DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Oh~, Igor..." Dumbledore was very surprised. He really didn't expect Karkaroff to push forward after showing off, "I think the children may be able to let nature take its course when the Triwizard Tournament begins. Better..."

Dumbledore's words immediately made Karkaroff smile even more happily. He thought that the old Deng must be a student who had nothing to do, so he avoided answering like this.

In fact, Dumbledore was afraid to call Carl out, and then the trouble would get out of hand. They were talking in the principal's office just now, and Karl clearly showed his disdain for Krum, as if it was about a Quidditch match or something...

"Okay, old man! That's what you said..." Karkaroff's goatee almost turned up triumphantly. He thought that the winner of the Triwizard Tournament this time would definitely belong to De Stern, "The weather is a little bit It's cold, let's go in quickly, for the sake of the Triwizard Tournament, Krum can no longer catch a cold~..."

"Please!" Dumbledore said with a smile on his face as usual.

When the game started, I knew who would win...

"Everyone follow!" Karkaroff raised his arms and shouted, and the sturdy students behind him quickly lined up and followed behind him.

On the way back to the castle, Carl saw at least a dozen Hogwarts students scrambling to jump up just to get a glimpse of the back of Krum's head, which made him feel bad.

It seems that the star chasing in the magic world is better!

When Dumbledore opened the door of the auditorium, the little wizards of Hogwarts finally ended the long reception time. Everyone walked towards their seats in an orderly manner as Professor McGonagall had said.

When Karl looked at his parent's table, there had already been more than 20 witches with exquisite makeup. It was obvious that Beauxbaton's students chose to sit with them, and they were looking at the hall curiously. .

Carl raised his eyebrows and didn't bother to pay attention to them. He still sat slowly as usual and waited for Dumbledore to have a good dinner after he was done.

Different from his indifference, some little wizards are so excited that they can't even speak clearly, for example...

"Come here! Come and sit here!" Ron hissed softly, "Here! Harry, Hermione, you move in a little, squeeze out a little space..."

Harry and the others went to the Gryffindor table and sat down. Ron deliberately pulled him to sit on the side opposite the door, because Krum and his companions were still surrounded by the door. Not sure where to sit.

"What on earth are you trying to do again?!" Hermione asked angrily when she almost fell over due to Ron's sudden jerk.

"Oh, what a pity, it's too late..." Ron didn't answer her question directly, but his excited expression suddenly turned depressed.

He propped his elbows on the table, resting his chin on his palm, and looked sadly at the Slytherin table, where Krum and his classmates had already sat down.

Harry followed his gaze, and he could see that Crabbe and Goyle were very pleased with this, and Malfoy was leaning forward and talking to Krum beamingly.

"Yeah, that's right. Kiss him, poor Malfoy..." Ron sneered, "I bet Krum can see right through him at a glance, though... of course he's always surrounded by flattery ..."

Ron's tone was as if he had eaten a lemon, and his words were full of sourness. Then he seemed to think of something again, the frustration on his face disappeared, and he began to chatter again.

"I don't know where they will live. The Triwizard Tournament will last for a whole year...if they~...

I think we can make room for him in the dormitory, Harry... I don't mind giving him my bed, I can sleep in the rollaway..."

"Stop dreaming, Ron!" Hermione snorted at this, and immediately mocked with disdain: "Have you forgotten those tents at the World Quidditch Tournament? There is a magic called the Untraceable Stretching Curse..."

"Ah, this~..." The smile on Ron's face quickly disappeared, and he opened his mouth and was speechless.

"It seems that they are much happier than Beauxbaton's group." Harry shrugged. Although he also paid attention to Krum because of Quidditch, he was not as crazy as Ron.

When Ron heard this, he suddenly became interested. He stretched his neck to look at Slytherin, and his eyes were about to burst into green light.

"He's so cool..."

The Demstrand students were taking off their heavy leather coats and looking with interest at the starry black ceiling. One or two of them also picked up a gold plate, a goblet and a series of things with great interest to look at them carefully, obviously very infected.

Seeing that Ron was about to be bent by Krum, Harry suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and then he made a gesture of no to Ron righteously, and then warned him that if he continued like this, he would die forever. Don't even try to get into his bed.

In this way, Ron restrained himself a little, but he still glanced at Slytherin from time to time.

Over at the staff desk, Filch, the administrator, was adding chairs, and he had donned the old tuxedo that had been locked in a locker for a long time and was almost moldy for the occasion.

All the students entered the hall and sat down at their respective tables before the professors came in. At the end of the line were the three headmasters, with Dumbledore at the end.

And when the only female headmistress among the three headmasters appeared, the students of Beauxbatons all jumped up, and the Ravenclaws next to them laughed, making them seem embarrassed, but still no one Dare to sit down, they didn't sit down until the seat on Dumbledore's left was settled.

There was no sound in the auditorium, only Dumbledore was still standing.

"Ladies and gentlemen...especially the guests, good evening..." Dumbledore smiled at the students from other schools, "Welcome to Hogwarts, I hope and I believe that you will Live comfortably and happily...

Now please don't be polite, please eat and drink as much as you can. "

Dumbledore babbled on the precautions for several minutes before he finally stopped. Finally, he took out his wand and waved it vigorously. The richer meal than ever before was almost piled up on the table like a hill. .

Carl, who was handling a piece of steak while holding the knife and fork, smacked his lips. He guessed that the house elves in the kitchen might have taken out all the stocks this time. Someday during this time, he will be hungry and want to go to the kitchen for extra meals. It is estimated that it is unlikely.

Looking at the past, Karl was also surprised to find that there were a lot of delicacies on the table that he had never seen before. Obviously, the house elves specially prepared them for the guests. He also got some light this time.