DNF Meets Harry Potter

?　　 Carl stood by the window and squinted slightly. Just a few minutes ago, he clearly felt that the back hand left in Gunter's old house had been touched.

　　 In other words, Voldemort has returned and is now planning how to implement the plan~...

　　 But, so what? An attempt that is doomed to fail...

　　 In the night sky, the breeze gently brushed his cheeks, and the soft moonlight shone. With a knowing smile, Carl closed the window and walked towards his crib step by step. It was late at night, and it was time to rest...

　　……

　　 When the first ray of dawn shone on Hogwarts in the morning, and it was reflected by the glass into the room, this ancient castle began to flourish again.

　　 Today is Monday, and when Karl walked slowly into the auditorium, many little wizards were already ready to eat breakfast.

　　 Although it has been a night for the selection of the Warriors, everyone is still full of expectations for the upcoming Triwizard Tournament, and excited discussions echoed in the auditorium one after another.

　　 "Just be quiet! Everyone be quiet!"

Dumbledore walked out of the small room at the end of the auditorium. The old principal was red and he looked very energetic, but Karkaroff and Maxim, who followed him, were different. They both had a cold face. It was as if Dumbledore owed them a few hundred dollars.

　　 "Please come to the room I mentioned yesterday after the breakfast time is over for the four warriors, um...about the Triwizard Tournament, you need to get some necessary instructions!"

Carl looked at Karkaroff and Maksim, whose faces were stretched like a stone, with wicked fun. He thought that these two goods were so fierce last night that they almost ran away overnight. As a result, they are not the only ones Smashed his teeth and swallowed into his stomach.

　　 Sure enough, there is no easy word in the adult world, everyone is desperately catering to this world.

　　 took a sip of milk into his mouth, and Carl smacked his lips with emotion. But before he could eat the sandwiches in his two bites, Harry ran over in a hurry, his expression of impatience made him laugh.

"Don't be nervous, Harry! This time, Professor Dumbledore, they just told us the specific time of the competition and mentioned some precautions by the way. The first project will actually start until November!" Carl said indifferently to him. Waved his hand to signal him to relax.

　　 After listening to his comfort, Harry's nervous expression relaxed a little. But when he thought of what happened last night, he couldn't help but feel a heaviness in his heart. He opened his mouth and stopped talking, not knowing whether he should tell it or not.

　　 Voldemort is back, and he killed another person. This bad news appeared at the tense moment of the Triwizard Tournament, which is really terrifying.

　　 "I think you seem to be in a bad mood...what's wrong, has something bad happened? It has something to do with Voldemort, right?" Seeing Harry's face full of sadness, Karl frowned slightly, putting down the sandwich in his hand and asked softly.

　　 Although he hasn't spoken yet, Carl has faintly guessed when he thought of the little trick he had left in Gunter's old house last night.

　　 That piece of Voldemort's soul probably had trouble with Harry again last night.

　　 Harry nodded, with a surprised expression on his face. He didn't say this, how did Carl know?

　　 If Karl hears his voice, he will definitely spit out——you don’t know too much. During the summer vacation, Father Voldemort’s grave had been planed by me...

　　 "Let's talk about it, maybe I have a solution?" Karl chuckled lightly, and took another bite of the sandwich.

　　 "Last night, when I returned to the bedroom, the scar started to hurt somehow. Then..."

　　 There was a rare sad look on Harry's face. He looked at the little wizard who was still discussing excitedly next to him, and approached a little closer. Speaking very quickly, he repeated everything he saw last night.

　　 "I think what I saw must be false! That must have been deliberately made by Voldemort to fool me! Peter Pettigrew has been killed by the Dementor, so how could he still appear next to him..."

　　 Harry smiled self-deprecatingly, and then looked at Carl expectantly. Maybe Carl can provide a reasonable explanation for this phenomenon?

　　 "This...I think what you saw may indeed be true!" Carl said with an embarrassed expression after quietly listening to Harry's description.

　　 Through all kinds of signs, Voldemort had really joined Peter yesterday and was ready to do things again.

　　 "This time my name appeared in the Goblet of Fire, maybe it was his ghost. It seems that my luck is really bad..."

　　Although he had expected this result, Harry still felt a headache.

　　 "How did Peter Pettigrew escape from Azkaban? We have already told them that he is an Animagus to make them wary, but...but!"

　　 Harry thought of the ugly face that gradually emerged from the shadows last night, and a nameless fire appeared in his heart.

That bastard, not only did not die under the kiss of the Dementor, but finally escaped. What makes him feel sick is ~www.readwn.com~ Not only did the Ministry of Magic not announce the truth about Peter’s escape, but also issued a wanted The matter was suppressed.

"This is normal!" Hearing Harry mentioned the Ministry of Magic, a trace of contempt flashed in Karl's eyes. "Once this happens, it will cause panic. The roaring letter can fill the entire Ministry in one day. , And how can our Mr. Minister just indulge in this matter and continue to develop like this? Don't be funny..."

　　 "……"

　　 After listening to Karl's analysis, Harry couldn't say a word anymore as if his throat was blocked by something. Suddenly, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

　　 "This situation has been common since the minister came to power. Remember Crouch?

　　In the Quidditch match, the guy saw Sirius and insisted that he was behind the scenes. Almost everyone was shaking the pot like crazy..."

　　 Carl continued, his tone sounded as if he were narrating a normal thing.

　　 "I see." Harry was silent for a while, before spitting out a word with difficulty.

"This world is like a big invisible hand, which is constantly changing. If you can't change it, then maintaining your shape without being changed by it is also something to be proud of." Carl closed his eyes and turned his mouth. A slight upward arc was outlined.

　　In his hand, the walnut wand is being turned quickly by him, but it is a pity that it is no longer in its own shape. The story behind this is not enough for outsiders...