DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Well, it will probably take a few minutes before the Goblet of Fire makes a 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 walk 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 be there to receive the first order."

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

In an instant, except for the candles placed in the carved pumpkins, all the light sources 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 of fire 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 burnt 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 by the flame that turned back to blue and white.

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

After the name was pronounced and there was a brief 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.

He stood up calmly from the Slytherin table, walked towards Dumbledore somewhat lazily, turned right down the staff table, and quickly disappeared into the hallway leading to the next room.

After Krum left, the applause and the talk 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 at how disappointed they are," Hermione said lightly, looking at the girls.

"It's too much to use the word disappointment..." Harry twitched the corners of his mouth. In his sight, there were already two unsuccessful girls who had cried into tears and were 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 there, don't let my sister wait 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 softly, "You succeeded in attracting my attention. Who would call me good-hearted, let you lose so badly..."

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

The burning goblet of fire 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 screams resounded across the sky.

Carl slowly stood up amidst the highly anticipated shouts 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 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 major magic schools 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. He knew that the choice of Goblet of Fire could never go wrong. There was only one reason for being selected at this age-that is, this little wizard is far better than Those graduates who have passed their 17th birthday are even more terrifying!

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

But at this moment, he is simply unheard of!

Mrs. Maxim realized this at the moment too~www.readwn.com~ also didn't 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 had also checked the magic that Dumbledore left behind, and even a senior Death Eater himself could not do anything about it, let alone a minor wizard.

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

He didn't believe that Dumbledore didn't use any means secretly in order to win. Although cheating was the tradition of the Triwizard Tournament, it was too blatant. He had never been teased 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..."