DNF Meets Harry Potter

"How could this happen, we don't know..." Dumbledore said to everyone: "But in my opinion, we have no choice but to accept the facts. Both Carl and Harry were selected to compete. , Then they have to..."

"Dumbledore...but..." Maxim said again, she was very angry now.

"Dear Mrs. Maxim, if you have any good suggestions, please put them forward, and I will listen to them with all ears."

Dumbledore said, staring at her with calm eyes. Maxim did not speak but stared at him resentfully. Similarly, Karkaroff clenched his fists and his face was blue.

The two of them glared at Dumbledore, unable to change the result but couldn't swallow the breath, and finally called their students up and out of the auditorium angrily.

After the two left, Dumbledore returned to his seat on the professor's seat with a tired look. Although he had seen that part of the future, whether it was real or imaginary, through Carl's sake, he still felt a while. Tired.

He has too many things to calculate.

"It's getting late, today's banquet is over! Please lead the prefects to lead the students from their college back to the dormitory!"

Dumbledore hurriedly left after announcing the end of the banquet. The professors were either solemn or worried, but in the end they all disappeared from everyone’s sight one by one, while the remaining little wizards followed the class. Long steps reluctantly returned to their respective bedrooms.

Along the way, the voices of the little wizards came and went. Everyone is discussing why there will be a fourth warrior in the Triwizard Tournament, and judging from their unhappy expressions, it is obvious that their hearts are somewhat unbalanced.

When Carl got up and was about to return to the dorm, Harry hurriedly followed.

"Carl, you know, I've been with you these two days! I never had a chance to cast my name into the Goblet of Fire!"

The words of longing for trust echoed in Carl’s ears. Harry didn’t know how many similar things Harry had said to others, but except for Hermione, all he had gained was full of doubts, even Ron. is also like this.

"Of course I know what you said is true!" Carl patted his shoulder and said comfortingly. After thinking for two seconds, he added: "Didn't Professor Moody also say it just now? Want to fool the flame. Cups are not that easy. It requires a very subtle obfuscation spell. Even I am not sure that I can do it!"

After hearing Carl's words so solemnly, a smile was slowly drawn out of Harry's mouth, and it felt so good to be trusted.

"Thank you!" Harry let out a sigh of relief. He doesn't care about the opinions of others, but if his best friend is like this, no one can accept it.

He clenched his fist and made a secret decision, and Ron wouldn't even think about going to his bed for a month!

"It's getting late. Tomorrow is the day when the Triwizard Tournament officially kicks off, but you have to rest early..."

After comforting the confused Harry, Carl yawned and turned around and stepped onto the steps unhurriedly. Harry was standing there, listening to the sound of his footsteps as he walked away on the stone steps, and then turned and stepped onto the corridor leading to the bedroom.

In the whole Hogwarts, except for Hermione and Carl who might believe him, everyone thought he cheated and participated in the game, but how could they think that?

It should be known that the competitors he faced were three years longer than him. During these times, it was not just some magic knowledge.

And he has to complete those very dangerous tasks in front of everyone. Yes, he had thought about it and was fascinated by it, but it was actually just a joke, a pipe dream, he really never really wanted to participate.

But someone thought, that person wanted him to compete, and used powerful magic to get him directly selected by the Goblet of Fire. But why is this?

See him making a fool of himself? Then they are likely to get what they want.

Still want to kill him? Isn’t that the purpose of age restriction in the Triwizard Tournament? Moody thinks so too...

Yes, some people want him to die.

After talking to Karl just now, the group had already left, and Harry walked in the deserted corridor with a self-deprecating smile on his mouth.

"Voldemort, is that you? But really well-intentioned..."

Only the madman wanted him to die that way, but how did he get his name into the Goblet of Fire? Harry stroked his chin, thinking wildly. He should be hiding in a remote country now, alone with endless fragility and helplessness, and he has no time to take care of himself...

"Hey! Potter, stop! Take two more steps and you'll almost hit!"

Harry was taken aback by the sudden sound, he raised his head suddenly, and the portrait of the fat lady came into view. He had already arrived before he knew it.

"Okay, okay." The fat lady looked extremely excited, "I heard you were chosen to be a warrior?"

"Nonsense!" Harry said dullly.

"Of course it's not nonsense!" A pale witch suddenly emerged from the portrait of the fat lady and said angrily.

"Oh, don't be angry, this is a secret sign." The fat lady hurriedly comforted her, then opened the door and let Harry into the common room.

As soon as the door opened, a noisy scream caused an unknown fire in his heart. But before he had a seizure, he was grabbed by dozens of outstretched hands in the room, and all the excited Gryffindors screamed and applauded and whistled.

"You should have told us that you signed up." Fred shouted, patted Harry **** the shoulder.

"That's amazing, why didn't you do it without growing a white beard? Is there any secret, just tell me!" George laughed and yelled~www.readwn.com~ Carl is really damn! His method didn't work at all! It also caused us to be filled with several terrible bottles of dying potion by Madam Pomfrey in the school hospital! "

As George spoke, he turned around like a ghost and entangled Harry, he was really curious.

"Come on! Put on our Gryffindor heroes!" Lee Jordan ran down from the stairs, holding the golden and red flag representing Gryffindor in his hand.

"I didn't!" Harry said over and over again at a loss, "I really don't know what's going on!"

But judging from the way everyone looked at him, it was obvious that he said nothing.

"Enough! You all get out of me! I said...I! No! Know! Way!"

Harry finally couldn't help it under the turmoil of a large number of people. He drew his wand with difficulty, pointed to his throat and gave himself a loud voice.

The high-decibel roar immediately shook everyone...