DNF Meets Harry Potter

With Nyari and Carl plotting loudly, the school year finally comes to an end, while Dumbledore loudly announces the House Cup - Ravenclaw.

This result has long been a certainty, and Karl is not too surprised.

The moment Dumbledore announced the ownership of the Academy Cup, all Ravenclaws cheered. It was really uncomfortable to be the second child of Wannian. Feng Shui took turns, and finally came to their home this year.

Carl and Nayari also smiled and started clapping, both of them getting the most of the effort anyway.

After enjoying the last dinner at Hogwarts this school year, everyone reluctantly said goodbye to each other the next morning and stepped into the Hogwarts Express.

In a small box with only Carl and Nayali, the two sat opposite each other, and they were calculating their expenses and income for this school year.

"That old vampire, Snape, didn't pay off the debt until the end of this school year~. My damaged resurrection stone even planned not to pay me a penny, and said in a grand manner that he didn't ask for it. Me, this is all my own operation~, it’s really a dog~…”

Carl looked carefully at the Gringotts receipt in his hand, and said with great disgust.

"Tsk~... I actually spent so much money on clothes and shoes~..."

Naiyali pursed her lips, looking at the lists she had made, she felt a little unbelievable, she obviously didn't spend much money usually!

Hearing this, Karl gave her a blank look. He really had no choice but to have selective amnesia.

"It's okay, I sold the spider material for 4,000 galleons, Lockhart got another 10,000, Snape got 3,000, and the batch of Innsmouth and the basilisk wreckage hasn't been sold yet. ...

But it's still not enough! After making that Philosopher's Stone, there might not be much left! Next year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is a poor man, and he will depend on Dumbledore for help, it is impossible to get money from him~..."

Carl snapped his fingers, calculated step by step, and finally came up with a result that made him extremely uncomfortable.

Hearing this, Naiyali smiled awkwardly, and at the same time covered up the incomparably gorgeous sapphire necklace around her neck.

Perhaps because of the arrival of summer, the scorching sun scorched the earth, and the summer wind blew through, making Karl feel unreal.

I have spent so much money in Hogwarts with all my hard work, and I will almost become a pauper after a single design drawing.

"Oh~, don't worry about it, let's take one step at a time~..."

Carl sighed softly, put away the ledger helplessly, pressed his finger on the car window, and watched the trees passing by outside the window...

This troubled school year is finally over.

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A few days later, England, the North Sea.

The sky was gloomy, as if it would never see the light. Only when the light of thunder and lightning pierces the night sky can it bring some gleam...

This is a forbidden place that wizards never want to set foot on.

Because in the middle of the sea, there is a small island, which has the only and most terrifying prison in the wizarding world in England - Azkaban.

Endless dementors roared and glided across the island. They wore a cloak, as if soaked in water, and had scabbed palms. Their whole bodies looked no different from rotting corpses.

In the deepest part of Azkaban, two Aurors escorted Lockhart, who was blind-eyed, to a cell step by step~...

"This damn bastard! I didn't expect him to be such a person. It's a pity that my wife has been thinking about him before!"

A middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties, thin and thin, with thinning hair spat, opened the cell door viciously and pushed him in.

In a nearby cell, Sirius opened his eyes and crawled to the door of the cell with some difficulty when he heard some movement from the next door, muttering to himself: "It seems that a new person has come, and I don't know what he did Only then will he be imprisoned to such a depth~, he will be imprisoned for life~..."

After spending twelve years in Azkaban, the originally handsome Sirius was tortured by the dementors into skinny bones. A clump of dirty, wool-like hair covered his ears, and the sallow skin clings to the skeleton, with no muscle visible.

"I'm a master of magic! You can't do this to me! I want to sue you!"

Lockhart danced around in the cell as if he was insane, yelling at the top of his voice.

"What a lunatic! Want to get out here? Let's rot with these monsters!

Oliver, let's go! If it wasn't for this mission, I really wouldn't want to stay here for a moment! "

Beside the skinny Auror, a wizard who was about the same size as him waved his wand in disgust, driving away the dementors who approached them.

"Esther, what can we do? This trip is considered unlucky for us. There are so many people in the Ministry of Magic, and the task of escorting Lockhart to Azkaban falls on us, and we don't pay overtime pay!

Merlin was really upset that a poor guy like Weasley could win the big prize. A thousand gold Galleons is equivalent to our annual salary! "

Perhaps because of the unhappiness in his heart, the Auror named Oliver sourly raised the Daily Prophet in his hand.

"Okay, okay, don't talk so much. Let's go~, do you still want to stay in this ghost place?"

Estella tightened the coat on her body, even though it was July, the hottest time of the year, the coldness of Azkaban was still deep into the bone marrow~...

It is estimated that no one will visit Azkaban at this depth for several years, Sirius glanced out curiously. This look made him tear up. He clenched his fists with his withered fingers, which were only wrapped in a layer of skin, and beat hard on the cell door, making a piercing sound...

"Tsk tsk, Esther, look who this is? It turned out to be Master Black! The famous Sirius III back then! I still remember his haughty look at that time. How did he become such a ghost?"

Clutching the Daily Prophet in his hand, Oliver looked at the agitated Sirius with a sinister smile on his face.

Sirius didn't speak, but stared at the Daily Prophet in Oliver's hand with a pair of eyes sunk deep into his sockets. The hatred in his eyes seemed to condense into substance, making the surrounding temperature a little lower.

"What? Want to see it? But that's true, the outside world is so beautiful~, but you, a bastard who betrayed his friends, don't deserve it!" Oliver noticed Sirius' gaze, raised his eyebrows, and said playfully.

"Give it to him, Oliver~..." Esther said with some emotion, "Let him see the outside world, maybe it can arouse some happy emotions? You know, there are no newcomers in Azkaban recently ..."