DNF Meets Harry Potter

Of course Dumbledore understood what he meant. The two of them had already discussed it during the last semester vacation, and immediately nodded slightly to him.

The dessert after the meal was also eaten, and the last crumbs disappeared from the plate. The little wizards wiped the food residue from the corners of their mouths and started chatting contentedly.

At this moment, Dumbledore stood up again, and the hum of conversation in the hall stopped immediately, and only the low howling of the wind and the pounding of the heavy rain could be heard.

"Please pay attention." Dumbledore smiled at them. "Now that we are all full, I have a few things to announce. Please listen carefully..."

"Mr. Filch asked me to tell you that some things have been added to the school's forbidden list this year, and I can't remember exactly what was forbidden, because it really tested my memory.

I think interested students can check it out in Mr. Filch's office. "

When Dumbledore said this, the corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched. When Filch showed him the list that he had made, he was a little shocked because he was a hundred years old. There are really too many, about four hundred items, densely stacked on five or six pieces of parchment.

Of course, most of those prohibited items were invented by the Weasley twins. Dumbledore wondered if he should find a chance to call the two of them to the headmaster's office for a heart-to-heart talk, so tossing Filch would not be a problem after all...

After Dumbledore announced the news, the little wizards who calmly stared at the following dropped a blockbuster again:

"In addition to this, I would like to inform you with great regret that this year's Intramural Quidditch will not be held."

"Why?" Harry gasped, looking around at his fellow Quidditch varsity mates, who were staring at Dumbledore's silently open-mouthed and eye-eyed boss, apparently too stunned to speak. Come on.

The reactions of the young wizards in other colleges were roughly the same as theirs. They discussed anxiously and stared at Dumbledore on the professor's chair, hoping that he was just joking with them.

"Please be quiet, everyone!" Dumbledore obviously expected the fierce reaction of the young wizards, and he calmly spread his hands on the long table to signal everyone to be quiet.

"Because this year, Hogwarts has been chosen to host a huge and prestigious tournament! It will start in October and will continue throughout the school year.

So this school year the castle is not only your home, but some special guests as well! I think Professor McGonagall has mentioned to you a little bit before that they are very important customers..."

Just then, there was a deafening thunder, the door of the Great Hall slammed open, and Dumbledore's words fell silent.

There was a person standing in the corridor, leaning on a long cane, and covered with a black travel cloak. The little wizards in the hall all turned their heads curiously to look at this outsider when they heard the movement.

Under the eyes of everyone, he slowly lowered his hood, a long gray mane and dark gray hair fell down, and suddenly a thunderbolt shot across the roof and hit his face.

When the little wizards saw the specific face of this person clearly, they all gasped in horror. What a terrifying face, it was covered with dense scars, and it was creepy to look at under the light of lightning.

It seemed to be carved out of rotten wood, and the sculptor seemed inexperienced in how to use a chisel. Every inch of skin on the face was scarred, the mouth was like a deep oblique cut, and the bridge of the nose was missing a large part, but The most frightening thing is his eyes.

One of the eyes was small and black like a marble, while the other eye was big and round like a coin, and it was still blue.

The blue eyes kept turning, without blinking, turning up and down, looking left and right. The next moment, a more terrifying scene appeared, the blue eye turned around and turned to the back of his head, leaving only the white of the eye, and matched with his other small and Black eyes, a lifelike alien monster...

The little wizards who had just entered the first grade were instantly terrified by this strange man, and some of them were timid and even cried outright. The senior seniors beside them took a deep breath and couldn't stop their legs and feet from trembling.

The weirdo's legs and feet didn't seem to be very good. He limped on the long crutches and walked towards the professor's seat in the aisle between the long tables of the academy. When he passed by the little wizards, their The body trembled for a while, as if being entered by a ghost.

The originally bustling auditorium instantly became silent because of his arrival. The little wizards were all swallowing their saliva with difficulty, and only the sound of raindrops dripping on the window could be heard outside the window.

Harry panted heavily, and when the strange man's eyeballs swept over him, he lowered his eyes sincerely and did not dare to look at him - he felt a great danger from that man, and he even doubted whether he could stand He has survived three tricks.

The magic eye swept over, Carl pursed his lips, rubbed his chin with his fingers, and glanced at Moody who was getting closer and closer to him with interest.

"It only takes one hair to copy all the temperament of a person. Compound Potion is indeed an amazing potion..."

Carl sighed in his heart, and at the same time admired the courage of Barty Crouch Jr. Not only intercepted the real Moody, but also dared to play tricks under the nose of Dumbledore, an old fox. Don't you know that old glass likes to spy on other people's privacy?

"You...very good!" Alastor Moody suddenly stopped in front of Karl, his blue magic eye stared at him and rolled around, "What's your name, if you join the Ministry of Magic in the future, Will make an excellent Auror..."

"Ah, Carl, Carl Harris..." Carl was stunned and a little surprised, but he still replied politely, "Becoming an Auror? Maybe, although I don't have this plan yet..."

A hideous smile formed the corner of Moody's mouth, nodded to him and walked towards Dumbledore again leaning on his crutch.

"I found you, you and Harry Potter will be the most perfect sacrifice when the master is resurrected..."

Moody walked over to the professor's chair. Dumbledore's face was full of joy, and the old headmaster hugged him excitedly, and then kindly invited him to sit on the professor's chair.

Moody was not polite, thanked Dumbledore and sat down carelessly.

He brushed the dark gray mane from the side of his face, and pulled over a plate of sausages - which Dumbledore had reserved for him. He took out a knife, forked one end of the sausage, and began to eat.

His normal eye was fixed on the sausage, but his blue eye was still rolling in its socket, looking around the hall and the students...