DNF Meets Harry Potter

Saturday morning.

Professor McGonagall and Filch looked stern and cold, standing at the gate like two door gods, "Please obediently hand over the application form to me and Mr. Filch, don't take chances, I want to muddle through!"

Carl, who was queuing up, listened to Professor McGonagall's instructions, and subconsciously turned his gaze to Harry, and as expected, he saw a very helpless but slightly annoyed expression on Harry's face.

Carl had seen this expression many times in his long study life in his previous life. It is often seen in people who are chased by the teacher to hand in their homework in the early morning of Monday, and who obviously haven't written a word but try to use their brains to tell the teacher that they left in a hurry in the morning so that they can get away with it.

Oh, this is such a sad story. Carl remembered the scene where he forgot to do his homework because he was so excited about playing games, and then he simply took the risk and played with the head teacher, and was directly exposed.

Alas~, thinking of it is full of tears.

Carl leisurely lined up, but the transcendental perception's attention was always on Harry. In his sight, Harry had been clutching the application tightly, with hesitation written all over his face, and he automatically took a few steps back when it was almost his turn in the queue.

It had been a long time since he had seen such a vacillating situation, and he was quite nostalgic.

Everything was unspoken, when the little wizards who were full of expectations submitted their application forms and passed 70% to 80%. Finally, Harry couldn't hide anymore, and he walked towards Professor McGonagall step by step very anxiously.

"Professor McGonagall, my aunt and uncle~...

Umm...they, they oh...they forgot to sign my application. Can I, um~..."

After handing the application form to Professor McGonagall, Harry couldn't help blushing. He lowered his head and licked his lips with his tongue uneasily, and kept fiddling with the hem of his clothes with his fingers.

But, as Ron thought yesterday. Who is Professor McGonagall? She valued the rules more than anything else, how could she let Harry get away with being cute just under her nose?

If she was younger, she might turn a blind eye, but times have changed.

She is no longer the little witch dancing under the flowerbed, but, um~, you know...

Professor McGonagall took the application form from Harry's hand, frowned and glanced at it. There was no doubt that the place belonging to the guardian's signature was blank.

"Then~...if you sign, then...

Do you think it's okay, I mean I think you can~... can I, can I?"

Harry lowered his head lower, fiddling with his fingers uneasily, speaking incoherently.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Potter~..." Professor McGonagall stuffed the application form back into Harry's hand, and said in a somewhat gentle tone: "But you can't go without signing the opinion form, this is the rule~..."

"But, you know. My uncle and they are all Muggles~...they don't understand anything about the wizarding world~..." Seeing Professor McGonagall walking away, Harry hurriedly chased after him Going up, he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart: "If you sign, I can~..."

"But I think you also understand that I won't do this~..." Professor McGonagall was not moved by it at all: "This must be done by parents or guardians! And I am neither~..."

"I'm sorry, but I have to do this~..."

Professor McGonagall took two steps, then turned around and patted Harry on the shoulder apologetically.

"What a poor baby, obviously Lily is alive, there is nothing I can do~..."

Carl glanced pityingly at Harry, who was sitting beside him with a gloomy face. As he expected, Professor McGonagall was still as rigid as ever.

"Well~, I think we can bring Harry some more things back later~..."

Hermione tugged on Lakar's sleeve and said with some regret. Carl spread his hands helplessly, and then followed the pace of Professor McGonagall.

Harry went back the same way alone with his head down and sullenly. Although he had expected this situation a long time ago, it was still very uncomfortable when it actually happened.

"Ouch~!"

"Which bastard hit me?! You don't have eyes when you walk!"

Walking, at a corner, he suddenly bumped into another person head-on. When Harry stood up and took a look, Nayari, who was wearing a long purple dress, was looking at him extremely uncomfortably.

"I'm sorry, Nayari! I lost my mind!"

Harry rubbed his sore forehead and immediately apologized to Niari.

"Oh~, you! Forget it~...

Isn't today Hogsmeade open day? Why didn't you go with them? "

Naiyali pouted, the other party was so sincere, what could she do, of course, she forgave him.

"My uncle and the others didn't sign it for me, so I was driven back by Professor McGonagall~...

Hey, by the way, why are you here? "

Thinking of that nasty Aunt Marge at the end of July still made Harry angry. He glanced at Naiyali again, and asked with some doubts, this is not the place where second-year wizards should come.

"Of course I'm going to Hogsmeade! I heard that there are more candy shops of all kinds there, and the quality is higher than that in Diagon Alley!"

At the mention of candy, Naiyali's eyes lit up.

"Isn't the college a rule that you must be at least a third year to go out? Besides~... how do you go out? You must know that there are dementors guarding all the entrances of Hogwarts now, which is much stricter than usual."

There was a glint of hope in Harry's eyes, and he hesitated, asking a new question.

"Dementors? Even that group of things can stop me? Stop kidding!

As for how to get out, it's even simpler. I know a secret way, do you want to come together? When I get outside, I can directly use Apparition to find Karl and the others~..."

After all, Naiyali mysteriously took out a roll of ancient parchment from her pocket.

"Is this a map?"

Harry couldn't help poking the parchment with his finger, it was the first time he had seen such a thing.

"Almost, the little thing Carl and I made last year."

Naiyali said vaguely, and then opened the parchment on her own. Soon, black ink stains appeared on it, and then they interweaved together a picture scroll of Hogwarts, on which many names were constantly moving, and several secret passages leading to the outside and Slytherin's secret room were used. Outlined by a particularly striking colored imprint.

"This! This is the gadget you are talking about? It's amazing!

It is simply a 360° surveillance camera with no dead angle! "