DNF Meets Harry Potter

Next, Moody demonstrated the Imperius and Cruciatus Curse to them.

Under the terrified eyes of the little wizards, the lesson was finally over.

...

This year's studies are more arduous than last year, but this is not a problem for Carl, but it is easier. Because he already got the Philosopher's Stone, he doesn't need to take so many elective courses this year, he only kept two and the rest are all refunded...

In the next few weeks, Karl enjoyed the hard-won leisure time very rarely.

However, the peaceful life was finally broken today.

Today is the day when the students from the other two magic schools in Europe, Beauxbaton and Durhamstrang, arrive.

In order to welcome the guests, almost all the teachers and students of Hogwarts took action.

On the wall, those dusty portraits were taken down one after another under Professor Flitwick's exquisite floating spell, and when they landed safely, what awaited them were cleaning spells prepared by the little wizards.

"Come on a few people! Look at these statues!" Professor McGonagall directed the little wizards to jump up and down to clean the castle, looking like they wanted to rebuild Hogwarts again.

And the auditorium as the reception place is the most important thing. It is rare for Dumbledore to personally take action, and the vast magic power set off a tornado three layers in and three layers out.

Brand-new banners that have just been ordered are fluttering in the wind under the dome of the starry sky, majestic.

Under this special situation, all the professors at Hogwarts were also extremely nervous. They all put on their best clothes, and at the same time strictly regulated the dress of the students, trying to show the best side of Hogwarts. Show it to foreign guests.

Snape even washed his hair twice in one day for an unprecedented time, and the gorgeous dark gold robe with gold trim that Karl gave him before was full of coquettishness.

It seemed that on this special day, no one wanted to lose face in front of outsiders, not even Snape...

And just an hour before the arrival of the guests, Dumbledore mysteriously approached Carl.

"If we follow the tradition, there is actually no age limit for the Triwizard Tournament...

The little wizard who represented Hogwarts in the last Triwizard Tournament more than a hundred years ago was only fifteen years old, and he is very good..."

Dumbledore crossed his fingers on the table and smiled mysteriously.

"So..." Carl tilted his head, Dumbledore had already talked about this, of course he understood what he meant.

However, he still spread his hands and said helplessly, "It's useless for you to tell me these things, Professor, I don't have any good way to break the magic you left..."

But in fact, he has it... He can use the magic stone that controls time to force his age forward for a period of time... He can also support the magic power that needs to be consumed...

"No...I know...you have a way..." Dumbledore shook his head, and tapped on the table lightly, "Since the competition started seven hundred years ago, what has been passed down is not just for communication..."

"I know all of this, cheating has always been a tradition in the Triwizard Tournament..." Carl poked his fingers and smiled shyly, "But I really don't really want to participate, break through your restrictions, and fight fire dragons or something It's really tiring..."

"Huh?" This time it was Dumbledore's turn to be surprised. The project of the Triwizard Tournament had not been finalized yet, so how did Carl know?

"This is just my guess... Since it is a warrior, how can it be possible that there is no dragon to set it off?" Karl shrugged and muttered.

"This is a novel idea, and it might come true..." Dumbledore stroked his beard and smiled.

It must come true!

"Too many warriors died in the Triwizard Tournament in the past. Although the Ministry of Magic is involved this time, I am still very worried..." Dumbledore paused, and said with some concern: "Plus Voldemort's resurrection is coming soon, we I hope you can understand..."

"Ah, this..." Carl frowned slightly. His original idea was to wait until the last match, and he would directly knock Cedric down with a sap, and then use Polyjuice Potion to transform into him to kill Voldemort. Keep.

Simple and hassle-free!

But Dumbledore seems to want him to compete...

"It would be great if the bonus could be increased a bit. The Ministry of Magic is still stingy as always..." Carl said with a sigh. In fact, he felt that the Ministry of Magic gave too little, which made him completely uninterested.

"..." Finally knowing the final reason, the corner of Dumbledore's mouth twitched fiercely, "Do you despise this, how little is a thousand gold Galleons?" The bonus of the highest prize in the magic world is just that...

"I will discuss this matter with the other two principals and Crouch..."

Dumbledore pushed his glasses and said helplessly.

"Professor, you know me best..." Carl showed a harmless smile on his face, "You know, I feel like I'm going to be exhausted just to break through your magic limit... The disproportion between effort and gain really makes me worry. not interested..."

With a headache, Dumbledore pressed his temple and waved his hand to express that he didn't want to talk to him. He had been a professor for so many years, and this was the first time he met someone with such a big appetite. The weekly pocket money of ordinary little wizards could be as much as one Galleon. Jumped up excitedly.

This guy is good, even a bonus of one thousand galleons can't satisfy him.

Karl hesitated to speak, and then wanted to speak. At this moment, he really wanted to tell him about the glorious deeds of getting more than 40,000 Galleons from Sirius last year, but he was afraid that the old professor would be overwhelmed and get sick...

With the support of the big dog family, he is no longer the same as before...

"Then...Professor, if this is the case, then I will go back first..."

Carl stretched his neck forward and asked cautiously.

"You go back first, Beauxbaton and Durstrang's people are almost here, don't let Felius find people everywhere, you are Ravenclaw's face..."

Dumbledore took a deep breath, and the kind smile returned to his face, looking as if nothing had happened.

Carl stuck out his tongue like an old professor, jumped up from his chair and walked outside.

He just celebrated his fourteenth birthday last month...

Unexpectedly, he would soon become a warrior representing Hogwarts, and he had mixed feelings in his heart for a while.

"It doesn't matter that much..." Carl hummed a little tune, opened the door and walked out of the principal's office.

With a flick of his wrist, he opened the small mirror and straightened the sky blue tie on his chest, and smoothed out the wrinkles of the school uniform. On this special day today, he doesn't want to be caught and scolded by Professor McGonagall because of his attire...