DNF Meets Harry Potter

When the last piece of pudding disappeared from the golden plate on the long table, it was another ordinary morning at Hogwarts.

"Let's go, Harry! We are probably the only ones who are not here now, so don't make them wait. I don't want to be implicated by Karkaroff and Maxim again... I guess the mood of the two of them these two days Not very good!"

Carl stood up from the stool, looked around the auditorium where most of the people had already left, and soon found Harry. He waved his hand, motioning for Harry to follow quickly.

When they pushed open the door together, they met Karkaroff's old, dark face. On the other hand, Maxim and Fu Rong stood on the other side and prepared to see how he would deal with it.

"I thought Hogwarts produced two warriors, and they must all have their own strengths."

Karkaroff, who was dressed in black and looked more like a bat than Snape, glanced sideways at the two of them, and began to be sly again:

"But now it seems that they don't even have the most basic concept of time..."

"If I remember correctly, when Professor Dumbledore announced earlier, he said that within fifteen minutes after breakfast was over..."

Carl still had a full smile on his face, and he pointed to the wall clock on the wall and said with a smile: "Professor Karkaroff, if your eyes are not blind, you can take a closer look. We were three minutes early..."

"Is this how Dumbledore taught students to contradict the professor?" Karkaroff's face darkened immediately.

"If you are not convinced, you can talk to Professor Dumbledore! Why are you arrogant when he is not here now?" Kaka retorted unceremoniously: "I just don't know how many tricks you can survive in his hands... Three tricks? No, it seems a little too much..."

Just as Karkaroff opened his mouth to refute, the sound of leather boots trampling on the marble floor came from outside the door. Karkaroff snorted coldly, glanced at Karl coldly, and said nothing more.

After a while, Bagman and Crouch pushed open the door and walked in. They were pinching the fifteen-minute clock.

"Now that everyone is here, let's start!" Bagman glanced at a few people, and after confirming that no one was late, he nodded and looked at Crouch and said:

"Barty, is it time to give orders to the warriors?"

"Okay, command... yes, let me see... the first task..."

The light in the room was not very good, and Crouch leaned closer to the fire, revealing a thin figure like a skeleton, with black eye circles, and dry skin as ugly as yellowed parchment. As soon as he opened his mouth, the hoarse voice was as piercing and unpleasant as iron scraping through glass...

Caught off guard, Carl was taken aback by his appearance. He remembered that he was as strong as a bull when he stopped them and snapped his hat in the Quidditch World Cup.

Why did you look like this after not seeing each other for more than two months?

"Oh, yes! I guess his wife's body is already lying in a room in Azkaban now?"

Carl thought about it for a while, and soon understood why Crouch had become like this in just two months. He was directly dragged down by his son.

"The first mission is to test your guts..." Under the dim light, Crouch spoke like telling a ghost story, "Of course we won't tell you what mission this is. Facing the unknown, courage is It's important for a wizard, very important.

The first task will be carried out on November 24th, in front of all referees and students, it will be fair and open"

"In the process of completing the competition task, the contestants cannot ask the teacher for help, nor can they accept any form of assistance from the teacher. The contestants will carry out the first task with the help of the magic wand.

After completing the first task, they were not informed about the second task. In view of the time-consuming nature of the competition, the contestants can be exempted from the test at the end of the period..."

After Crouch finished speaking, Bagman rubbed his hands excitedly and began to add. He talked for ten minutes without stopping, not as short and concise as Crouch.

"I think that's all, right? Do you have anything to add? If there is no instruction, it can be declared over... Batty?" Bagman glanced at Crouch after speaking.

"Then come here!" Crouch stroked his forehead with his hands, looking exhausted.

"Barty, the Triwizard Tournament is about to start, you have been in this state recently...

If the Department of International Exchange is too busy with work, I can talk to the minister for you..."

After the Quidditch match, he and Batty were in charge of the Triwizard Tournament. Bagman knew everything about his colleague's physical changes.

"No need...it's just that it's a difficult time, and it will pass soon...

I have delegated most of the work in the Ministry to someone else, and the young man is very enthusiastic, if a bit too enthusiastic. I think I have to go back to the ministry..." Crouch sighed and explained.

"Barty, stay here, how about staying with me?" Bagman had a cheerful expression on his face, "Staying in Hogwarts is much better than staying in the office. I have never thought about it in the past ten years. To have had such an opportunity…”

"I don't think so!" Crouch put on his top hat and hurried out after saying the last word.

Seeing Crouch leaving in a hurry, Bagman shrugged his shoulders helplessly. He didn't understand how his old friend, who was usually so bright, became so brainless at this moment.

"Okay, warriors! Next, please prepare well! You still have three weeks, enough time for you to think carefully about what real courage is!"

But now that all the precautions are finished, Bagman feels that there is no need for him to stay here. After speaking a short concluding remark, he also walked towards the door. Finally, he had a relatively relaxing job, and the place was still Hogwarts. Of course, he wanted to enjoy it.

After the two officials from the Ministry of Magic left one after another, Karkaroff pulled Krum and quickly left the room.

However, this guy was still cursing while walking, obviously he still didn't let go of what happened last night, and he was still speaking German, which made Carl immediately confused. Is Karkaroff so wild?

"Where did Dumbledore go... He showed up in the morning and then disappeared. Karkaroff is almost riding on your head, and you still haven't come out to teach him a lesson...

Carl muttered softly, he felt that the former headmaster of Durham Strong must be blind, otherwise how could he pass the position to him.

What kind of skill is it to push behind the scenes, wouldn't it be better to go to Dumbledore and spray him face to face?

By the way, he sprayed his share as well. He clearly agreed that as long as he agreed to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, he would find a way to increase the prize money. As a result, the competition was about to start, and he hadn't even heard any gossip about it.

How annoying!