DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Eternal glory awaits the student who wins the Triwizard Tournament!"

Dumbledore opened his arms, and the red candlelight shone on his solemn face.

"Professor! You haven't said how to select that warrior!"

On the Gryffindor table, George and Fred waved their hands and said in unison. No doubt the two of them had this intention after Dumbledore's announcement.

Hearing this sentence, Harry's heart fluctuated for a while, but he quickly returned to normal and continued to drink his pumpkin juice silently, and glanced at the long Ravenclaw table from time to time. The honor of the Triwizard Tournament made him very excited. If Lily saw him standing on the podium, he would be very happy.

But if Carl also participates in the selection, he understands that he probably has no chance at all. Even Professor Snape can't beat him in a 1v1 duel, and he taught him to be invisible.

But soon, Dumbledore announced the conditions for the selection of warriors, which made him completely reject this plan. At the same time, I also felt a pity for Carl. If he really participated in the competition, he would definitely push him all the way...

"Although I know that you all want to bring the Triwizard Tournament trophy to Hogwarts," Dumbledore said solemnly, "but for the safety of the students, the principals of the participating schools and the Ministry of Magic agree that this Set a limit on the age of the contestants, only students who have reached the age—that is, seventeen years old or above, are allowed to sign up for the competition!"

"What?! It's not fair at all!"

"Doesn't that mean that only seventh-grade students can sign up for the selection?!"

"Based on this time, when I turn seventeen, it will take three years for the next session to be reconvened, but that is because I have already graduated!"

Hearing the news of the restriction, the little wizards below immediately exploded, and the noisy discussion became louder and louder.

Dumbledore obviously expected this scene long ago. He heard several people complaining about his words. The Weasley twins suddenly seemed extremely angry, so they raised their voices:

"This is a measure we think is necessary, because no matter how we prevent it, the event will still be very difficult and extremely dangerous. Students below the sixth and seventh grades have no chance of being able to cope with it!

I'll be there to make sure that underage students don't fool our impartial judges into becoming Hogwarts champions. "

When Dumbledore saw the rebellious faces of Fred and George, his blue eyes blinked at them a few times, and then he said mischievously: "So for those who are under seventeen years old, I ask you not to waste time for yourself Sign up, if you don't want to make a fool of yourself..."

After the rules were finalized, even the Ravenclaw eaglets, who didn't pay much attention to other things, seemed a little indignant for a while, thinking that this was unfair.

Karl looked at the magic book in his hand slowly, and made a comment from time to time. He already knew the specific rules of this year's Triwizard Tournament, so he naturally wouldn't feel unbalanced like them.

"The Beauxbatons and Durham strong teams will be arriving in October and will be with us for most of this year. I know you will give the foreign guests all your heart and soul during their stay and support Huo Gwartz's champion player.

But it's late now, I hope you can stay awake and relax when you have class tomorrow, it's very important, go and rest! "

Having said so many precautions in one breath, Dumbledore couldn't help feeling a little tired. He hastily announced the end of the banquet, asked the prefects to lead the young wizards of their respective colleges back to the dormitory, greeted Moody and left the auditorium...

"How could they do that?" George squeezed his fist and looked a little annoyed. He didn't follow the crowd towards the gate, but watched Dumbledore's receding figure, "We will be seventeen in April next year. It's only eight months away, why not give it a try?"

"He can't stop us." Fred said stubbornly, also glaring at Dumbledore, "Champions can do anything, but he won't let us do even the right things, so there's no money left Galleon bonus!"

"Yeah." Ron's mind seemed to drift far away, "A thousand gold Galleons, I have never seen so much money in my life, it was only so much last time Dad won the big prize..."

"Stop talking, let's go!" Hermione pouted, she didn't understand why the boys were so interested in this competition...

"Perhaps Karl is the one who is most angry right now. He is so strong, maybe he will be stopped under the rules this time..."

Harry complained half-jokingly. Hearing what he said, Ron suddenly felt a little more balanced in his heart.

"It might be, he has a lot of strange methods!

Didn't Professor Lupine's werewolf syndrome be completely resolved by him in four months? "

Hermione hammered her palm with her fist, and a look of worry appeared on her face. She understood that with Carl's personality, there was only a way to break through this age limit, and the possibility of intervening was extremely high.

"That's right!" Fred and George slapped their foreheads, a gleam flashed in their eyes, "Hermione, thanks for your reminder!"

After saying this, the two ran away in the direction the Ravenclaws were heading, for fear that time would run out.

"Ah, this!" Hermione was dumbfounded when she saw the two creatures who ran away. She originally wanted to persuade Carl, but now it seems that these two creatures have successfully found a shortcut?

"Why are you still standing there?! Hurry up!" Hermione became anxious when she saw Harry and Ron still stunned, "If they really rely on Carl's outlandish methods to choose Once you get on it, it's over!"

She is proficient in the history of magic, but she knows how terrible the death rate of the Triwizard Tournament is. She doesn't want Fred and George to lose their lives in vain. Since this competition was first held seven hundred years ago, almost every time On average, more than a dozen warriors will die.

"Yes! We can ask Carl for advice!" Harry licked his lips, and the excitement on his face was clearly visible. He started to follow Fred and George immediately, and Ron followed closely behind.

Seeing the reactions of the two, Hermione was stunned again, something is wrong with you two!

On the other side, Karl followed his prefect comfortably up the stairs that were in motion all the time, imagining a better life in the future.

At this moment, a panting cry reached his ears.

"Carl, wait a minute! Your Galleon is gone!"