DNF Meets Harry Potter

Under the moonlight, a group of tall and mighty wizards stepped down from the boat along the planks in neat steps, different from those women in Beauxbatons who wanted demeanor over warmth,

The men of Durstern all wore thick fur cloaks and looked warm, but the man who led the way to the castle wore another kind of fur cloak, smooth and silver like his hair...

It was a tall, thin old wizard, about the same height as Dumbledore, but his white hair was short and his slack chin was not fully concealed by a mustache that was trimmed into little curls.

Karl looked over from a distance, remembering the look of this old bastard who made him wait so long here.

"Dumbledore!" Karkaroff's cold and sharp eyes quickly melted like ice under the warm sun after seeing Dumbledore. He walked up the slope quickly and greeted the old headmaster enthusiastically:

"Long time no see! My dear old fellow, are you all right? Please forgive our boat for a little delay on the way. You don't mind, do you?"

"Oh~, Igor! Why do you think like this~..." Dumbledore smiled exaggeratedly, "Thanks to you, I'm fine!"

"Thank you for your understanding, old man!" Karkaroff embraced Dumbledore enthusiastically. After the hug was over, he turned around and stared at the majestic Hogwarts main castle.

"Ah~... dear Hogwarts Castle! The last time I came here was more than ten years ago..."

Karkaroff looked up at the castle and smiled, showing eight big yellow teeth that hadn't been brushed for a long time. Karl, who was paying close attention to the situation over there, pursed his lips, keenly noticing that his eyes were not smiling, but cold and cunning. malicious.

"How nice it is here, how nice... Krum, come here and warm yourself... you don't mind, Dumbledore?

This kid has a cold..."

As Karkaroff finished speaking, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy came out from behind him. His body curves looked perfect, and he had a very confident smile on his face.

The most important thing is, his face is so ruddy, where does he look like he has a cold?

Karkaroff's shameless show off made Karl's face stiffen, and he called him an expert!

And just when the boy came out of the team and came into everyone's sight, the little wizards of Hogwarts immediately exclaimed.

Quidditch is one of the most watched sports in the wizarding world, and the Seeker is the C position that attracts the most fans.

So many people recognized that boy as the legendary Bulgarian team seeker Victor Krum, who competed with the Irish team for the championship this year!

Ron was shocked, "I don't believe it! Harry, that's really Krum? Just pinch me!"

Harry tilted his head. It was the first time he had heard such a request in his age, so he lightly pinched two fingers and wrung Ron's arm hard.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa——!"

Professor McGonagall, who was maintaining discipline, suddenly changed her face, and she walked over quickly with her lips pursed.

"Lock the tongue and seal the throat!"

With a quick flick of her wand, Ron was left with nothing but crooked...

After stopping Ron's extremely disrespectful operation, Professor McGonagall gave him a hard look and rushed towards the next place where she was needed.

She couldn't see that Karkaroff came here to show off, and Hogwarts must not be compared to him at this time!

"Abaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa and..." A wisp of crystal liquid flowed down the corner of Ron's mouth. Although his arm was in pain and he couldn't speak, it didn't affect his excitement at all.

He wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve indiscriminately, shook Harry's arm constantly, and murmured incomprehensibly.

"For Merlin's sake, Ron, don't get excited! He's just a Quidditch player, so there's no need to make such a fuss..." Hermione was almost speechless about Ron's magical manipulation... …

Hearing this, Ron immediately glared, as if Hermione was talking about him.

If he hadn't been punished by Professor McGonagall for being speechless at this time, he would have turned into a madman in Zaun and confronted Hermione long ago.

There are many little wizards who are as excited as Ron. For example, on the other side, a few sixth-grade girls in Slytherin are frantically digging through their pockets.

"Oh my god, I can't believe that I don't even have a pen with me...\

,""Do you think Klum would sign my hat with lipstick?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Lipstick, lipstick... I'm so dizzy! Daphne, quickly take out the lipstick you bought from France during the summer vacation!"

When Karkaroff played his trump card, Hogwarts immediately broke out into a lot of riots. Of course, all of this was also seen by him. He stroked his goatee in an extremely aggressive manner, his face full of complacency...

Krum glanced at his fanatical fans in Hogwarts but didn't respond, for no other reason than his familiarity...

He has seen this kind of scene for a long time. Every time he goes to a game, the audience always reacts like this, and he has long since become calm.

"Although I don't pay much attention to Quidditch, it's really amazing to be able to compete for the world championship!"

Dumbledore smiled, facing Karkaroff's flamboyant mentality without any change.

Being able to train a student who can compete for a world championship during school is indeed something worth showing off for a principal. If he was a few decades younger, he might have this idea.

He is too old, counting this year, he has gone through one hundred and forty-four springs, summers, autumns and winters, and he is no longer interested in showing off to others...

The two principals had their own ulterior motives, and Karl, who was standing in the crowd and staring at Krum, almost frowned. Naturally, he would not forget that it was because of Krum that he lost a hundred gold Galleons, and he felt distressed for a long time.

Meeting him now made him even more depressed, ah, my poor little Qianqian~...

hateful!

Smelly brother, don't let me catch you in the Triwizard Tournament! If you mess with me, if you are in a bad mood, I will catch you and feed Voldemort!

Here Karl is getting more and more angry, while Dumbledore and Karkaroff are still fighting openly and secretly.

"Dumbledore, my old chap... don't you have any nice boys to introduce me to?

The Triwizard Tournament has been an excellent way for young wizards to establish friendship since ancient times... With this special experience, they will definitely go further in the future with mutual help..."