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 chosen. To participate, then they have to..."

　　 "Dumbledore...but..." Maxim stopped talking, and 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 that he stared at her with calm eyes. Maxim didn't speak but stared at him angrily. Similarly, Karkaroff clenched his fists and his face was pale.

　　 They both glared at Dumbledore, unable to change the result, but couldn't swallow the breath, and finally they could only call 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 illusory, through Carl's sake, he still felt a while. Tired.

　　 There are so many things he has to calculate.

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

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 little wizards talked one after another. Everyone is discussing why there will be a fourth warrior in the Triwizard Tournament, and judging from their unhappy expressions, it is clear that their hearts are somewhat unbalanced.

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

　　 "Carl, you know, I have been with you these two days! I have no chance to put my name in 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 listening to Karl's words so solemnly, a smile was slowly drawn on the corner of Harry's mouth, and it felt so good to be trusted.

　　 "Thank you!" Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't care about the opinions of others, but if his best friends were like this, no one would accept it.

　　 He clenched his fist and made a secret decision, and Ron wouldn't even think about going to his bed for the next 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, Karl 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 he turned and stepped onto the corridor leading to the bedroom.

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

　　 It is necessary to know that the competitors he faces are three years longer than him. In these times, more than 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 yourself? 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 Carl just now, the group had already left, and Harry walked in the deserted corridor with a self-deprecating smile on his mouth.

　　 "Voldemort, is it you? But it's 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 will almost hit!"

The sudden sound of 　　 made Harry startled, he raised his head suddenly, and the portrait of the fat lady came into view. It turned out that he had 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 signal." The fat lady hurriedly comforted her, then opened the door and let Harry into the common room. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

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

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

　　 "It's amazing, why didn't you do it without growing a white beard? Is there any secret? Tell me!" George shouted with a smile.

　　 "That fellow Carl is so disgusting! His method didn't work at all! It also caused us to be filled with several nasty bottles of deadly potion by Madam Pomfrey in the school hospital!"

　　 George said, turning 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! Dao!"

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

　　 The high-decibel roar instantly shook everyone...