DNF Meets Harry Potter

Of course Dumbledore knew what he meant. They had already discussed it during the vacation last semester, and immediately nodded slightly to him.

The desserts after the meal were also eaten, and the last bits of debris disappeared from the plate. The little wizards wiped the food residue from the corners of their mouths and began to chat contentedly.

At this time, Dumbledore stood up again, and the buzzing conversation in the hall stopped immediately, and only the low roar of the wind and the knock of heavy rain could be heard.

"Please pay attention, everyone." Dumbledore smiled at them. "Now that we are all full and full, I want to inform a few things, please listen carefully..."

"Mr. Filch wants me to tell you that there have been some additions to the school's prohibition list this year. I can't remember exactly what is forbidden, because it really tests my memory.

I think interested students can check it out in Mr. Filch's office. "

When he said this, Dumbledore’s mouth twitched. When Filch showed him the list at the time, he was shocked by his 100-year-old experience, because of that. There are too many, probably more than 400, densely stacked on five or six sheets of parchment.

Of course, most of those prohibited items were invented by the Weasley twins. Dumbledore wondered if he should find an opportunity to call the two of them to the principal's office to have a heart-to-heart talk. It would not be a problem to toss Filch like this...

After Dumbledore announced the news, the little wizards staring calmly below threw a bombshell again:

"Besides, I also regret to tell you that this year's school Quidditch will no longer be held."

"Why?" Harry took a breath, and he looked around at his fellow Quidditch school team, they looked at the boss who was silently open and staring at Dumbledore, obviously because he was too shocked to tell. Words come.

The reactions of the little wizards in other colleges were roughly the same as they were. They talked anxiously, and stared at Dumbledore on the professor seat, hoping that he was just joking with them.

"Please be quiet!" Dumbledore had obviously anticipated the fierce reaction of the little wizards. He calmly spread his hands on the long table to signal everyone to be quiet.

"Because this year, Hogwarts has been selected to host a hugely prestigious tournament! It will start in October and will continue throughout the school year.

So this school year this castle is not only your home, but also the home of some special guests! I think Professor McGonagall has mentioned to you a little bit before, they are very important guests..."

At that moment, the deafening thunder rang, the door of the hall slammed open, and Dumbledore's words stopped.

There was a man standing in the corridor, leaning on a long cane, and covered with a black travel cloak. The little wizards in the hall turned their heads curiously when they heard the movement and looked at the foreigner.

Under everyone's gaze, he slowly eased his hood. A long gray mane and dark gray hair fell down, and suddenly a thunderbolt struck his face across the roof.

When the little wizards saw the person's specific face clearly, they all took a breath of horror. What a horrible face it is, with dense scars covering it, it makes people horrifying at the sight of the light of lightning.

It seems to be carved from dead wood. The carver seems to have no experience in how to use a chisel. Every inch of the skin on his face is scarred, his mouth is like a deep cut diagonally, and a large part of the bridge of the nose is missing, but The most frightening thing is his eyes.

One eye is like a marble, small and black, and the other eye is like a coin, big and round, and still blue.

This blue eye kept turning, without blinking, turning up and down, looking left and right. The next moment, a more terrifying scene appeared. The blue eye turned around and turned to the back, facing the back of his head. The whole eye was left with only the white of the eye, and it was matched with his other small and small eye. Black eyes, alive alien monster...

The little wizards who had just enrolled in the first grade were frightened and trembling all at once by this weird person. Some of them were timid and even cried out. The seniors on the side took a deep breath and their legs and feet couldn't stop shaking.

The weird man’s legs and feet didn’t seem to be very good. He limped along the aisle in the middle of the academy’s desk towards the professor’s seat on the long crutches. When he passed by the little wizards, their The body shivered for a while, as if being caught by a ghost.

The original lively auditorium became silent because of his arrival. The little wizards were swallowing each other's saliva with difficulty, only to hear the sound of raindrops crackling on the window outside the window.

Harry panted heavily, and when the weird man’s eyes swept over him, he dropped his gaze heartily, not daring to look at him—he felt the great danger from the man, and he even wondered if he could be there. He has survived three moves.

The magic eye swept over, Carl pursed his lips and gently rubbed his chin with his fingers. He glanced with interest at Moody's getting closer and closer to him~www.readwn.com~ Just one hair can be The human temperament has been replicated, and the compound decoction is indeed an amazing potion..."

Carl sighed in his heart and admired the courage of Barty Crouch Jr. at the same time. Not only intercepted the real Moody, but also dared to play with flowers under the eyelids of the old fox, Dumbledore. Do you know that old glass likes to pry into the privacy of others the most?

"You...very good!" Alastor Moody stopped in front of Carl suddenly, and the blue magic eye stared at him steadily turning, "What is your name, if you join the Ministry of Magic in the future, Will definitely become an outstanding Auror..."

"Ah, Carl, Carl Harris..." Carl was stunned and a little surprised, but he replied politely, "Being an Auror? Maybe, although I don't have any plans yet..."

Moody pulled out a grinning smile at the corner of his mouth, nodded at him, and walked toward Dumbledore with his cane again.

"I have found you, you and Harry Potter will be the perfect sacrifice when the master is resurrected..."

Moody went to the professor seat. Dumbledore's face was full of joy, and the old principal gave him an excited hug and then kindly invited him to sit on the professor's chair.

But Moody was not polite, thanked Dumbledore and sat down carelessly.

He pulled away the dark gray mane of his face, pulled a plate of sausages, picked up the plate and sniffed carefully with his remaining nose, then took a knife from the bag, forkped one end of the sausage, and started to eat .

His normal eye was staring at the sausage, but his blue eye was still rolling in his eye socket, looking around the entire hall and the students...

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