DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Well, it may take a few minutes before the Goblet of Fire makes a decision..." Dumbledore looked at the wall clock on the wall and nodded slightly, "Before officially announcing the result, I would like to say a few words here.

Please ask the students whose names are called later to go to the head of the hall, walk along the staff desk from this door to the next room. "

As he spoke, he pointed to the door behind the professor's chair, "They will receive the first instruction there."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the little wizards in the audience who were staring at him intently and nodded in satisfaction. Then he took out his wand and swung it vigorously. The scale was comparable to Mad Lily's Chaos Wand.

In an instant, all light sources were extinguished except for the candles placed in the carved pumpkins.

Everything is in darkness. In the entire hall, only the burning goblet of fire was emitting bright light, and the dazzling blue and white flames stung the eyes between the flickering lights. Everyone is watching, waiting, some people lower their eyes slightly, they are looking at their watches.

"Time's up!" George whispered, and he looked away from his watch in an instant, staring at the Goblet of Fire without blinking.

At the same time, the raging blue flame in the Goblet of Fire suddenly turned red, and sparks splashed all over the place, turning Dumbledore's face red.

The Goblet of Fire didn't keep everyone waiting for a long time. In just a dozen seconds, a tongue of flame rushed up, and then a piece of burnt parchment slowly floated up.

After seeing that piece of parchment, the students in the auditorium, whether it was Hogwarts or the other two schools, all gasped. They knew exactly what the piece of paper meant.

Dumbledore reached out and grabbed the parchment, and then slowly spread it in the palm of his hand. He lowered his head slightly and read through the blue-white flame.

"The warrior who represents Durham is..." His voice echoed in the silent auditorium, "Victor Krum!"

After a short silence after the name was pronounced, there was a burst of thunderous applause from the Slytherin table, and then his ardent fans from other tables began to cheer.

The influence of world-class stars can be seen at this moment!

"Oh! Krum!" Karkaroff's tense face was as bright as an old purple-skinned chrysanthemum in full bloom at the moment, his voice was louder than applause, and almost everyone heard it, "I knew there was Your share!"

"As expected~..."

Krum waved to Karkaroff with a relaxed smile on his face.

He calmly stood up from the Slytherin table, walked towards Dumbledore lazily, turned right, went down the staff table, and quickly disappeared into the corridor leading to the next room.

After Krum left, the applause and discussion gradually died down. Everyone's attention gradually shifted to the Goblet of Fire, which turned red again amidst everyone's expectant eyes, and the flame rushed up with the second piece of parchment, and slowly floated into Dumbledore's hands.

"The champion representing Beauxbatons is...," Dumbledore announced loudly, "Fleur Delacour!"

"Ron, it's her!" Harry exclaimed.

"Oh, look how disappointed they are," Hermione said casually, looking at the group of girls.

"It's too much to use the word disappointment..." Harry twitched the corners of his mouth. In his sight, there were already two unselected girls who were already in tears, and they were sobbing with their heads in their arms.

The girl who looked like Vatican in their eyes stood up gracefully, raised her head proudly and tossed back her silky blonde hair, striding across the long table between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Pass.

"I'm right there, don't make my sister wait too long!"

When passing by Karl's seat, Fu Rong gave him a provocative look, then pointed to the small door with her finger, and quickly disappeared before everyone's eyes.

"Oh, woman!" Carl chuckled, "You managed to attract my attention, who told me to be kind, so that you won't lose so badly..."

After Fu Rong left, the hall was silent again. The difference was that this time the silence was too intense and exciting. The little wizards didn't even dare to breathe too loudly, because they would be at Hogwarts next time.

The burning Goblet of Fire turned red again, and the tongue of flames rolled high. Even Dumbledore's expression was extremely solemn at the moment, and he pulled out the third parchment directly from the end of the flame while his eyes moved.

"The warrior representing Hogwarts is!" But when he saw the parchment for the first time, his brows stretched, and there was a hint of joy in his eyes, "Karl Harris !"

Louder applause broke out from the auditorium than at any time before, and the screams almost resounded through the sky.

Amid the shouts that everyone was watching, Carl stood up slowly with a smile in his eyes, and walked towards Dumbledore step by step.

"I don't agree!" Kakaroff stood up from the chair abruptly, at this moment his smile had long since disappeared without a trace.

"Albus, I need a reasonable explanation! If I remember correctly, according to the rules we made before, the warriors of the three major magic academies should all be adult wizards over the age of seventeen!

How old is he? fourteen? Or thirteen? ! "

Karkaroff slapped the table angrily, and yelled at Dumbledore angrily. He understood that the choice of the Goblet of Fire would never go wrong, and there was only one reason why he could be chosen at this age—that is, this little wizard was far more powerful than him. Those graduates who have passed their seventeenth birthday are even more terrifying!

This situation also appeared hundreds of years ago, when there was no age limit for the Triwizard Tournament, but the youngest had to wait until the fifth grade.

But at the moment, he has never heard of such a situation!

Madam Maxim also realized this at the moment, and she also didn't give Dumbledore any good looks.

"Albus, if you can't give us a reason, I don't think this Triwizard Tournament will mean much..."

Karkaroff looked at Dumbledore coldly, his face was gloomy and terrifying at the moment, and his eyes were even more cruel.

He also checked the magic left by Dumbledore, and even he himself, a senior Death Eater, couldn't do anything about it, let alone an underage wizard.

Although his talent and even his strength may be excellent, but the great magic left by the world's number one white wizard!

He couldn't believe that Dumbledore didn't use any means to win secretly. Although cheating was a tradition in the Triwizard Tournament, it was too blatant. He had never been tricked like this before.

"Oh~... Igor, I think you may need to calm down first. As for why this happened, I think Mr. Harris will give us a reasonable explanation~...

I think, by then, you will understand..."