DNF Meets Harry Potter

There were faint lights and shadows emerging from the blank wall. The professors looked at the content on it intently. The figure of Carl at the door of the long-abandoned girls' bathroom seemed to appear out of thin air and gently pushed open the door.

Snape looked at Carl with a strange face, and there was a hint of understanding in his deep eyes, while the faces of the other professors were full of weirdness. In the middle of the night, instead of doing business, he ran to the women's restroom. No matter how you look at it, it seems like a perverted behavior.

Nayali looked at Karl with a different color in her eyes. She gently stretched out her right hand to put Karl's waist, and twisted it hard. The latter trembled all over immediately, and Sisi sucked in the cold air, and it took her a long time to let go.

Carl, who had regained his senses, seemed to have noticed the strange eyes of the professors. He touched his cheek and coughed lightly, and said embarrassingly:

"Based on the conclusions I got from my investigation, I guessed that the entrance to the secret room was where the first victim was found. In fact, my guess was right..."

Carl in the light and shadow walked into the bathroom calmly and calmly like a veteran, then closed his eyes, and after about half a minute, the corner of his mouth raised a mysterious arc, he went straight to a faucet with a small snake carved on it, touched it, and took it out. A small tape recorder or something came out and the play button was pressed...

The faucet with the snake carved on it sank into the ground after a wild spin, and the cylindrical washbasin began to disappear, leaving only a huge water pipe in place...

Professor McGonagall looked at the pictures of the past in amazement. She never thought that the legend of the Chamber of Secrets actually existed.

Carl waved his hand lightly, passing unnecessary images. The body of the last serpent was reduced to ashes under the purple flames.

"This is~! A basilisk over a thousand years old?!"

Professor Flitwick exclaimed, the hand holding the wand was constantly shaking, there is still one of this extreme and terrifying magical creature that should have been extinct four hundred years ago in Hogwarts!

"I think, after discovering this kind of place, the first thing you should do is to inform the professors, instead of running down to check it alone. If you encounter any danger, then you will be in trouble!"

After the shock, Professor McGonagall lowered his face and said angrily.

"Minerva, come on, I think it's a good adventure, right?"

At this time, a smile finally appeared on Dumbledore's serious face. He looked at Carl, and smiled for him.

"Huh~ It seems that I am late, don't worry, there is no one in the magic world who knows how to crack black magic better than me, and I am the youngest honorary member of the Anti-Dark Magic Alliance!"

The familiar cheerful voice came from the corridor not far away, and the voice was too recognizable. Gilderoy Lockhart, who shied away from writing a reply letter for his fans and couldn't attend the Christmas dinner, has arrived...

"Oh? Really? Very good!

There is a Ravenclaw student who was cast by a dark wizard with evil black magic, and seven or eight out of ten of his life force has been drained, and he is now lying in the school hospital~... Then, what advice does Professor Lockhart have? "

Snape glanced at Lockhart and said coldly. He was very displeased with this guy who robbed him of his job and only made noise.

Lockhart was choked suddenly. He just said it later, but he didn't expect Snape to take it seriously. How does he know how to crack this high-end black magic? If he knows, he will take risks by himself. Does he need to sneak attack others with the Oblivion Curse?

"That's it? It seems that the youngest honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts League is nothing more than this~..."

Snape sneered in a drawn-out tone, not paying attention to Lockhart at all, let alone what Dumbledore couldn't do. Maybe the vampire in front of him has a solution, but according to his character of not seeing a rabbit or scatter a eagle, he will never lend a helping hand for a stranger who is of no use.

"Severus~, what we're going to discuss now is how to find out who made the attack and framed Carl..."

Dumbledore frowned and said in a deep voice.

"The truth of what happened fifty years ago has now come to light, Professor Dumbledore, perhaps Hagrid needs an apology..."

Nayali stared at the blood stains left on the ground, and said something abruptly.

"I think you are right~...but it will take some time. The man behind the attack still doesn't know which dark corner is hiding~. Regarding the secret room, please keep the professors secret and don't startle the snake. ~..."

Dumbledore pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said slowly after careful consideration.

"Severus, please come to the principal's office later, I have something to ask you..."

After Dumbledore finished his last sentence, he turned and left. The time he had been in contact with the victim just now was too short. He had to go to the school hospital to check to see if there were any other clues.

Carl successfully dispelled the doubts of the professors, but he was not happy at all. After all, he was too careless to cause the current situation.

Similar attacks, since Tom Riddle can do it once, there will definitely be a second or third time! The vitality of just one student is far from enough for him to complete the final resurrection!

"Tom, after all, I underestimated you. I obviously haven't done anything to you, but you started to do the work for me..."

Carl felt uncomfortable when he thought of this incident, and he couldn't help clenching his fists tightly. He has always been the only one who deceives others, when will it be others' turn to deceive him? And it's just a diary, I really think he's shameless!

"Carl, how about going to my office for a cup of afternoon tea later? It just so happens that my fans sent me a new type of black tea, which is said to taste quite good..."

Carl was debating whether to smash Tom to ashes after catching him or just crush him, when Lockhart's cheerful voice reached his ears, and then he felt an extra lump on his shoulder. hand.

"Business again!"

Carl's eyes lit up, and he immediately understood what Lockhart said, and he nodded immediately. After all, no one will really have trouble with money...

"Niali, can you go back first? I have to talk to Lockhart about something serious!"

...

Came to Lockhart's office again, apart from those gaudy portraits, Carl quickly noticed something on the table.

It was a wig with the same shape as Lockhart's. Carlton's eyes widened when he saw it. Could it be that Lockhart, who made research and sales of hair conditioner his lifelong goal, had a bald head? This is very interesting~...