DNF Meets Harry Potter

When the last piece of pudding disappeared from the golden plate on the long table, Hogwarts passed another ordinary morning.

"Let’s go, Harry! I guess we’re not here now, so don’t let them wait any longer. I don’t want to wait for a while to be connoted by Karkaroff and Maxim...their two days’ mood is estimated Not so good!"

Carl got up from the stool, looked at the auditorium where people were almost gone, and quickly found Harry. He waved his hand and motioned for Harry to follow quickly.

When they opened the door together, Karkaroff's black old faces were oncoming. On the other hand, Maxim and Fleur were on the other side, preparing to see how he coped.

"I thought there were two warriors at Hogwarts, and they must all have their own advantages."

Kakarov, who was wearing a black Snape and bat like a bat, glanced at both of them sideways, and began to be yin and yang again:

"But now it seems that they don't even have the most basic concept of time..."

"If I remember correctly, Professor Dumbledore said that within fifteen minutes after the end of breakfast..."

Carl still had a full smile on his face. He pointed to the wall clock on the wall and smiled and said, "If Professor Karkaroff is not blind, you can take a closer look. We are still three minutes ahead..."

"So contradicting the professor, does Dumbledore usually teach the students like this?" Karkaroff's face suddenly darkened.

"If you are not convinced, you can go to Professor Dumbledore to have a good exchange! Why is he not in your arrogance now?" Kaka retorted unceremoniously: "I just don't know how many tricks you can survive in his hands... Three tricks? No, it seems a bit too much..."

Just as Karkaroff opened his mouth to refute, a sound of leather boots stepping on the marble floor came in from outside the door. Karkaroff snorted coldly, looked at Karl coldly, and stopped speaking.

After a while, Bagman and Crouch opened the door and walked in. They both pinched the point for fifteen minutes.

"Now that everyone is here, let's officially start!" Bagman glanced at several people, nodded and looked at Crouch after confirming that no one was late and said:

"Barty, is it time to give instructions to the Warriors?"

"Okay, instructions... yes, let me see... the first task..."

The light in the room was not very good, and Crouch leaned close to the fire, showing a skinny figure like a skeleton, with dark circles under his eyes, and his dry skin as ugly as yellowed parchment. As soon as he opened his mouth, the hoarse voice was as harsh as iron slashing through glass...

Unprepared, Karl was taken aback by his appearance. He remembered that he was as strong as a bull when he intercepted them and buckled them in the Quidditch World Cup.

How come you have become such a ghost if you haven't seen it for more than two months?

"Oh, yes! It is estimated that his wife's body is already lying in a room in Azkaban now?"

Carl thought a little, and soon understood why Crouch would become like this in just two months, and he was directly dragged down by his son.

"The first task is to test your guts..." Under the dim light, Crouch spoke like a ghost story. "Of course we won't tell you what the task is. Facing the unknown, courage is right. It is very important to a wizard, very important.

The first task will be carried out on November 24. It will be fair and open in front of all referees and students."

"In the process of completing the task of the competition, the contestants cannot ask the teacher for help, nor can they accept any form of assistance from the teacher. The contestants will perform the first task with the help of the magic wand.

They were not informed about the second task until they completed the first task. In view of the time-consuming and divine nature of the game, the contestants can waive the exam at the end of the term..."

After Crouch finished speaking, Bagman was excited to make a mistake by rubbing his hands and began to add, and he talked for ten minutes, not at all as short and sharp as Crouch.

"I think it should be that much, right? Do you have anything to add. If you don't have this instruction, you can end it...Batti?" Bagman glanced at Crouch intently after speaking.

"Come here, then!" Crouch stroked his forehead, looking exhausted.

"Barty, the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin, you have been in this state recently, can't you...

If the Department of International Communication is too busy, I can help you with the Minister..."

After the Quidditch match, he and Batty were in charge of the Triwizard Tournament. Bagman knew all about the physical changes of his colleague.

"No... It's just that it's been more difficult for a while, and it will pass soon...

I asked someone to take charge of most of the work in the ministry. The young man was very enthusiastic, although a little too enthusiastic. I want to go back to the ministry..." Crouch sighed and explained.

"Barty, stay, how about staying with me?" Bagman had a cheerful expression on his face. "It's better to stay at Hogwarts than to stay in the office. I haven't thought about it for more than a decade. I was able to get such an opportunity..."

"I don't think so!" Crouch put on his top hat and hurried out after taking a last sentence.

Bagman shrugged helplessly when he saw Crouch leaving in a hurry. He didn't understand that his old friend, who was always so bright in his mind, had become so nervous at this time.

"Well, warriors! Then please prepare well! You have three weeks left, enough for you to think carefully about what true courage is!"

But now that all the precautions are finished, Bagman feels that he does not need to stay here. After a brief concluding remark, he also walked out the door~www.readwn.com~ Finally, he had a relatively easy job at Hogwarts. Of course he had to enjoy it.

After the two officials of the Ministry of Magic left one after another, Karkaroff took Krum and quickly left the room.

But this guy was still swearing while walking. Obviously he hadn't let go of what happened last night, and he was still using German, which made Karl directly confused. Is Karkaroff so wild?

"Where did Dumbledore go... in the morning he showed up and disappeared again. Karkaroff is almost riding on your head and won't come out to teach him a lesson...

Carl murmured softly. He felt that Deus Strong's former principal must be blind, or how could he pass the position to him.

What kind of ability to force behind, wouldn't it be better to run to Dumbledore and spray him in person?

By the way, he also sprayed his share, and he clearly said that as long as he agreed to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, he would find a way to increase the prize money. As a result, the game was about to begin, and he had not even heard the gossip about this.

Really irritating!