DNF Meets Harry Potter

At night, the starry sky is bright.

At this time, Harry had just slipped out of the restricted area wearing the Invisibility Cloak, but his luck was obviously not as good as Carl's, and he didn't find any consequences after searching all night.

He even touched an extremely evil magic book that Hermione had warned him to seal up in the restricted area——"Secrets of Advanced Dark Arts". tear it off.

But what surprised him was that nothing happened after the book was accidentally knocked open by him and fell to the ground, as if it was just an ordinary magic book.

How did he know that the evil spirit in the magic book had already been cremated after provoking Karl, not even the ashes remained.

"Severus, listen to me..." Quirrell stammered towards Snape, trying to say something.

"There's nothing to explain, Quirrell! You don't want me to fight you!"

With a dark face, Snape grabbed Quirrell by the collar and pushed him against the wall. He promised Lily at Christmas that he would protect Harry Potter well.

He found this Quirrell very strange from the beginning.

"Severus, I don't know anything, you must have misunderstood."

Quirrell continued to argue.

"On the contrary, I think you, Professor Quirrell, know exactly what you're doing."

Under Harry's surprised eyes, Carl's figure gradually emerged from bottom to top.

"Why is Carl here? He also blocked Professor Quirrell with Snape."

Harry quickly covered his mouth, trying not to make a sound.

"Hmph, it turned out to be Mr. Harris. I said how could someone be so bold as to openly appear in front of the professor while he was sleeping."

"Also, what do you think of the Christmas present I gave you?"

When Snape saw Carl's figure, he snorted coldly to express his disdain, and then smiled sinisterly.

"Professor Snape, the canned herring you sent tastes very good. It took me a lot of effort to suppress the explosion. It took me a lot of effort. I drained your wallet and you took mine It's really good to squeeze the body dry, and here I thank you and your family..."

"It's an exchange of equal value, but you actually did such a shameless thing. I feel a little guilty for giving you a coat on Christmas."

There was a lot of malice hidden under Carl's smile.

At this time, Harry finally knew why Carl looked like he was about to die two days ago. It turned out that Snape had tricked him, no wonder he didn't even dare to go to the school hospital.

Then again, what the hell did Carl do to Snape? How do you say that he drained his wallet dry?

Harry was getting more and more curious now, and his curiosity overwhelmed his fear of being caught by the old bat at the moment.

He gently moved the invisibility cloak, wanting to go to the corner to watch secretly.

At this moment, Snape seemed to have noticed something, let go of Quirrell, and stretched out his right hand to grab where he was.

Carl also moved his gaze, in fact he already knew where Harry was. He also wanted to reveal these things to him on purpose. After having these things, he can use Harry Potter’s small vault. If Harry knows that his mother has been resurrected by Carl, he will definitely come up with a lot of shiny ones. The little cutie gave it to him.

"Da da da……"

At this time, there was another sound of footsteps, accompanied by a few meows.

Karl frowned, Filch is here, this is troublesome, forget it, let's slip away first.

"Goodbye, Professor Snape, let's talk next time. I hope you can be more honest next time, and don't engage in those fancy tricks!"

Carl quietly disappeared at the end of the corridor with his last words.

After Filch came to report the situation, Snape and Quirrell also left one after another.

Harry wandered around the castle when he had nothing to do, and finally came out once at night, he must explore the secrets of Hogwarts.

Then a huge mirror suddenly appeared in front of him, and he didn't find this mirror even when he came to this place during the day.

Harry walked over curiously. The little boy in the mirror had the same expression as him, but two figures gradually appeared, one left and one right.

He couldn't recover for a long time just by looking at it.

"Mom..., Dad..."

He touched his shoulder in some confusion but found that there was nothing, and when he came back to his senses, he ran frantically towards the Gryffindor dormitory.

After Harry left, Carl's figure suddenly appeared in front of the mirror, and he stretched out his hand to touch the smooth and cold mirror.

"Mirror, mirror, tell me who is the most handsome man in the world."

Then he flipped his wrist, and an eighty sledgehammer appeared.

Carl's eyes were fixed on the mirror, and the sledgehammer worth 80 in his hand was raised in the air like this, as if if the mirror showed him something bad, he would make a final decision.

What Carl originally thought was that he would see in the mirror the ultimate mystery of controlling the eleven great magicians, transcending life and death, becoming the god of magic, and wandering in endless dimensions.

But unfortunately, none of these appeared in the mirror.

The blond-haired and blue-eyed little boy in the mirror gradually turned into a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy with black hair and dark elf-like eyes, not at all similar to Karl now, and the dark corridor has also turned into a bright living room.

A small dining table is filled with a variety of Chinese dishes, including braised pork, Sixi balls, chicken stewed with mushrooms, steamed sea bass, sweet-skinned duck, chicken feet with pickled peppers, etc.

A middle-aged woman who still has a charm is wearing an apron and is serving the last dish of chicken soup. The boy in the mirror ran back to the room excitedly, took out a big red envelope and placed it on the table. Judging from the EMS and festive bright red on the packaging, it is obvious that this is an admission letter from a certain university.

The boy carefully opened the cover with a knife, and the middle-aged man and woman next to him were also happily talking about something, with a look of relief on their faces, and two pairs of chopsticks kept picking up vegetables in his bowl. In this scene, although the mirror showed a silent film, Carl could still clearly feel the happiness on their faces.

Because the boy in the mirror is himself!

Two lines of clear tears slipped silently from the corners of his eyes...

A hand was put on his shoulder at some point, Carl turned his head and saw that it was the old bat Snape.

The magic power of the dimension instantly evaporated the tears on his face, he couldn't make a joke in front of the old bat.

Snape didn't say a word, his face was expressionless. Seeing Carl's appearance, it was rare for the first time that he didn't open his mouth to sneer like adding insult to injury.

At the same time, I also feel puzzled, such a god-defying thing like death and resurrection, this damn brat can easily do it, what else in this world can actually make him feel sad.

Ask for a ticket (`)

Now my mentality is a bit explosive, and books with lower grades than mine can be recommended, so why don’t I? !

Seriously, I'm a little lemony.