DNF Meets Harry Potter

In the moonlight, a group of tall and mighty wizards stepped neatly along the wooden planks and walked down from the boat, which is different from the women of Boothbarton who want demeanor but not temperature.

The people of Deus Strong wore thick fur cloaks and looked very warm, but the man who led the way to the castle wore another kind of fur cloak, which was smooth and silver, just like his hair...

It was a tall and thin old wizard, about the same size as Dumbledore, but his white hair was short, and the curly moustache on his chin did not completely cover his loose chin.

Carl looked away from afar, and noted what this old **** looked like, it was the fact that he had been waiting here for so long because of the gang.

"Dumbledore!" Karkaroff's cold and sharp eyes quickly melted like ice in the warm sun after seeing Dumbledore. He walked up the **** and greeted the old principal enthusiastically:

"Long time no see! My dear old buddy, are you okay? Please forgive our boat for some time on the way and delay it. You wouldn't mind it?"

"Oh~, Igor! Why would you think like this~..." Dumbledore smiled exaggeratedly, "Thanks to you, I'm fine!"

"Thank you for your understanding, old man!" Karkaroff embraced Dumbledore enthusiastically, and after the embrace, he turned and stared at the magnificent Hogwarts main castle.

"Ah~...Dear Hogwarts Castle! The last time I came here was more than ten years ago..."

Karkaroff looked up at the castle and smiled, showing eight big yellow teeth that hadn't been brushed for a long time. Carl, who was paying close attention to the situation there, pursed his lips, and keenly noticed that his eyes were not smiling, but cold and cunning. Malicious.

"How nice it is, how nice it is here... Krum, come over, get warm... don't you mind, Dumbledore?

This kid has a cold..."

As Karkaroff's voice fell, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy walked out from behind him. His body curve looked perfect, and his face was even more confident with a smile.

The most important thing is that the group with his ruddy face is half cold?

Karkaroff's shameless and showy gesture made Karl stiff, and he called the expert!

And just as the boy just walked out of the team and entered everyone's field of vision, the little wizards at Hogwarts instantly exclaimed.

Quidditch is not one of the most watched sports in the wizarding world, and the Seeker is the most popular C position.

So many people recognize that the boy is the legendary seeker of the Bulgarian team Victor Krum, who has competed with the Irish team for the championship this year!

Ron was shocked, "I don't believe it! Harry, is that really Krum? You pinch me!"

Harry tilted his head. It was the first time he heard such a request when he was so old, so he gently squeezed **** and twisted Ron's arm hard.

"Ah ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Professor McGonagall, who was maintaining discipline, changed his face in an instant, and walked over with her thin lips.

"The tongue seals the throat!"

Seeing that her wand shook quickly, Ron had nothing but babble...

After stopping Ron's extremely rude operation, Professor McGonagall glared at him fiercely and rushed to the next place where she was needed.

She couldn't tell that Karkaroff came to show off because of the bad ones. At this time, Hogwarts must not be compared by him!

"Ababa~..." A gleam of crystal liquid flowed down the corners of Ron's mouth. Although his arm hurts at the moment and he can't speak, it doesn't affect his excitement.

He wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve indiscriminately, shook Harry's arm continuously, and made an incomprehensible murmur.

"For Merlin's sake, Ron, don't get excited! He's just a Quidditch, does it need to make such a fuss..." Hermione was almost speechless at the moment about Ron's **** operation... …

Hearing this, Ron suddenly glared, as if Hermione was talking about him.

If he hadn't been punished by Professor McGonagall at this time and couldn't speak, he would have been incarnate as Zuan Madman and Hermione would have sprayed each other.

There are many little wizards who are as excited as Ron. For example, a few sixth-grade girls in Slytherin on the other side are frantically digging out their pockets.

"Oh my God, it's unbelievable, I didn't even bring a pen...",

"Do you think Krum would like to use lipstick to sign my hat?"

"Yes, yes! Lipstick, lipstick... I'm really dizzy! Daphne, get out the lipstick you bought from France during the summer vacation!"

Karkaroff's trump card was played, and Hogwarts suddenly broke out in a riot. Of course, all of this was seen in his eyes, he stroked his goatee with extreme annoyance, his face was full of pride...

Krum glanced at his fanatical fans in Hogwarts, but there was no reaction, for no other reason, only hands-on...

He didn't know how many times he had seen such a scene. Every time he went to play a game, the audience reacted like this. He had already been calm.

"Although I don't pay much attention to Quidditch, it's really amazing to be able to compete for the world championship!"

Dumbledore's eyes were smiling, and his attitude of showing off facing Karkaroff remained unchanged.

To be able to train a student who can compete for the world championship during school is indeed a thing to show off for a principal. If he is a few dozen years younger, he might have this idea.

He is too old~www.readwn.com~ Counting this year, he has gone through 144 spring, summer, autumn and winter, and he can no longer be interested in showing off to others...

The two principals each had a ghost in their hearts, and Carl, who was standing in the crowd, staring at Krum, his brows were almost twisted into the word Sichuan. Naturally, he would not forget that it was Krum's sake that caused him to lose a hundred gold gallons, and he was distressed for a long time.

The meeting now made him feel even more depressed, ah, my poor little Qianqian~...

hateful!

Brother smelly, don't let me catch you in the Triwizard Tournament! If I am in a bad mood, I will catch you and feed Voldemort!

Carl got more and more angry here, while Dumbledore and Karkaroff were still fighting over there.

"Dumbledore, my old buddy... don't you have any good boy you want to introduce to me?

The Triwizard Tournament has been an excellent way for young wizards to establish friendship since ancient times...With this special experience, they will definitely go further with the help of each other in the future..."