DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Then how did you cross that age line, Mr. Harris?"

After Dumbledore said this, Karkaroff had no choice but to suppress the anger that was about to erupt in his heart, and turned to look at Karl.

"It's very simple!" Carl blinked at him mysteriously, and walked towards him step by step under the gaze of all the students, and the scene in the afternoon reappeared.

Seeing this miraculous scene, Karkaroff turned pale like a ghost. His breathing was not smooth for a while, he stared at Carl, and made a terrible heavy panting sound in his throat.

Maxim hid her face and couldn't see any joy or anger, but her slightly trembling body also revealed the unrest in her heart at the moment.

"How is it? Professor Karkaroff, do you have any questions?" Carl grinned, raised his head and said to him confidently.

"A powerful method!" Karkaroff's voice was a little hoarse at the moment, and he gasped loudly, "No one has ever been able to truly control the power of time! Are you using a time converter or something else?!"

"It's inconvenient to reveal this..." Karl shook his head lightly, not telling him the secret of the Sorcerer's Stone.

"Hmph!" Karkaroff gritted his teeth secretly, furious in his heart, cursing inwardly that Dumbledore was really willing to take out such a stuff from the bottom of the box for a Triwizard Tournament.

What did he think!

Thinking of this, Karkaroff immediately felt even angrier. He turned his face away, not even wanting to look at Dumbledore. This old man was even more shameless than he wanted!

"Is this why he borrowed the time-turner last year? It seems that the magic item is really incredible..."

There was a flash of light in Dumbledore's eyes, and even Karkaroff could see what method Karl used, let alone him.

As long as some things are used, they will inevitably leave traces. Just now, he intuitively felt a mysterious and stalwart power lingering on Karl. With his footsteps, he gradually inspired...

There was even more uproar in the hall, combined with Karkaroff's roar, all the little wizards clearly understood how Karl broke through that age line.

Very straight forward, since the age line only blocks minor wizards, it's simple, just become an adult and it's over. Three years passed between a few steps of time, and there was nothing wrong with the age line, because at that moment...

He is seventeen years old!

Dumbledore stroked his long white beard. He had also imagined how Carl would pass that age line. You know, he didn't let any water in when he arranged it, but this way really surprised him.

"Great!" After the last uproar, Dumbledore looked extremely happy, and he looked at everyone in the auditorium with a smile and said, "Now, we have selected three warriors...

I believe that all of you, including the remaining students of Beauxbaton and Durham Strong, will wholeheartedly and wholeheartedly support your warriors, cheer for them, and your contributions will also be left behind in this game. Thick..."

Dumbledore suddenly stopped talking while he was talking, his originally relaxed face became extremely dignified, and everyone could tell at a glance that something distracted him.

The dark blue flame inside the Goblet of Fire turned red again, and sparks flew everywhere. An extremely violent flame burst out from the mouth of the cup, and another piece of parchment was burning on top of the flame.

Hasn't the selection just been announced to be over? Why is there still parchment spraying out? ! At the moment, all the little wizards looked at Dumbledore curiously, waiting for his explanation.

In the middle of the auditorium, Dumbledore's old and calm face showed an expression of disbelief for the first time. He involuntarily stretched out his arm and grabbed the parchment, unfolded it and stared at the name on it, without making a sound for a long time .

He stared at the paper in his hand, while the others in the room stared at him. Finally he cleared the noise and read aloud:

"The fourth champion...Harry Potter!"

Everyone was stunned when Dumbledore pronounced the name. There was no applause for the fourth warrior, but just a buzzing sound like a bee. Some students stood up and looked at him carefully from top to bottom while he was sitting still in his seat.

"This is not fair at all! Why are there two warriors in Hogwarts?!"

Karkaroff slapped the table with his palm, and the violent sound resounded throughout the auditorium. The magic power was vented, and the table was almost thrown off the table.

At this moment, he was like a powder keg that had just been ignited, unscrupulously venting his anger towards Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore! This is against the rules at all! We all need an explanation!"

Maxim couldn't sit still anymore, and she also slammed the table and stood up. Her huge body like an iron tower was as tall as two or three Dumbledores.

Bagman and Crouch frowned and also cast puzzled glances at Dumbledore.

The headmasters were still arguing about the fourth champion, and Harry turned away from the audience, facing Ron and Hermione, because the whole Gryffindor table on his side was watching him with their mouths open. , he hated this look.

"I didn't put the name in." Harry said with a slight movement of his lips, "You know I didn't."

The two of them stared at him equally blankly, unable to give any answer.

Dumbledore tightly held the parchment in his palm, and looked at Harry from a height: "Harry, tell me first, did you also throw your name into the Goblet of Fire?"

Facing Dumbledore's sudden question, Harry's head was completely dazed at the moment, and it took a long while before his eyes refocused, and then he directly came up with a series of negatives:

"I'm not, I don't, I really don't know anything!"

It's just that compared to Carl's previous strong proof, his explanation is too weak, and almost everyone looks at him with full suspicion and distrust.

"I really don't know why the Goblet of Fire spit out my name!" Harry's face was extremely pale at the moment, and he grabbed Ron's arm next to him with great force, as if he had grasped the last straw.

"Hermione...Ron...they...right! And Carl and Hagrid!

I was stuck with them yesterday and it's the same today! They can all prove it! "

Hermione also stood up anxiously, and kept explaining to everyone, but it was a pity that everyone was already making a fuss, and her voice was quickly lost in the crowd.

Moody's blue magic eye on the high platform rolled around, staring at the bewildered Harry with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

But he didn't realize that there was another pair of eyes silently watching him.

The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole follows? Just eat black and eat black and eat black and you're done!