DNF Meets Harry Potter

While Harry and the others were still arguing about Fleur, Carl walked over slowly.

"She is not Fanya, she is a mixed Veela, Fanya is the highest natural elf, her appearance can really be described as peerless..."

"Vela?" Harry was taken aback, apparently hearing this term for the first time.

"It was a frightening magical creature, and when it became human they were beautiful young women who danced under the moon in midsummer nights in tulle.

A man who is infatuated with them will forget everything in the world, and will not eat, drink, or sleep. If there is that unfortunate person who joins them when the veela dances, it will have to dance continuously until it finally dies from exhaustion..."

Hermione's eyes lit up, and then she spoke out the Veela records she had seen in the book in one breath.

"This..." Harry opened his mouth wide in surprise, he never thought that the girl who came over just now was so powerful. At the same time, he also understood why Ron was so nympho just now, once he participated in Veela's ball, he couldn't wake up again...

"By the way, Karl, are you Fanya?" Hermione asked with a smile. She knew that Karl was a half-breed elf, so she was really curious about this question.

"Vanya? I'm not a Vanya..." Carl smiled mysteriously, "If you really want an answer, then I probably belong to the "Vera" category, um~, the glory of the elves right on me..."

"Vera?!" It was Hermione's turn to be dumbfounded this time, she understood what the word Vera probably meant.

"What the hell are you talking about? What are you talking about, Vera, Fanya? Why can't I understand anything?" Harry twitched his lips, listening to the two people's riddle-like conversation with a dazed expression on his face.

"I'll talk to you later!" Hermione interrupted Harry impatiently, and then looked at Carl with a complicated expression:

"If you really have a relationship with the 'Villas', in this way, will you..."

"Probably maybe, but I can't tell the time~..." Carl lowered his eyes and said softly.

He now has the Sorcerer's Stone that masters the power of time, and his attainments in dimensional magic are gradually improving. Coupled with Niyali's shining radiant cube octahedron, he will break through the dimensional wall in the future or go home or arrive at The next unknown world is only a matter of time.

"I understand!" Hermione nodded slightly, and then changed the subject, "You will participate in the Triwizard Tournament this time, right?"

"If I can successfully break through the age limit..." Carl replied with a smile, "By the way, what did that girl from Beauxbatons tell you just now?"

"It's nothing..." Ron scratched his head and hurriedly replied, until now his eyes were still full of longing, "She came over and asked for a plate of fish soup, and after getting to know Harry, she went back..."

"Is that so!" Karl glanced thoughtfully at Fu Rong, who was having a good time talking with student Durham in the distance, and had an answer in his heart.

Just arrived and asked about the situation everywhere, really amazing!

After everyone had eaten and drank enough, Dumbledore took out the Goblet of Fire and explained the rules to everyone, and the dinner was declared over.

"It's just an age line!" Fred's eyes sparkled, and they walked across the hall to the entrance hall. "Well, it's going to be fooled by the aging potion, isn't it? Once your name is in that glass, you'll laugh - it doesn't know if you're 17 or not."

"But I still don't think anyone under 17 has a chance," said Harry. "We haven't learned enough..."

"Don't worry! We've discussed it with Karl a long time ago! It's not Dumbledore himself guarding the Goblet of Fire, the power of potion is infinite!" George immediately picked up the conversation, "If there is a way to get in, you will action?"

Harry opened his mouth and wanted to say that wizards under the age of seventeen were not allowed to sign up, but after a while his mind was filled with the wonderful scene of himself winning the Triwizard Tournament.

He couldn't imagine how annoyed Dumbledore would be if he found out that anyone under seventeen figured out how to cross the age line...

"Where is Krum? Where is he?!" Ron interrupted the conversation between his brother and Harry anxiously.

In fact, he didn't even hear what they said clearly, he just searched for his idol in the crowd to see how he was doing, "Dumbledore didn't say just now that the man from Durham was sleeping Where is it? Doesn’t that mean~...hehehe~..."

Ron couldn't help laughing like a barbell. He covered his face, only showing his two eyes, and kept looking for Krum in the auditorium.

But soon, he began to despair. They were now at the same level as the Slytherin table, where Karkaroff was still urging his students.

"I think we should go back to the boat now..." Karkaroff patted Krum's shoulder pleasantly, "How are you, Werther? Are you full? Shall I ask someone to go to the kitchen to get some juice?" Wine with sugar and spices?"

Harry followed Ron's gaze and saw Karen shaking his head, waving his hand while putting on his leather jacket, indicating that he didn't need it.

"Professor, I would like some wine."

He looked at another Demstrang student boy and said to Karkaroff hopefully.

It was a normal scene, but the next scene almost made his eyes pop out.

"I'm not talking to you!" Karkeroff performed a Sichuan opera face-changing scene for Harry. He turned his head and the kind fatherly demeanor disappeared immediately, replaced by the color of disgust,

"I found out that you got food all over your clothes again. You're such a disgusting child. It's a disgrace to Hogwarts..."

Karkaroff gave the student a vicious look, and the cold breath emanating from his body made him tremble all over.

"Sorry...Professor..." The student stammered and replied, and then he forgot to use the magic, and hurriedly took a few paper towels from the table to wipe it.

"Hmph! As long as you know!" Karkaroff snorted coldly, and he didn't bother to care about him and walked away with the rest of the people.

When they reached the gate, Harry happened to be there too. Harry remembered Karkaroff's bad attitude just now, and hastily stepped aside to let him pass first, he didn't want to provoke this double-standard monster.

"Thank you..." Kakarov glanced at him casually, and was about to go over. However, he noticed something was wrong just after taking a few steps, and then hurriedly backed away.