DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Original~, it turned out to be Mr. Harris, what a coincidence~..."

On the surface, Quirrell began to stutter again, but in his heart he wished that Carl would die sooner.

"Master, what if this brat goes to tell Dumbledore what we should do?" He was a little panicked now, and hurriedly asked his boss for help.

"Idiot! That kid thought it was me and not you that night, and you haven't exposed yet! Just play with him and find a chance to kill him secretly!" Voldemort's voice rang in Quirrell's ear, thinking how he had found such a Mentally retarded men.

"Yeah, it's quite a coincidence. But didn't Professor Quirrell ask for a week's leave, why did he come back so early?"

Carl smiled, no longer thinking about other reasons, and concentrating on acting is the right way.

"Your body is fine...it will come back naturally...you can't keep bothering Professor Snape..."

Quirrell stumbled and explained.

"So, Professor Quirrell must pay attention to his body, and he must not exhaust himself from work..."

Carl hypocritically reminded Quirrell to be safe.

"Thank...thank you Mr. Harris...for your concern."

Here, Quirrell also responded with a half-smile.

If other professors and students read it, they will basically admire the beautiful picture of harmony between teachers and students. But in fact, both of the parties involved put one hand under the table at the same time, and the wand was tightly pinched to the hand hidden under the table, wishing to let the other party die on the spot immediately.

But there is no way, both of them have ghosts in their hearts, and they are both greedy for the body of the Philosopher's Stone. Even if the enemy is on the opposite side, you can only endure and act with the other party.

Craig also brought up Quirrell's lunch at this moment.

"Professor Quirrell, please use it slowly." It bowed and left.

Carl seems to be eating leisurely with a knife and fork, but in fact all his attention is on Quirrell. He didn't dare to bet on whether that lunatic Voldemort would lose his mind and ask Quirrell to do it directly. To be on the safe side, it's better to pay attention.

But fortunately, after he finished eating, Quirrell didn't make any moves.

Carl stood up and wiped his mouth, smiled at Quirrell, "Professor Quirrell, I still have class in the afternoon, so I'm leaving first."

Carl, who walked out of the kitchen, leaned against the wall and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It was really a bit scary just now. Two people who were almost immortal could sit on the same table and pretend to be a snake.

Carl clenched his wand tightly, looking at the fruit flower, wishing he could throw a few ultimate explosions right now and blow up the kitchen and kill this damn Quirrell.

"Calm down, calm down! Anyway, the final exam is approaching, and Quirrell won't be able to live long, so let him play around for a few days."

After a few deep breaths and psychological hints, Carl finally suppressed the idea of ​​blowing up Quirrell directly, and then went straight to the library.

When you are in a bad mood in this era, reading a book is the best choice to soothe your mood.

When he came to the library, Karl chose a seat where he often sat, leisurely picked up a certain wizard's adventure biography, and read it with relish.

In this era when there is no mobile phone, no DNF, LOL, CF or even Xiaobawang, he really can't think of any other ways to pass the time.

As for the sport of Quidditch, which is only suitable for young wizards with excess energy, he has no interest in it at all, otherwise he would not have rejected Roger Davis, the team captain of his own academy, and even in the end Even Professor Flitwick's presence failed to impress him.

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"Harry, Ron, go!"

Carl heard Miss Know-it-All's roar from a long distance away. Since the last troll incident, the three of them have formed an unbreakable organization.

"I'm coming……"

"Don't pull me!"

Outside the library, Hermione and her two useless men were struggling to walk.

Compared to her enthusiasm, Harry and Ron looked downcast. They really didn't want to come to the library to read. However, because the final exam was approaching, Hermione had to forcefully drag her away.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I want you to remember that no noise is allowed in the library!"

Mrs. Pince stood at the door with a strict face and said.

The little witch blushed a little, and immediately lowered her voice to apologize: "Sorry, Mrs. Pince, I was just a little too excited."

"I hope it won't happen again next time."

Mrs. Pince warned the three of them again before they made way.

Harry and the others sat down next to Carl holding a large stack of books with sad faces, and began to prepare for the end-of-term review.

At this time, Hermione noticed that what Carl was holding was not related to the course, but a biographical novel.

"Carl, why are you still reading this kind of novel? The final exam is coming soon, we should hurry up and review now."

Perhaps because she was warned by Mrs. Pince just now, Hermione didn't speak too loudly this time.

"Huh? It's just the final exam of the first grade. The professors should have already learned what they taught. Do you still need to review? It's not O.W.L and N.E.W.T."

Facing Miss Know-It-All's question, Carl smacked his lips, and replied endlessly without surprise.

"O.W.L and N.E.W.T are high-level exams!"

"Carl, you are really confident!"

Harry and Ron rolled their eyes, expressing that they didn't understand the world of a top student.

"Is it difficult? I think it's normal."

Carl was a little strange, because when he reached that grade, the two exams were really easy.

"Don't think about it, you two hurry up and review. Ron, if you only get a P (poor) or even a D (bad) in the end. Believe me, your mother will never let you during the summer vacation. It's good."

Hermione warned Ron again, who couldn't help but shudder at the thought of his mother's rage when she saw his final grade of D.

"Pfftch~..."

Harry was a little gloating, he wasn't under that pressure, the Dursleys would have liked him to drop out of school.

"Harry, and you, don't laugh! You are the lifelong enemy of the mysterious man, you should study hard, so that you will have the capital to fight against him in the future!"

Hermione was a little dissatisfied seeing the two people's lack of progress.

"Don't panic, the first grade exam is very easy, an O (outstanding) is like playing, and an E (exceeding expectations) should be there, right?"

Carl suppressed his smile and comforted the couple who had been crushed by Hermione.

"How can it be that simple? Except for Professor Binns, other professors are very strict, even Professor Sprout who loves to laugh the most. Not to mention the super strict Professor McGonagall and the eccentric Snape Professor."

Before the two could be happy, Hermione's words directly shattered the hearts of the two of them.

Thanks to the heavy gunner under the starry sky, the adoptive father of the sewer team, and the super small Junjun, the three book friends who gave a reward of 100 starting coins, and thank the book friends Fengyue for sharing the reward of 500 starting coins (*︶*). .:*