Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

Right in front of him, Moody was staring at him with his magic eye.

"It's you!"

Karkaroff stared at Moody with hatred, his eyes clenched with teeth. It seemed as if he could spit out flames, and the force was so great that it seemed as if he could break all his teeth.

"It's me!" Moody glared back without showing any weakness: "Hello again, Karkaroff."

"The last time we met was more than ten years ago, but it feels like it happened yesterday."

Moody sounded like he was talking to an old friend, but Karkaroff didn't see it that way.

As expected, Moody changed the subject and looked at Karkaroff sarcastically: "I'll throw you into Azkaban like a dead dog."

It was Moody who spent six months chasing and capturing Karkaroff. The former Auror who captured him left a deep shadow in Karkaroff's heart.

Moody glanced at Karkaroff's clenched fists and snorted disdainfully.

"From now on, I will always watch you, stare at you, and keep an eye on you. I know that you have always maintained contact with those dark wizards. If you make any small moves and I catch you, I will definitely arrest you again, and take you back to Azkaban. I promise."

Moody pressed on, and Karkaroff retreated rapidly until his back was pressed against the wall with nowhere to go.

"I can catch you once and I can catch you twice."

"That's where you should be, surrounded by darkness and despair."

Moody said grimly.

"I'm telling you, I'm not afraid of you!" Karkaroff shouted at Moody, but his tone didn't sound confident.

He had personally experienced Moody's strength and was no match for him. Even though the wizard was an old wizard with a limp and missing eyes, he still wasn't sure of himself.

Although wizards do not become more powerful as they get older, those who were once the elite among the Aurors are certainly not weaker even now that they are old.

The Durmstrang students behind Karkaroff looked at each other in bewilderment. It was the first time they had seen their headmaster in such an awkward state.

"Oh, really? Haha." Moody said with no objection, gave Karkaroff a meaningful smile, and walked away from him with his crutches.

It was not until Moody's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor that Karkaroff breathed a long sigh of relief, then glared at the place where the other party disappeared with a distorted face.

'This haunted old dog!'

Chapter 270 The caster must maintain sufficient curiosity about any unknown things

To be honest, Dudley had no real interest in participating in the Triwizard Tournament.

If the Death Eaters still tampered with the Goblet of Fire according to the plan in his memory, Dudley wouldn't mind being teleported along to give Voldemort a surprise.

A weakened Voldemort is by any means easier to deal with than the Dark Lord in his prime.

I just wonder if our senior Tom is in the baby state now.

Dudley, who was about to leave the restaurant, suddenly stopped and his expression suddenly became strange.

The system, which had not been online for a long time, finally gave him a big task this time.

'The caster must be curious enough to know anything unknown - to win the Triwizard Tournament and touch Voldemort's nose.'

Touch Voldemort's nose?

So the question is, does Voldemort have a nose?

Or should I press one on his face?

Is the system going to cause trouble?

"Dudley, what's wrong?"

Seeing Dudley standing there without moving, Hermione also stopped and turned to look at him with a puzzled look on her face.

"I suddenly want to do something"

"what?"

"Participate in the Triwizard Tournament."

Hermione was not surprised to hear Dudley's words.

Dumbledore just said that the Goblet of Fire will select the best wizards from the three schools.

Who is the best young wizard at Hogwarts?

It had to be Dudley.

This is a fact recognized throughout Hogwarts.

At this moment, Harry suddenly poked half of his head out from the corner of the door: "Brother D, Cedric said he wants to participate."

Cedric Diggory, the rising star of Hufflepuff and an excellent member.

Of course, he was also the first little wizard to join the disciplinary group besides the original six members.

According to the original plot, Cedric represented Hogwarts in the Triwizard Tournament, was teleported to Little Hangleton Churchyard with Harry, and was then killed by Wormtail.

"Tell him he doesn't stand a chance."

Dudley said calmly, took out a piece of parchment and wrote a few words on it, then walked towards the "age line" that Dumbledore had just drawn.

The age line that should have reacted seemed to not exist, and just let Dudley walk in and throw the parchment with his name on it into the Goblet of Fire.

The whole process was completed in one go and was very smooth.

The blue-white flame in the Goblet of Fire seemed to burn even more vigorously.

"As expected of Mr. Dursley."

The little wizard who was still in the restaurant saw this scene and exclaimed in admiration from the bottom of his heart.

Professor Dumbledore had just said that one must be 17 years old to register, but it had not been long since then, and Mr. Dursley had already dispelled this statement with practical actions.

There had been nothing so far that Mr. Dursley could not do.

After Dudley left, there were also some young wizards who did not meet the age requirement and wanted to imitate him. Unfortunately, without exception, the moment they stepped into the "age line", they were bounced away by a mysterious force.

It is impossible to complete the registration.

The next day, the morning light was dim, the morning sun was just beginning to appear, and spots of light appeared at the junction of heaven and earth.

It was another foggy day, a very common weather at Hogwarts.

The students of Durmstrang got off the huge ghost ship from their lounge early.

Since Durmstrang is located in an extremely cold place, the students who go to school there have developed a good habit of exercising in the early morning, so the students of Durmstrang are all very strong.

Karkaroff glanced at the Hogwarts Castle, which was still silent as ever, and a smile appeared unconsciously on the corner of his mouth.

Compared to the diligent Durmstrang students, the Hogwarts students are really too lazy.

'Have you students at Hogwarts ever seen the sky at six in the morning? We students at Durmstrang have, every day.'

This is the gap between the two schools.

Durmstrang is sure to win the Triwizard Tournament.

Viktor walked in front of the Durmstrang students and started running as the leader. As a professional Quidditch player, he was the tallest, with neat and clean short hair. Years of exercise made his muscles well-defined.

Victor didn't run more than two steps before he suddenly stopped and listened. He seemed to hear a voice coming from a distance.

"What is it, Viktor?"

Karkaroff asked in confusion as he looked at Viktor who had stopped.

"I heard some noise, it seemed like it was running like us."

The good boy Victor answered honestly.

"How can it be"

Karkaroff said disdainfully: "The people at Hogwarts are all lazy, a bunch of guys who only know how to enjoy themselves."

However, as soon as he said this, his face turned very ugly.

Because he heard that voice too.

"I'm hungry"

This time the sound was much closer and clearer.

The wizards of Durmstrang School looked at each other in bewilderment.

They heard it, it was not an illusion. Along with this shout, a uniform voice rang out.

That sound is so familiar. It's running!

I saw several agile figures emerging from the thick fog.

A man who was more muscular than Viktor and looked like a bodybuilding coach was leading the way, followed by two little wizards who were no less big than Viktor, and then there were several more figures.

It's Dursley, Potter and Longbottom!

Victor recognized the identities of several people.

"Ya (one) hungry (two) Ya (one), Ya (one) hungry (two) Ya (one), Ya (one) hungry (two) sprinkle (three) look (four)"

"Ya (one) hungry (two) sprinkle (three) look (four)!"

Dudley took the lead in shouting slogans, and the people behind him followed suit.

Everyone trotted over to Victor and the others.

"Morning exercise?"

"Uh-huh."

Victor nodded blankly. He clearly saw the dense sweat on everyone's body, which was a sign of having been exercising for a long time.

"Come on, we're done, see you in the cafeteria later."

"Okay." Victor nodded hesitantly.

Dudley patted Viktor on the shoulder and left with the members of the disciplinary team.

It was not until they completely disappeared that Viktor woke up from his dream.

The brief contact just now made him clearly feel the explosive power of the other party.

Yesterday, we were all wearing robes so we couldn’t see it clearly, but today we could clearly see each other’s strong pectoral muscles, which bounced with every footstep.

If this is to play Quidditch

No matter where you put it, it's perfect.

It turns out that Hogwarts also has morning exercises, and the time is even earlier than theirs.

Karkaroff had a gloomy face and looked very unhappy. He didn't say a word during the whole process.

'The sky at six in the morning?'

'Have you ever seen Hogwarts at four in the morning?'

Chapter 271 How many Harry Potters are there?

"Father is deliberately avoiding me."

While having breakfast, Draco didn't look very happy. He went to see Lucius last night to ask for clarification, but was turned away. He went again early this morning, but he was not there.

It was obvious that this was a sign that Lucius didn't want to see him.

"I guess there's a reason I can't let you know," Dudley said as he swallowed an egg in one gulp, explaining to Lucius.

It was obvious that old Malfoy didn't want young Malfoy to get involved, but Draco was already in the game and Lucius couldn't stop him.

To put it bluntly, if Voldemort returns, will he let Draco go and not pull him into the Death Eater camp?

Just kidding.

“How many people put their names in?”

Harry drank a full glass of milk and burped loudly.

"All representatives from Durmstrang," Ron replied, his eyes barely leaving the Goblet of Fire.