DNF Meets Harry Potter

Karkaroff was stunned. He looked back at Harry, unable to believe his eyes.

Behind him, Deus Strong’s students also stopped. Karkaroff's eyes slowly surveyed Harry's face from bottom to top, and finally stopped on the scar.

The students of Deus Strong also stared at Harry curiously. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw a suddenly realized expression on some of them.

The boy with food on the front of his robe gently touched the girl next to him, with a sudden look on his face, his fingers trembling openly pointing to Harry's forehead, shocked and speechless.

"You are not mistaken, he is Harry Potter! What, Karkaroff, do you have any thoughts about him?!"

There was a roar from behind, followed by the sound of a wooden pestle on the floor.

Karkaroff turned around, Moody was standing in front of him, leaning on his student, and his azure blue eye was staring at him without blinking. principal.

When Carl heard the movement, he quickly walked over to see what happened. Anyway, he didn't think it was too much of a big deal.

"You!" He glared at Moody, clutching his chest and stepped back several steps, as if he didn't believe his eyes.

"Huh? Interesting... I don't know if Death Eaters scaring Death Eaters will scare Death Eaters..."

It was very interesting for Carl to watch the two Death Eaters tear each other with great interest. He keenly observed that Karkaroff's face changed color, showing a terrifying look mixed with anger and fear.

"Me? What's wrong with me, you just tell me!" Moody said with a sneer, "Professor Karkaroff, but if you have nothing to say to Harry, you should give up. You blocked the door..."

When Moody said this sentence, he deliberately increased the tone of the word ‘professor’, and the scarred face showed a look of disdain.

And he was right. Half of the students in the hall were waiting behind him, craned their necks to see what caused the blockage.

Kakrov didn't say a word, and led his students away vastly without expression.

Moody watched him go out of sight, and the magic eye stared at his back again, with an expression of extreme disgust on his fragmented face, and it was not a pretense, he really looked at Karkaroff upset.

When Harry returned to the lounge, he directly intercepted Hermione who was about to go back to the bedroom, and mysteriously pulled the somewhat puzzled little witch aside, hesitated and said in a low voice:

"Hermione, can you come out? I have something to ask you..."

"Is it about Carl?" Hermione knew what he wanted to ask, so she spoke softly.

Harry nodded, then walked out.

"What is the Vera you just mentioned at the dinner party?"

Harry found a corner and asked anxiously. He wanted to ask this question just now, but he never found a chance.

"'Vera' means a powerful person in Elvish language... refers to the great being who entered the world at the beginning of time and assumed the responsibility of guarding and governing the endless earth...

In the remote ancient times, they were gods shared by elves and human beings. When their power reached a certain level, they would leave this world. At least what I found from the magic book is like this..."

Hermione recalled the materials she had checked in the library before, and said with a mixed feeling.

"So maybe Carl will leave our world in the future?" After hearing this explanation, Harry almost couldn't stand up.

"I don't know about this..." Hermione shook her head, her knowledge of this aspect still very shallow.

"By the way, you just mentioned time... from the beginning of time? Do the'Veras' have the power to control time?"

As if caught some key point, the memory fragments in Harry's mind kept flickering. He remembered the way Karl taught him to learn magic to restore his state last year, and the scene where Shaban returned automatically when he escaped...

"I said, I don't know!" Hermione replied annoyedly, then turned and walked towards her bedroom without looking back.

"Hermione!" Harry hurried up, but when he caught up, Hermione had already entered the bedroom door.

As a result, he had to go back to his dormitory a little depressed and then climbed onto Ron's bed. He thought that they could talk about today's affairs in the evening.

...

The next day is Saturday. Normally, most students eat breakfast later. However, not only Harry, but even Ron, who usually sleeps until noon on weekends, got up early.

After they entered the entrance hall, they found that there were a dozen people walking around in the hall. Of course, there was no Karl among these people, because no matter what major events happened, it was impossible for him to give up the time to wake up naturally during the weekend.

Unless, someone who doesn't know good or bad is playing Quidditch outside his window!

Some of these people ate toast and some drank milk, but it is worth noting that all of them were carefully observing the burning goblet.

It is on the stool in the middle of the hall where the sorting hat is usually placed. There is a thin gold line on the surrounding floor, forming a circle centered on it and a radius of 10 feet.

"Where's Krum? Did you see him? Did he put his name in?"

Ron eagerly grabbed a Gryffindor student who had arrived earlier, and asked anxiously.

"Of course, in fact, all the people in Deus Strong have been released, none of them left..." the innocent-looking little wizard replied, and then sighed lightly. So far I have not seen anyone with Hogwarts put their names in..."

"What's the matter... I bet some of them threw their names in after we left last night."

Harry stepped forward and patted the newly enrolled elementary school brother on the shoulder and said with ease: "If it were me, I would do that. I don't want everyone to see it.

What if the cup spit out your name right away? "

"Hey! Harry, you also said that you don't want to participate, is it exposed now?"

Someone laughed behind him.

Harry turned around and saw Fred and George rushing down the stairs. They were very excited with a crystal bottle in each hand.

"Would you like some age-enhancing agent? We just boiled it this morning and it's still warm. As long as you drink it later, you can succeed in one fell swoop!"

Fred moved his big face toward him, and then he smiled and started shaking the ageing agent in his hand.