DNF Meets Harry Potter

In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight sprinkled on Carl's cheeks through the window, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth with his eyes closed. The next second, the whole person threw off the quilt and flew into the air. By the time he landed, the loose pajamas on his body had turned into a black school uniform.

He yawned and stroked his fluffy hair, and left the dormitory after a quick wash.

At this time, enjoying a rich breakfast is a good choice.

Walking into the auditorium, today's Hogwarts is very noisy.

Whether it's the seniors who are about to graduate, or the young wizards who have just entered school, they are all discussing what happened last night intensely.

The Ministry of Magic moved faster than he had imagined, and the news spread to Hogwarts in just one night.

"It seems that Fudge is really concerned about this matter..." Carl looked around, and finally came to this conclusion with satisfaction.

At this time, the door suddenly opened, and a large number of owls were so black that they even covered most of the light projected from the starry sky dome.

Copies of the Daily Prophet were placed in the hands of every little wizard with incomparable precision. Obviously, this was also "sponsored" by the Ministry of Magic...

Because Karl himself didn't subscribe to this newspaper because he was stingy, but he also received one, and Niyali received two copies...

【Shock! Millicent's character design collapsed after taking office in the Ministry of Magic? The current Minister Fudge tried his best to turn Kuang Tao to clear up the grievances of the Azkaban fugitive Black?

The real culprit, Peter Pettigrew, under the persuasion of Minister Fudge, confessed overnight because of his deep sense of guilt? 】

Yes, very strong! Seeing the huge title on the cover, Carl almost spit out the milk he just drank in his mouth, the inside taste is too full.

The entire article is praising how hard it was for their great Minister Fudge to thoroughly investigate the injustice of the year. If Carl knew the truth, he would have almost believed in his evil.

Sure enough, what people see is what people want them to see...

"Oh my god! I didn't expect the final result to be like this!"

"It's no wonder Harry and the others didn't get hurt that night. It turns out that the purpose of Sirius' escape from prison was for Ron's mouse!"

"Now it seems that this school year is really a waste of worry!"

Soon, there was an endless stream of discussions on the four long tables.

"Quiet!" Dumbledore said helplessly as he knocked on his glass as the voices of the crowd grew louder.

Fortunately, the old headmaster still had some face, everyone quickly calmed down and turned their eyes to him, with a look of anticipation on their faces. With such a big thing happening, there's no reason why Dumbledore couldn't come out and sum it up.

"I believe everyone has already got some news, so I won't repeat it here!" Dumbledore said with a pleasant smile, "As you can see in the newspaper, Sirius has been cleared of his charges.

Those dementors outside of Hogwarts have returned to Azkaban, and our martial law time is over, oh no, maybe this shouldn't exist at all.

Therefore, the final exam will be held as scheduled, and everyone must not take chances—"

The smiles on the faces of the little wizards froze. Why is it related to the final exam every time? !

Professor, can we not mention this in the future?

Harry on the long table in Gryffindor read the report with great excitement, grabbed a newspaper and immediately jumped off his seat, heading straight for the door—he couldn't wait to see what happened. To share this joy with Sirius!

But before he touched the door, the door opened itself after a bang. Sirius walked in handsomely like a real gentleman, wearing a gorgeous dark gold robe trimmed with gold trim, with a vague smile on his face.

"Sirius!" Harry's excitement was beyond words, he grabbed Sirius' wrist and flung the newspaper in his hand, "Look quickly! You are on the front page of the Daily Prophet!"

"All the hard work was not in vain!"

Sirius took the Daily Prophet from Harry's hand, and after glancing at the huge headline, he was filled with emotion for a moment. He didn't expect Fudge to be more impatient than him.

What happened just last night may have spread throughout the entire English wizarding world today.

What a qualified politician!

He suddenly remembered the embarrassment he had when he turned over the trash can and was dumped by Karl's medicine, and suddenly felt a bit of sadness in his heart. And Karl seemed to have a feeling, raised his head and met his eyes, and said something silently with his lips.

Sirius understood the word Contract, and he shook his head helplessly, thinking about when he would open the Black family's vault.

"is it him?"

"Sirius! It's really him!"

...

The little wizards who were enjoying breakfast soon found Sirius who was embracing Harry excitedly next to him, and they all couldn't help but exclaimed. Although Sirius had been cleared of his grievances by the Ministry of Magic, he appeared in front of them all of a sudden. It was still too exciting.

On the long Ravenclaw table, Carl took out a napkin and casually wiped the remaining milk at the corner of his mouth, and walked over slowly.

"Waiting for you on the lawn at noon!"

After saying these words, he left. Today is Monday, and with a bunch of messy electives, his courses are so full that he has no spare time to complete the last step of the contract.

"Noon? That's okay!" Sirius spread his hands helplessly. Why is this guy as anxious as Fudge? It seems that he will have to go to Gringotts later.

After getting a definite answer, Karl smiled with satisfaction, and then hurriedly walked to the Ravenclaw tower - he was in such a hurry just now that he forgot some textbooks.

Then the first session was Snape's Potions class. When he got outside the classroom door, Snape had already closed the door tightly. He couldn't help knocking on the door helplessly, praying in his heart that he could spray it lightly later.

"Ah~, so it's Mr. Harris!" Snape opened the door and found that it was him who passed by, and a mocking smile slowly formed on the corner of his mouth. Thinking of what happened last night, his liver hurts for a while. He was screwed.

Knowing that the threat did not come from Sirius at all, he tricked himself into telling himself that Harry was always in danger and asked him to obediently pay.

What's more shameless is to make black-hearted money at both ends. Of course Snape, the pissy man of the Ministry of Magic, understands that he compromised so easily. He doesn't believe that there is no handwriting of this vampire.

After clearing his mind, he saw a shy and harmless smile on the face of the young man in front of him, wishing he could throw a sharp strike on his face without a shadow.