DNF Meets Harry Potter

"How this happened, we don't know..." Dumbledore said to everyone: "But in my opinion, we have no choice but to accept the fact. Both Carl and Harry were selected to participate , then they have no choice but to..."

"Dumbledore...but..." Maxim hesitated to speak, she was very angry now.

"Dear Madame Maxime, if you have any good suggestions, please let me know. I will listen to you all the time."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he stared at her with calm eyes. Maxim didn't speak but just stared at him angrily. Similarly, Karkaroff clenched his fists and his face was ashen.

They glared at Dumbledore, there was no way to change the result but they couldn't swallow the breath, and finally they could only angrily call their students up and out of the auditorium.

After the two left, Dumbledore sat back on his seat on the professor's chair with a tired face. Although he had seen a corner of the future that he didn't know whether it was real or illusory because of Karl, he still felt a little bit of pain at this moment. Heart tired.

He has too many things to calculate.

"It's getting late, today's banquet is here! Please prefects lead the students of your college back to the dormitory!"

Dumbledore left in a hurry after announcing the end of the banquet. The professors looked solemn or worried, but in the end they all disappeared from everyone's sight one by one, while the remaining little wizards followed the class. The long footsteps returned to their respective dormitories with some reluctance.

Along the way, the little wizards talked one after another. Everyone was discussing why there was a fourth warrior in the Triwizard Tournament, and judging from their unhappy expressions, it was obvious that they were all a little unbalanced.

When Carl got up and was about to go back to the dormitory, Harry hurried after him.

"Carl, you know, I've been with you for two days! I never had a chance to put my name in the Goblet of Fire!"

Words longing for trust echoed in Carl's ears. Harry didn't know how many times he had said similar words to others just now, but apart from Hermione, all he got were suspicious eyes. Even Ron is also like this.

"Of course I know what you said is true!" Carl patted him on the shoulder and said comfortingly. After thinking for two seconds, he added: "Didn't Professor Moody say that just now? He wants to deceive Flame It is not so easy to pour a cup, it requires an extremely subtle confusion spell, even I am not sure that I can do it!"

After hearing Carl's serious words, a smile slowly formed on the corner of Harry's mouth, it felt so good to be trusted.

"Thank you!" Harry breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't care what others thought, but no one could accept it if all his best friends were like this.

He clenched his fists, and secretly made a decision that Ron would not even think about sleeping in his bed for the next month!

"It's getting late, tomorrow is the official start of the Triwizard Tournament, you should rest early..."

After comforting the confused Harry, Carl yawned and turned around and walked up the steps unhurriedly. Harry just stood there listening to the sound of his footsteps fading away as he walked away on the stone steps, and then turned and stepped on the corridor leading to the bedroom.

The whole of Hogwarts, except for Hermione and Carl who probably believed him, thought he cheated in the competition, but how could they think that?

You must know that the competitors he faces have three years more time than him, and the extra time in these times is not just some magic knowledge.

And he has to complete those very dangerous tasks in front of everyone. Yes, he had thought about it and was fascinated by it, but in fact it was just a joke, a daydream, and he never really thought about participating in it.

But someone thought of it, that person wanted him to participate, and also used powerful magic to make him be directly selected by the Goblet of Fire. But why?

To see him make a fool of himself? Then they will likely get their wish.

Or do you want to kill him? Isn't this the purpose of the age limit in the Triwizard Tournament? Moody thought so too...

Yes, some wanted him dead.

When talking with Carl just now, the large army had already left, and Harry walked in the empty corridor with a self-deprecating smile unconsciously.

"Voldemort, is that you? It's really well-intentioned..."

Only that madman would want him dead that badly, but how did he get his name into the Goblet of Fire? Harry rubbed his chin and thought wildly, he should be hiding in some distant country now, alone with endless fragility and helplessness, so he has no time to take care of himself...

"Hey! Potter, stop! Take two more steps and you're about to hit me!"

Harry was startled by the sudden sound, he suddenly raised his head, and the portrait of the Fat Lady came into view, so he had arrived before he knew it.

"Okay, okay." The fat lady looked extremely excited, "I heard that you have been selected to be a warrior?"

"Nonsense!" Harry mumbled.

"Of course it's not nonsense!" A pale witch suddenly emerged from the fat lady's portrait and said angrily.

"Oh, don't be angry, this is a code." The fat lady quickly comforted her, and then opened the door to let Harry into the common room.

As soon as the door was opened, there was a burst of loud shouts, which suddenly caused an unknown fire in his heart. But before he had a seizure, he was grabbed by dozens of hands outstretched in the room, and the excited Gryffindors screamed, clapped and whistled.

"You should have told us you signed up," Fred yelled, patting Harry on the shoulder hard.

"It's amazing, why did you do it without growing a white beard? Is there any secret, please tell me!" George laughed.

"That guy Karl is really disgusting! His method doesn't work at all! It also caused Madam Pomfrey to drink several bottles of nasty potions in the school hospital!"

As George spoke, he turned around and haunted Harry like a ghost. He was really curious.

"Come, come! Put on our Gryffindor heroes!" Lee Jordan ran down from upstairs, holding the golden and red flag representing Gryffindor in his hand.

"I didn't!" Harry said over and over in bewilderment, "I really don't know what's going on!"

But judging from the way everyone looked at him, it was clear that he was talking for nothing.

"Enough! You all get out of the way! I said... I! No! I know! I know!"

After being stalked by a lot of people, Harry finally couldn't help it. He pulled out his wand with difficulty, pointed to his throat and gave himself a loud voice.

The high-decibel roar instantly shocked everyone...