DNF Meets Harry Potter

"In the middle ages more than a thousand years ago, in order to escape the bad luck of being hunted down by the Holy See, young wizards would choose to restrain their magical power, but due to the lack of guidance, they did not learn to control and control their own power, so they derived suspense. Creature - "Obscurus" that controls the magical power of darkness

Listening to Harry's question, Hermione was silent for a while, recalled the information about Momoran in her mind, and replied with some worry.

"The little wizard suppresses the derivatives of his own power? It sounds like a bad look~..."

Ron also leaned over at this moment, and took up the conversation.

"Yes, it's bad. It's an extremely unstable, uncontrollable black magic creature that moves extremely fast, and will leave its body after the host dies and attack others. The worst point is that in the wizard Among the historical records, there is no case to prove that the Obscure can live beyond the age of 10, except for the incident that happened in the United States in 1920~..."

Hermione glanced at Lupine who was also very worried, and told the two of the serious consequences of this situation.

"That's okay, count the time, isn't Karl already thirteen years old this year?"

After hearing the news that the Obscure would not live to be ten years old, Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Unknowingly, a fine layer of cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and then he wiped it carelessly as if relieved.

"Not necessarily, some talented little wizards can counteract the silence in their bodies after such a situation~...

And this is the worst situation I can think of~…”

Hermione shook her head. If she hadn't read the deeds of the first generation of Dark Lord Grindelwald in the library, she might think so.

"Hermione, don't think so much, maybe it's just a coincidence~..."

Harry forced an ugly smile from the corner of his mouth. He knew that if Carl couldn't be considered as a genius, the remaining little wizards in Hogwarts would probably be idiots.

Lupine's Boggart test is still going on, but it can be seen that he is a little anxious now, and the pace is much faster than before.

Soon it was Harry's turn. Unexpectedly, the Boggart didn't choose to turn into a dementor to frighten him, but turned into a strange man in black.

"Interesting boy, we meet again~..."

He walked out of the closet, a white bone hand stretched out from his sleeve that was lingering with a faint black air, and the jet-black wings on his back bloomed like a peacock spreading its tail.

"Death~..., god of death!!"

Then Harry's performance was even worse than Carl's. At least Carl was able to beat the Boggart back, but Harry just passed out.

"I'm so sorry, students.

Today's practical class is here first, I think I have to go to the school hospital now~..."

Lupine angrily stopped in front of the fainted Harry, smashing the Boggart into a plume of black smoke instantly with a blow, and then hurriedly squatted down and picked Harry up and went straight to the school hospital. Hermione and Ron followed closely.

...

Madam Pomfrey, who heard the footsteps, walked briskly from the side of the ward, looked at Harry in Lupin's arms, and asked in shock and concern, "What's going on?"

As she spoke, she helped Lupine move the unconscious Harry to the hospital bed.

"It's a Boggart~..."

Lupine sat on the stool beside the bed, covered his head with his hands, and said with some guilt.

"What? Boggart again?!

Professor Lupine, how powerful is the one you caught~..."

Madam Pomfrey couldn't believe her ears at this moment, two little wizards were made like this by Boggart today.

"The situation is a bit special, that Boggart has become Moran and Reaper respectively, so~..."

Lupine took a deep breath, raised his head and wiped the cold sweat from his brow, he also had some doubts about life at the moment. How could Harry and Carl play so flamboyantly? One was silent, and the other even made death out of him.

But in fact, if he understood the true meaning of the chaos, he could understand why Karl lost his composure like that before.

"What? Obscurity and death?!" Madam Pomfrey heard Lupine's explanation, and she suddenly felt ill. "I think, I have to inform Professor Dumbledore later~..."

"Can you cure him, Madam Pomfrey? Also, do you know where Carl is?" At this moment, Hermione, who realized the seriousness of the problem, asked anxiously.

"Of course! He just fainted from some fright!" Madam Pomfrey nodded, "It's not easy to treat this kind of situation, but he may have to stay here for one night.

In addition, Carl is at the bottom, I checked that he is fine, but he said that he wants to be alone to think calmly, I think you should not bother him for the time being~, silently~..."

As she spoke, she asked a few people: "Help me up this child~..."

Lupine nodded, immediately got up from the chair and carefully lifted Harry up to half lie on the hospital bed. And Hermione took out a handkerchief from her pocket, folded it in half, and gently wiped the cold sweat that was constantly oozing from Harry's forehead.

Madam Pomfrey nodded in satisfaction, walked around the hospital bed, and when she came back again, there was a large transparent bottle in her hand, which was filled with light green potion.

Ron, who had been idling by the side with nothing to do, hurriedly held Harry's chin and assisted Madam Pomfrey in her work.

"Click~..."

The door of the school hospital was gently opened, and Naiyali, who was wearing a purple dress, walked in slowly.

"It seems that I came at the right time~, I think this thing may be what you need most now..."

The silver-haired girl smiled at a few people, glanced at Harry who was still lying on the hospital bed, put down a bottle of "Shining World Globe" on the bedside table, and walked into the innermost part of the school hospital step by step.

"Strange~...how did she know that Carl is in the innermost place~...could it be the legendary telepathy?"

Ron muttered, muttering to himself somewhat puzzled. The few of them didn't stop her, although Karl just asked Madam Pomfrey to say that he wanted to be alone.

But who is Nayari! They have the same last name!

At this moment, on the innermost hospital bed of the school hospital. Karl was half lying on the blue and white striped hospital gown, his face was as pale as a ghost.

"Immersed in tragedy and comedy, with despair as the highest joy, the indescribable evil god~... Nyarlathotep...

I~, will it be an experiment or a game of His? "

Carl's hands and feet were cold, and for the first time he began to think about the three major philosophical questions of who I am, where I come from, and where I am going.