DNF Meets Harry Potter

While Harry and the others were still arguing about Fleur, Carl dangled slowly.

"She is not Fanya, she is a mixed-blood Veeva, Fanya is the highest natural elf, and her appearance can really be described as peerless..."

"Veeva?" Harry was startled, apparently the first time he heard this term.

"That is a terrifying and magical creature. When they became humans, they were beautiful young women, dancing under the moon in a midsummer night in tulle.

Men who are obsessed with them will forget everything in the world, eat, drink, and sleep. If there is that unfortunate person who joins them while the Veeva dances, they can only dance non-stop until they finally die exhausted..."

Hermione's eyes lit up, and then she said in one breath the Veeva record she had seen in the book.

"This..." Harry opened his mouth in surprise. He had never thought that the girl who had just come over was so amazing. At the same time, he also understood why Ron was so idiot just now, once he participated in the ball of Veeva, he would never wake up...

"By the way, Carl, are you Fanya?" Hermione asked with a smile. She knew that Carl was a mixed race of elves, so she was really curious about this question.

"Fanya? I am not a fanya..." Carl smiled mysteriously, "If you really want an answer, then I probably belong to the "Vera" category, um~, the glory of the wizard It's on me..."

"Vera?!" This time it was Hermione's turn to be dumbfounded. She probably understood what the word Vera meant.

"What the **** are you talking about? What Vera, Fanya, why can't I understand at all?" Harry twitched his mouth, his expression dumbfounded as he listened to the dumb conversation between the two.

"I'll tell you later!" Hermione interrupted Harry impatiently, and then looked at Carl with a complicated expression:

"If you really have a relationship with the ‘Vera’s, will you..."

"Probably maybe, but I'm not sure at this time~..." Carl said softly with his eyes drooping.

He now has the Philosopher’s Stone that masters the power of time, and his abilities in dimensional magic are gradually improving. Coupled with Naiyali’s shining radiant trio-octahedron, he will break through the dimensional wall or go home or arrive. The next unknown world is only a matter of time.

"I see!" Hermione nodded slightly, then changed the subject, "You will participate in the Triwizard Tournament later, right?"

"If I can successfully break through the age limit..." Carl replied with a smile, "By the way, what did the bussbarton girl tell you just now?"

"It's nothing..." Ron scratched his head and rushed to answer. His eyes are still full of longing until now, "She came over and asked for a plate of fish soup, and got to know Harry for a while and went back..."

"That's it!" Carl thoughtfully glanced at Furong who was having a good conversation with student Deus Strong in the distance, and he had the answer in his heart.

It's amazing to find out about the situation when I just arrived!

After everyone had eaten and drank enough, Dumbledore once again took out the Goblet of Fire and told everyone the rules, and the dinner was over.

"It's just an age line!" Fred's eyes were gleaming, and they walked through the hall to the entrance hall. "Well, then it will be fooled by the ageing agent, will it? Once your name is in that cup, you will laugh-it doesn't know if you are 17 years old."

"But I still don't think anyone under the age of 17 will have any chance." Harry said, "We haven't learned enough..."

"Don't worry! We've discussed it with Karl a long time ago! It's not Dumbledore who personally guards the Goblet of Fire. The power of the potion is infinite!" George immediately connected the conversation, "If there is a way to get in, you will Action?"

Harry opened his mouth and wanted to say that wizards under the age of seventeen were not allowed to sign up, but after a while he was full of the wonderful scene of his own victory in the Triwizard Tournament.

He couldn't imagine how annoyed Dumbledore would be, if he found out that anyone under the age of seventeen had figured out a way to cross the age line...

"Where is Krum? Where is he?!" Ron interrupted the conversation between his brother and Harry anxiously.

In fact, he didn't even hear a word of their words clearly. He just looked for his idol in the crowd for himself, wanting to see how he was. "Dumbledore just didn't say that Deus Strong’s people sleep. Where is it? Doesn’t that mean~...hehe~..."

Ron couldn't help laughing like a barbell. He covered his face, showing only two eyes, looking for Krum in the auditorium.

But soon, he began to despair. They are now at the same level as the Slytherin table, and Karkaroff is still urging his students over there.

"I think we should go back to the boat now..." Karkaroff patted Krum on the shoulder happily, "Whit, how are you? Are you full? Would you like me to ask someone to go to the kitchen to get some extra Wine with sugar and spices?"

Harry followed Ron's gaze and saw Karen shook his head and waved his hand while wearing a leather jacket to indicate that he didn't need it.

"Professor, I want some wine."

He looked at the other student boy of Deus Strong and said hopefully to Karkaroff.

It was a normal scene, but in the next scene he almost stared out his eyes.

"I'm not talking to you!" Kakrov showed Harry on the scene of a Sichuan Opera face-changing show~www.readwn.com~ He turned his head and the kind paternal love disappeared immediately. Instead, it was full of disgust,

"I found out that you covered the food all over your clothes again. What a disgusting child. You have thrown all the shame to Hogwarts..."

Karkaroff gave the student a vicious look, and the bitter breath that emanated from his body made him tremble.

"Sorry...Professor..." The student stammered in reply, then forgot to use the magic, hurriedly took a few tissues from the table and wiped it.

"Hmph! You know it!" Karkaroff snorted coldly, and didn't bother to care about him and walk away with the remaining people.

When they reached the gate, Harry and the others happened to be there. Harry remembered Karkaroff's bad attitude just now, and hurriedly stepped aside to let him go first. He didn't want to provoke this double standard monster.

"Thank you..." Karkaroff glanced at him carelessly, and was about to pass. However, he noticed something was wrong just after walking a few steps, and then hurried back.