DNF Meets Harry Potter

Carl stood by the window and squinted his eyes slightly. Just a few minutes ago, he clearly felt that the back hand left in Gaunt's old house had been touched.

In other words, Voldemort has returned, and now he is probably planning how to implement the plan~...

But so what? An attempt destined to fail miserably...

In the night sky, the breeze brushed gently over the cheeks, and the soft moonlight shone down. Karl closed the window with a knowing smile, and walked towards his little bed step by step. It was late at night, and it was time to rest...

...

When the first ray of dawn light shone on Hogwarts in the morning, and when the glass refracted into the room, the ancient castle began to flourish again.

Today was Monday, and when Carl walked slowly into the auditorium, many little wizards were already ready to have breakfast.

Although it has been a night since the selection of warriors, everyone is still looking forward to the upcoming Triwizard Tournament, and the sound of excited discussions echoes in the auditorium one after another.

"Be quiet! Everyone be quiet!"

Dumbledore came out of the small room at the end of the auditorium. The old headmaster looked very energetic with a red face, but Karkaroff and Maxim who followed him were different. It was as if Dumbledore owed them hundreds of Galleons.

"The four warriors, please come to the room I mentioned yesterday within fifteen minutes after the breakfast time ends, um...you need to get some necessary instructions about the Triwizard Tournament!"

Karl looked at Karkarov and Maxim, whose faces were as tense as a rock, with mischievous eyes, thinking that these two guys screamed so fiercely last night that they almost ran away overnight, but now they can't help but Broke the teeth and went to the stomach to swallow.

Sure enough, there is no easy word in the adult world, and everyone is trying their best to cater to this world.

After pouring milk into his mouth, Carl smacked his lips with emotion. But before he took two bites of the sandwich in his hand, Harry hurried over, his impatient look made him laugh.

"Don't be nervous, Harry! This time, Professor Dumbledore and the others just told us the specific time for the competition and mentioned some precautions. The first project will actually start in November!" Carl waved at him indifferently. He waved his hand to signal him to relax.

After listening to his comfort, Harry's nervous expression relaxed a little. But when he thought of what happened last night, he couldn't help but feel a heavy heart. He opened his mouth to speak but stopped, not knowing whether he should say it or not.

Voldemort is back, and he has killed a man. It's terrible that this bad news comes at such a tense juncture in the Triwizard Tournament.

"I think you're in a bad mood... What's the matter, did something bad happen? It's related to Voldemort, right?" Seeing Harry's sad face, Carl frowned slightly, put down the sandwich in his hand and asked softly.

Although he hasn't opened his mouth yet, Carl has already vaguely guessed that the little trick he stayed in Gaunt's old house was triggered last night.

That piece of Voldemort's soul must have been playing tricks on Harry last night.

Harry nodded, a look of surprise on his face. How did Karl know before he said this?

If Carl heard his heartfelt thoughts, he would definitely complain—you don’t know much, I dug Voldemort’s father’s grave during the summer vacation...

"Tell me, maybe I have a solution?" Carl chuckled, and took another bite of the sandwich in his hand.

"Last night, when I went back to the dormitory, the scar started to hurt inexplicably. Then..."

A rare look of sadness appeared on Harry's face. He looked at the little wizard beside him who was still discussing excitedly, and walked closer. He quickly recounted everything he saw last night.

"I think what I saw must be fake! Voldemort must have made it up on purpose to fool me! Pettigrew Peter was obviously killed by the dementors, how could he still appear beside him..."

Harry smiled self-deprecatingly, then looked at Carl expectantly, maybe Carl could give a reasonable explanation for this phenomenon?

"This... I think what you saw may indeed be true!" Carl said with a embarrassed expression after quietly listening to Harry's description.

There are various indications that Voldemort really met Peter yesterday and was ready to do something again.

"This time my name appeared in the Goblet of Fire, maybe it was his fault. It seems that my luck is really not very good..."

Although he had expected this result, Harry still felt a headache.

"How did Peter Pettigrew escape from Azkaban? We have already told them that he is an Animagus to make them vigilant, but...but!"

As soon as Harry thought of the ugly face that gradually emerged from the shadows last night, an unknown anger burst out of his heart.

That bastard, not only did not die under the dementor's kiss, he escaped in the end. What made him feel even more disgusted was that the Ministry of Magic not only failed to announce the truth about Peter's escape from prison and issued an arrest warrant, but even suppressed the matter.

"It's so normal!" Hearing Harry mention the Ministry of Magic, Carl's eyes flashed a look of contempt, "Once this incident breaks out, it will cause panic, and the Howling letters can fill the entire Ministry of Magic in a day , and how could our Mr. Minister just let this matter go on like this? Don't be funny..."

"..."

After listening to Carl's analysis, Harry's throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't speak anymore. Suddenly, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

"It's been happening a lot since that minister came into office, remember Crouch?

At the Quidditch match back then, when that guy saw Sirius, he insisted that he was the mastermind behind the scenes, and almost everyone was throwing blame..."

Carl went on, sounding like he was describing a perfectly normal thing.

"I see." Harry froze in place for a long while in silence, and finally managed to utter a word.

"This world is like a big invisible hand, which is changing all the time. If you can't change it, then maintaining your own shape without being changed by it is also something to be proud of." Carl closed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth Slightly outlines an upward arc.

In his hand, the walnut wand was being spun quickly by him, but unfortunately, it was no longer in its own shape, and the story behind it was not familiar to outsiders...