DNF Meets Harry Potter

The next morning, Karl opened his eyes from the bed very punctually. Since his dimensional magic has become more and more sophisticated, his mother no longer needs him to stay up and procrastinate.

What did you say? He started off in an orphanage without a mother? emmm~...

Karl sat up, and the blue and white pajamas on his body quickly changed into a Hogwarts school uniform, and a sky blue tie was tied meticulously on his chest.

Both Alex and Philip looked at him enviously. Carl and Niyari probably only knew this kind of operation in Hogwarts.

"Alex, what class is this morning?"

During the wash time, Karl inadvertently asked a question. Because of the attack, many professors at Hogwarts have to participate in patrols. Some conflicted with the courses they were responsible for, and had to be replaced with other professors.

"It's Professor Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts class!"

Philip flipped through "I Can Magic" in his hand and reminded loudly.

"That's it, I understand!"

Carl replied.

"Aren't you planning to skip class again? It's strange to say that Professor Lockhart is too talkative. He never said you don't go!"

Alex interjected, he really didn't understand.

"Maybe it's because Professor Lockhart thinks I'm more handsome!"

Carl made a face at the two of them and joked with a grin.

"Cut! Shameless!"

The two put down the magic book in their hands at the same time, and gave Carl a middle finger.

"Forget it, I'd better go. It's good to hear Lockhart tell stories once in a while!"

Carl opened a drawer that hadn't been touched for a long time, took out a few textbooks from it, and blew the dust on them.

Carl had been prepared to listen to stories all afternoon, but to his surprise, Lockhart didn't do so during class.

Although there was a lot of bragging in it, he did teach the second-year little wizards some necessary magic knowledge.

Carl was a little surprised at first, but he was relieved when he thought of the magic books on display in Lockhart's office last time. Anyone has the ability to pursue magic to improve themselves, even if it is Lockhart's big Parallel imports are no exception.

"Harry~, come to my office after class, I need your help with something!"

Lockhart said to Harry, shaking his emerald green cloak flirtatiously before get out of class was over.

Harry suddenly wailed, these days there are a lot of letters from Lockhart's fans, because his handwriting is two points similar to Lockhart's, the other party often asks him to imitate his handwriting to write to those crazy female fans reply.

At the beginning, Harry readily accepted, because Lockhart was quite generous, adding at least 30 points to Gryffindor in one visit, which really pissed off the young wizards in other colleges. But later, there were more and more letters, and he wrote his hand sourly and even had cramps every day, so he naturally didn't want to go, but before he boasted in front of Lockhart, he said how many jobs he could take on this kind of scoring job. How much, it's not always good to refuse right now.

Lockhart was alright, but it was Professor Snape who was even more shameless. After he learned of this situation, he deducted more points from Gryffindor.

Ron patted Harry on the shoulder, suppressing a smile, with three parts gloating and seven parts encouraging in his eyes~...

"Oh~...".

Harry shook his head resignedly, knowing that he could not escape Dumbledore's clutches.

The bell for the end of get out of class rang on time, and Lockhart winked at Harry and ticked his fingers to signal him to follow.

Harry packed his books and moved his sore wrists. Now is not the time to be sad, and there is still a tough battle to be fought.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Lockhart threw the emerald green cloak he was wearing on the sofa. Then he immediately picked up a lot of letters from the desk and threw them to him, while he picked up a diary-like book with an old black cover and started writing and drawing.

"It's really unexpected that Lockhart still has the habit of writing a diary, but why does that diary look a little bit wrong, would Lockhart use such an old diary?"

Harry was sitting upright at the desk and writing the letter. His myopia was already deep enough. Taking off his glasses would basically make the difference between humans and animals, so of course he didn't want to add to the burden.

He inadvertently glanced at the diary in Lockhart's hand during the gap, feeling a little strange. Such an old diary doesn't fit Lockhart's style. Shouldn't his things be richly decorated?

"Maybe it's an old object that accompanied him growing up a long time ago~..."

Harry found a reason for the situation, stopped thinking about it, and began to concentrate on writing the reply. But for some reason, he felt his mind getting more and more dizzy, his upper and lower eyelids were constantly fighting, and the portraits of Lockhart that were all over the wall in front of him began to appear double, and then magnified.

Harry touched his head, the scar on his forehead seemed to have been touched by a red-hot wire, it was astonishingly hot.

"Harry, what's the matter with you? If you're sleepy, go to sleep, and you'll be fine when you wake up~, then you can be reunited with your parents, I wish you all a happy life down there..."

"Lockhart, it's you! That thing fell into your hands!"

Lockhart's smile began to blur in Harry's eyes, and finally, he passed out.

"Yes, I did everything. But so what? Who in the huge Hogwarts would trust the showy, pompous Professor Lockhart?

No one will discover the truth hidden in the fog at Hogwarts this year after I quietly pass another month and resign. At best, people would think that Professor Lockhart, who came to challenge him, also fell under the curse of the Dark Lord~...

But it doesn't matter, does it? Dumbledore is the only one in the wizarding world who has not been defeated by the Dark Lord~, at least I saved myself and retired. and this! That's enough~!

The final winner is only me~..."

Lockhart gently put down the diary in his hand, touched Harry's head and muttered to himself, although the words Tom Marvolo Riddle on it had been scratched, they were still clearly visible...

"Sleeping Quill~, it's mainly used to regulate study and rest time. Hmm~, it's a good gadget~, otherwise it will take me a little more effort, I can't practice the stun spell well enough~..."

With a little appreciation in his eyes, Lockhart picked up the quill that was down next to Harry's right hand, smiled lightly, then snapped it off and threw it into the trash can beside him...

Then he unhurriedly took out a small suitcase from under the sofa and opened it, and he stuffed Harry into the suitcase. Obviously, this suitcase had the same effect as Grandpa Newt's, both of which were powerful The sorcerer who has opened the light, oh no~ it should have cast the traceless extension spell.

Lockhart lightly tapped himself with his wand, and soon, he completely disappeared in the office.

Phantom curse! An advanced spell that he learned so hard from Tom! Just like that, Lockhart opened the door of the office with the suitcase in his hands and swaggered out, heading upstairs to the bathroom that had been abandoned for fifty years.

"Hiss~!" Lockhart rushed to the abandoned girls' bathroom as quickly as possible while holding the Disillusionment Charm. He spit out the eerie snake language from his mouth, and then the sink surrounded by a circle was spinning around. The entrance was opened again by him, and then he jumped without hesitation.

Passing through the dark and smelly underground pipes, it took him some time before he fell to the ground. Lockhart glanced at the dust and stains on his body with disgust, and subconsciously said "clean up". Carl's hand, he naturally solidified the cleansing spell on it, and soon Lockhart tidied up his clothes and walked towards the distance...

Carl, who was reading with gusto in the library, suddenly felt his pockets get hot, and his expression suddenly became serious.

"Tom, after Dumbledore left, have you absorbed enough vitality and you finally couldn't bear to attack Harry? But you are really there, my old friend, why do you like to leave without saying goodbye? Could it be that I entertained you?" week?

That being the case, that's good. This time, I will love you very much~..."

He calmly took out a roll of parchment from his pocket, inside which was a map of every room in Hogwarts, with the names of little wizards constantly moving on it, and the location of the secret room was highlighted by him with a five-pointed star marked.

This is a counterfeit product that he carefully made by imitating the Marauder's Map. Although it is a counterfeit, its functions are even stronger than the original version.

The map is projected through endless dimensions, coupled with the inspiration from the magic of Dimension·Kanhua Mirror, it can perfectly reproduce the function of the Marauder's map. On the way of retaining the original function, he even added a new warning function, which is just now that situation.

After Dumbledore left, he knew that sooner or later Tom would be unable to bear it. And according to the relationship between him and Harry's old enemy, he will definitely not let Harry go on the day he tries to resurrect in vain, and there is nothing more wonderful than using the death of the Boy Who Lived to announce his resurrection.

Whether it is sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle or sixty-year-old Voldemort, their ultimate goal is to rule the wizarding world. And Harry Potter is the person who hinders them the most on this road, for this reason, at all costs, they must be eliminated!

Therefore, after the attack happened half a month ago, Carl still couldn't find any clues, so he gave up and didn't bother to look for it.

Tom was once bitten by a snake and afraid of well ropes for ten years. Except for the first time he caused some troubles and was easily settled by him, he never left any clues.

So he made such a special Marauder's map, like last year, and used Harry Potter as a bait to lure him into the bait, because Carl knew that Harry's life was relatively hard, and he had protective magic attached to his body It's unlikely that Tom will kill him, but he can last him.

"Lockhart turned out to be you?!

It seems that I really underestimated you. I dared to cooperate with the Dark Lord in pursuit of power. Should I say you are brave or stupid? "

Looking at the two eye-catching names in the center of the secret room on the parchment, Karl sneered disdainfully. Is power so easy to obtain? If you seek skin from a tiger, you will only be swallowed by the tiger, including the belt and bone, and there will be no dregs left.

After figuring it all out, Carl returned the book with incredible speed, not using Apparation to move quickly to the bathroom, because he still had to save the strength to beat Tom and the maddened Lockhart. With the wind under his feet, he ran quickly towards the castle.

At the same time, he took out another piece of ancient parchment. I started writing on it with my spiritual will.

"Niari, I really didn't expect that Lockhart opened the secret room. Afraid of any accidents, I'll go over there, come here quickly! 』

Like a diary, the traces of Karl's writing and drawing on it quickly disappeared, and then he put the parchment away with his backhand.

"Hiss~!"

Coming to Myrtle's bathroom door again, Karl opened the door as quickly as possible. Ignoring the Myrtle who just came home and was screaming because she was scared by him, he quickly took out a small projector from his pocket, reopened the entrance to the secret room, and did not hesitate like Lockhart jumped in.

Karl was traveling through the dark, damp, and constantly emitting stench at a very high speed, relying on his own memory, and soon, the faint sound of water entered his ears.

After he landed, he plundered towards the second portal.

When he walked into the secret room, black water flowed from the mouth of the huge snake-shaped statue, and the sound of rushing slowly entered his ears, and the dark ceiling was still soaring into the sky...

At the end of the passage, before the ugly Salazar Slytherin, a figure in an emerald green robe and cloak turned his back to him with outstretched arms...

Karl put away the walnut wand in his hand, and at some point, the dazzling golden wand floated behind him. The school uniform on his body also slowly deformed, and the moon-white brilliance enveloped his whole body...

As if he heard the loud noise from the opening of the secret room behind him, Lockhart turned his head suddenly, and saw Carl, who was facing countless details on his body, his eyes widened suddenly, and his expression became extremely panicked. Don't forget how Carl and Snape had a hard time fighting each other.

He gestured in a panic and said with a smile. "Carl, you~ why are you here?"

"Why, Professor Lockhart can be here. Why can't I?

Professor Lockhart really didn't brag, you really are the person who knows the Chamber of Secrets best at Hogwarts~..."

Carl said with a smile as usual, but in Lockhart's eyes, the smile was so cold and piercing...