's chaotic wand.

　　In an instant, all the light sources except the candles placed in the carved pumpkins went out.

　　 Everything is in the dark. In the entire hall, only the burning goblet glowed brightly, and the dazzling blue and white flames pierced the eyes between the sparkles. Everyone was watching and waiting, some people lowered their eyes slightly, they were looking at their watches.

　　 "The time is up!" George whispered, and his gaze immediately moved away from the watch, staring at the goblet without blinking.

　　 At the same time, the blazing blue flame in the goblet of fire suddenly turned red, and Dumbledore's face was flushed with sparks for a while.

　　 The Goblet of Fire didn't make everyone wait for a long time. It was only ten seconds before a tongue of fire rushed up, and then a piece of charred parchment slowly floated up.

　　 After seeing the parchment, the students in the auditorium, whether it was Hogwarts or the other two schools, took a breath. They knew exactly what the paper meant.

　　 Dumbledore reached out and grabbed the parchment, then slowly spread it out on the palm of his hand. He lowered his head slightly and read it as the flame turned back to blue and white.

　　 "The warrior who represents De La Strong is..." His voice echoed in the silent auditorium, loudly, "Victor Krum!"

　　 After the name was pronounced, after a short silence, there was a burst of thunderous applause from the Slytherin long table, and then his enthusiastic fans began to cheer on the other long tables.

　　The influence of world-class stars can be seen at this moment!

"Oh! Krum!" Karkaroff's tight face was as brilliant as a blooming purple-skinned old chrysanthemum. His voice was louder than applause, and almost everyone heard it, "I knew there was Your share!"

　　 "As expected~..."

　　 Krum waved to Karkaroff, a relaxed smile appeared on his face.

　　 I saw him standing up from the Slytherin table calmly, walking towards Dumbledore a little lazily, turning right down the staff table, and quickly disappearing into the aisle leading to the next room.

　　 After Krum left, the applause and the discussion gradually became quieter. Everyone's attention gradually shifted to the goblet of fire, and it turned red again in the expectation of everyone's eyes. The flames rushed up with the second piece of parchment, and slowly floated into Dumbledore's hands.

　　 "The warrior who played for Boothbarton is...," Dumbledore announced loudly, "Florence Delacour!"

　　 "Ron, it's her!" Harry said loudly.

　　 "Oh, look how disappointed they are," Hermione said lightly, looking at the girls.

　　 "It's too much to use the word disappointment..." Harry twitched the corner of his mouth. In his sight, there were already two unsuccessful girls who were crying and crying, now holding their heads sobbing.

The girl who looked like Vanya in their eyes stood up gracefully, raised her head proudly and flicked her satin-like shiny blonde hair, swaggering across the long table between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff Over.

　　 "I'm right over there, don't let my sister wait for too long!"

　　 When passing by Carl's seat, Furong gave him a provocative look, then pointed at the small door with his finger, and quickly disappeared in front of everyone.

　　 "Oh, woman!" Carl chuckled lightly, "You succeeded in attracting my attention. Who told me to be kind, let you lose so badly..."

　　 After Furong left, the hall was silent again. The difference was that this silence was too strong and irritating. The little wizards did not even dare to breathe too loudly, because the next time they were at Hogwarts.

　　 The burning goblet of flame turned red again, and the tongue of flames rolled high. Even Dumbledore's expression was very solemn at the moment, and he pulled out a third piece of parchment directly from the end of the flame while his eyes were moving.

"The warrior representing Hogwarts is!" But when he saw the parchment for the first time, his brows stretched out, and his eyes were even more faintly cheerful, "Carl Harris !"

　　 Applause louder than ever before erupted from the auditorium, and the scream resounded through the sky.

　　 Amid the high-profile shouts, Carl slowly stood up with a smile in his eyes, and walked towards Dumbledore step by step.

　　 "I don't agree!" Karkarov stood up from his chair suddenly, at this moment his smile had already disappeared without a trace.

　　 "Albus, I need a reasonable explanation! If I remember correctly, according to the rules we made before, the warriors of the three magic academies should be an adult wizard over the age of seventeen!

　　 How old is he? fourteen? Or thirteen? ! "

Karkaroff slapped the table angrily and yelled at Dumbledore angrily. UU reading www.uukanshu.com knew that the choice of Goblet of Fire would never go wrong, and there was only one reason for being selected at this age— That is, this little wizard is far more terrifying than those graduates who have passed their 17th birthday!

　　 This situation also happened hundreds of years ago. At that time, there was no age limit for the Triwizard Tournament, but the youngest had to wait until the fifth grade.

　　 But at this moment, he has never heard of it!

　　 Mrs. Maxim realized this at the moment, too, and did not give Dumbledore any good looks.

　　 "Albus, if you can't give us a reason, I think this Triwizard Tournament is of little significance..."

　　 Karkaroff looked at Dumbledore coldly, his face was dark and terrifying at the moment, and his eyes were extremely cold.

　　 He also checked the magic that Dumbledore left behind, and even himself, a senior Death Eater, could not do anything about it, let alone a minor wizard.

　　 Although his talent and strength may be extremely good, the great magic left by the world's number one white wizard!

　　 He didn't believe that Dumbledore had nothing to do with him secretly in order to win. Although cheating is the tradition of the Triwizard Tournament, it is too blatant. He has never been played like this.

　　 "Oh~...Igor, I think you may need to calm down first. As for why this happens, I think Mr. Harris will give us a reasonable explanation~...

　　 I think you will understand by then..."