DNF Meets Harry Potter

"It's fair, I didn't expect that you, an insidious little bastard, didn't set any traps on it, this really doesn't fit your character~..."

Seeing the quill floating towards him, Sirius shuddered, and couldn't help but think of the scene where he was drugged just now.

So he carefully read through the contract with not too much text several times, checked up and down for several minutes to make sure that there were no interlayers, and there were no inexplicable patterns on the paper that might represent other meanings. Broken Finger took a special contract quill from Karl - with blood as ink.

The moment the contract was signed, it suddenly shone brightly, and then split into two copies, which automatically and slowly floated towards the two of them.

"Am I just such a rogue in your mind? Although I don't think I'm a good person, I can't be a bad person either, right?

If you insist on choosing a camp, I think I should be in the chaotic neutral camp~..."

Karl took the contract that belonged to him with his cheek resting on his cheek, and said in a very speechless manner after carefully keeping it.

"Although I don't know how you got that cursed doll, it's definitely not too simple~..." Sirius said very disdainfully.

"By the way, where am I now?"

After signing the contract, he thought of such a question.

"Where else could it be? Of course it's Hogwarts, the place you most want to go to!

I spent a lot of time crawling through the tunnels to hide from those nasty dementors. "

Carl pouted and smiled innocently.

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's hurry to find that little wizard named Ron and solve this matter as soon as possible!"

Knowing that he was at Hogwarts now, Sirius became impatient. He wished he could rush to Ron right now.

"Peter's dying counterattack will definitely attract a lot of dementors. At that time, you just pray that they will listen to your explanation. I think they are more likely to directly suck you into life as a self-service milk tea. Jerky dog ​​meat~..."

After hearing what Sirius said like an idiot, Carl almost burst into pieces. I know you're eager for revenge, but let's think about it anyway. If so many dementors are torn up with them on the spot, the movement will still have an impact. It's no wonder that Fudge is not crazy, he has no interest in taking a trip to the Wizengamot~ ...

"By the way, you don't have a wand yet, do you? Use mine first~..."

Carl lay on the sofa and looked at the unkempt and unarmed Sirius opposite him and thought about it. He stood up and pointed behind him. The sofa behind him suddenly deformed and turned into a slender wand and returned to his hand.

"You turn your wand into a sofa and sit under your ass!

Hey! You are a fucking genius! "

Seeing this bizarre scene, the mocking smile on Sirius' face gradually disappeared. He thought he finally knew why Karl didn't pull out his wand just now. His feelings had changed and he was too lazy to stand up. He was too lazy to play. This wave of operations really made him amazed.

"Thank you for the compliment, although I always thought I was a genius. But it is still my honor to be praised as the sole heir of the Black family~..."

Carl also smiled and took it unceremoniously.

"You gave me your wand, so what do you do?"

Sirius looked at the wand floating over, and said in surprise. Although he was shocked by Carl's miraculous operation just now, he never thought that this guy would actually lend him his wand. After all, a wand that is always with him can be regarded as the wizard's second life. up.

"I turned my wand into a sofa, don't you understand?

Wand, wand...I haven't used it for a long time~..."

Facing this problem, Carl couldn't help but fell into the memory, as if he used either the Spirit of God or Lucia's Resentment when fighting. Although the walnut wand was held in his hand all day In fact, it has not been used much, and it has been used more as a template for performing transfiguration—turning it into various sofas, chairs and bedding for him to use...

"In every way, you are the most special little wizard I have ever met. But does your wand really work?"

Sirius complained verbally, but he still accepted the wand given by Carl, because he really needs a wand now, otherwise one day he would be unlucky and encounter Aurors and dementors who would perform Apparition No chance to run.

At the same time, he also asked suspiciously, because every time Ollivander sold a wand, he would warn the little wizards that it was the wand that chose the wizard—in fact, it was the reason for the fit...

"Don't worry, it will be very obedient, if you don't believe me, you can try it first~..."

Carl replied meaningfully, this wand has already been firmly controlled by him. Then he flipped his wrist slightly, and an identical walnut wand appeared in his hand, but Sirius knew that the wand he was holding in his hand was actually just a shape transformed by Transfiguration, without any spellcasting ability at all. .

However, he reckoned that from the point of view of this brat, it might not be a big deal, after all, being able to cast spells without a staff meant that he could do whatever he wanted!

"A wand of walnut? What a long memory!

Well, fluorescent flashes! "

Sirius took this wand belonging to Carl and looked at it carefully. Analyzing the material and length of the wand can give a great understanding of a wizard.

Then Ollivander whispered in his ears, that was when he was eleven years old.

"Intelligent wizards should try walnut wands first, as nine times out of ten they will be an ideal match. Walnut wands have always favored magically creative minds, possessing an unusual range of talents and adaptability.

Be aware, however, that some of them are difficult to handle and may refuse to cast enchantments that do not suit their nature. Of course, once the master's wisdom is enough to make them tame, they will obey any instructions of the master. This makes a walnut wand a deadly weapon in the hands of a wizard without moral responsibility, as their bad habits feed off each other.

So Mr. Black, I think you should try something else. "

Ollivander gently took back the walnut wand in his hand, and then gave him a hawthorn wand.

Hawthorn wands have complex, intriguing natures, as do those best suited to their owners. Hawthorn wands may be excellent for healing magic, but they are also particularly good at cursing, and are best suited to wizards with conflicted personalities or who are going through special inner struggles.

The old man's gaze was very accurate, in fact, it was exactly as he said. Eleven-year-old Sirius is going through the biggest tangle in his life, the honor bestowed by the pure-blood family and his truest thought - sorting!

Then he made up his mind to reject this wand, and chose another wand made of English oak—it would accompany the master through good times and bad times, and he was extremely loyal to the wizard. English oak wands are usually chosen for those of strength, courage and loyalty.

And the most young wizards in Gryffindor College are also oak wands...