DNF Meets Harry Potter

Carl raised his head, and Pepy Ghost also noticed him at this time.

It was still wondering just now which little wizard was such an iron that even dared to look up, but when he saw Carl's face with wide eyes, he was shocked.

It's the devil! What Carl did to him can never be forgotten. Whenever he is confidently ready to prank those little wizards, as long as he meets him, there is no good fruit for himself.

And there has never been an exception!

Pipigui was stunned for a moment, let out a stern scream, and then threw all the remaining water **** down, and he suddenly turned around and flew towards a higher place to escape the scene at the speed of light.

Unfortunately, it was too late to understand.

In fact, when Carl saw it the first time, it couldn't escape.

Carl gave a weird laugh, like the all-wicked villain in the film and television drama, and Pepi Ghost was the poor victim.

When the walnut wand was lightly tapped, the dozen or so water **** thrown down by Pippi in midair exploded together and merged into a huge palm.

The five fingers of the palm suddenly clenched, and then he flicked his fingers. Pippi's scream instantly spread throughout the main Hogwarts castle, and under this tremendous force the whole ghost flew like a deflated balloon and disappeared before everyone's eyes.

"Damn Pepe, my hair is wet!" Hermione stomped her feet and kept taking care of her soaked hair.

"What's going on here, is there a flood at Hogwarts?!"

A cold and harsh voice rang in everyone's ears, and Professor McGonagall looked at the water-stained floor and the embarrassed little wizards and couldn't believe his eyes.

With her thin lips pursed, she looked at the little wizards sternly, just wanting an explanation.

"It's Pippi!" Hermione gritted her teeth while pinching the corner of her robe that was a little wet.

"It's really bad!" Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, his expression a bit solemn, "Everyone, dry your clothes before queuing into the auditorium! We will have guests coming soon, please remember that you represent the most powerful in Europe Magic Academy, don’t let them read jokes..."

"Warm as day!"

Professor McGonagall waved his magic wand, and the sun-like warm light shone on the little wizards. They instantly felt that they were warming up, and the coldness on their bodies was quickly disappearing...

"Embrace the warmth of the morning sun..." Carl thought silently in his heart as he stretched out his right hand and felt the warm glow.

Professor McGonagall came over to check the situation and after some instructions, he hurried away again. In order to welcome the guests and the branch hospital, she still has many things to deal with...

"Hey! Have you listened carefully to what Professor McGonagall said, this time a guest came to visit Hogwarts!"

"I don't know who it is, who made her so serious!"

"In my opinion, it must be Dumbledore's friend! Only a great wizard of this level can make Professor McGonagall so solemn!"

After Professor McGonagall left, the pot exploded in an instant. The little wizards excitedly began to discuss the secret behind this.

"The Triwizard Tournament!" Carl's lips moved slightly, and then in his mind he began to remember what might happen this year.

Ten minutes later, the prefects of each academy came to the team of their own academy and began to greet the little wizards in a line to enter the auditorium in an orderly manner.

The hall is still the same as it used to be. It was newly decorated for the opening ceremony. The golden plates and goblet gleamed in the brilliance of hundreds of candles floating in the air.

Four long large tables were filled with students chatting. At the top of the hall, faculty and staff sat at the fifth table, facing their students.

Harry looked up at the table where the professors were sitting. There seemed to be a lot more empty seats than in the past. The long table in the four major colleges seemed to be much longer. He guessed it might be for the guests.

But... are there so many?

For a moment, Harry was plunged into deep doubts.

"Where is the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher?" Hermione also looked up, not seeing the stranger.

They have never seen a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher who can hold on for more than a year. So far, Harry’s favorite teacher is Lupin, but he resigned last year after all, which made him very sad. . He looked up and down at the staff table, there was no new face there.

"Maybe they can't find the next one!" Harry shrugged and said helplessly.

The Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts is a consumable item. Every year, there will be problems due to force majeure. This is no secret in the English magical world. Iron-headed children who dare to challenge this profession are all planted. Up above.

The worst is this year's Professor Moody. In other words, someone else can last at least a year, but he is over before he starts...

They think about the time for small talk, and Professor McGonagall is ready to start sorting. This year’s branching ceremony looks more grand than ever. Professor McGonagall has been stern from the beginning, with no smile on his serious face...

With a solemn expression on her face, she unfolded a simple scroll of parchment, lowered her eyes and read the name according to the name on it. The new students who were read by the name were either excited, uneasy or calm, and ended up sitting on the stool. As soon as I put on that patched hat...

About twenty minutes later, as the Sorting Hat read out the home of the last little wizard in the next seven years, this year's Sorting Ceremony ended successfully.

Professor McGonagall's expression relaxed, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com waved his magic wand to change the stool away, and then walked to the faculty seat above.

Dumbledore slowly stood up from the C position in the entire auditorium and nodded lightly towards Professor McGonagall, then a kind smile appeared on his face, spreading his arms, and said with a smile:

"Welcome... welcome everyone back to Hogwarts again!"

"I only have two words to tell you..." The old magic wand appeared in his hand, and the old principal's steady and heavy voice echoed in the auditorium, "Eat!"

As his voice fell and he waved his wand gracefully at the same time, food taller than the little wizards was stacked on the tableware made of pure gold.

"Sure enough! The opening banquet has never let me down!"

On the long Gryffindor table, Luo, who was so hungry and grumbled, instantly his eyes were red. He used both hands together, grabbing a chicken leg with one hand and taking a bite before changing to the other.

Carl tucked his hair, with a pure smile on his face, and then blinked vaguely at Dumbledore above...