DNF Meets Harry Potter

"You have to let me think about it before I can give you a definite answer!" Carl pursed his lips and tapped his fingers on the podium rhythmically, "Well, aren't you going to invite Harry and the others to Hogsmeade to celebrate this weekend? I'll tell you later..."

"You really have a way?!" Sirius looked very excited.

"Of course there are! And there are more than one!" Carl raised his eyebrows and said with certainty.

There was also a light called hope in Lupine's eyes. The werewolf virus had been with him since he was very young, and no one understood that painful feeling better than him.

"Wait, you mean you have many ways?" Lupine couldn't suppress his inner joy.

"That's right! It's just that I want to consider which one is more suitable for you... Some plans may be too overbearing for you. I guess you will be gone if the virus is gone..."

This matter involves a large number of Galleons, so it is rare for Karl to be extremely serious.

"Hey! You guys have to be serious!"

Hearing Carl's words, Sirius' hair exploded.

If something happened to Lupine in his hands, how could he be worthy of dead... dead James!

Weird cp increase...

"If I'm not serious, can you stand here and talk to me? You've been used by Fudge to sacrifice to heaven..."

Carl sneered, lowered his head and didn't know what he was fiddling with in his hand.

"..." Sirius choked for a moment, without Carl, this might be really big.

"Goodbye! I have to go back and study hard..." Carl smiled, because he seemed to be in a very good mood because he had another extra income

He jumped off the desk, picked up the magic book that was on the chair just now, opened the door, and walked out. He really had to think about this matter—how to achieve this effect with the least amount of money.

"Let's go, Lupine! Let's go drink!" Sirius patted Lupine on the shoulder and wobbled away.

Lupine also followed with a happy smile on his face.

...

"The purification scroll of the paladin? No, no, no, this thing is too expensive. The group of vampires in the Remidia Cathedral are simply stronger than me;

Heaven healed? No, no, this is too expensive, and you will lose money if you use this;

Now it seems that there is only this..."

In the Ravenclaw tower, Karl lay on the bed and kept recalling some props that might have the power to completely eliminate the werewolf virus, and finally let him find an inexpensive one.

Item name: Herder's Blessing

Rarity: Artifact

Introduction to special items: A must-have item that once entered the village of Pain, Letherfine, can isolate and separate the terrifying virus. It was condensed by the second apostle's tears-Helder with the fate of a hero and blessed with the power of elemental magic. become……

ps. This place is full of darkness, the plague has begun to devour my body, my soul is going away from me, I have no way to retreat...

The black plague Di Ruiji, the source of all the pain. I will use my hands to end all the disasters you bring - Weeping Eye - Herder

"That's right, this is it!" Carl muttered to himself, he could isolate Di Ruiji's breath, but it was not difficult to remove the mere werewolf virus.

Best of all, it's cheap! Originally, it was only used as a ticket for the Village of Pain. How expensive is it?

Carl smiled knowingly, then closed his eyes comfortably.

Soon, a week passed by in the blink of an eye.

"Hey, Harry, here!" Sirius stood outside the school gate and kept waving to Harry. Today was the day they were going to Hogsmeade to celebrate.

"Wait a minute, we'll be over right away!" Harry led Ron and Hermione to push through the crowd and walked towards Sirius.

"Huh? Why are you the only ones? Where did that guy Karl go?"

Sirius looked around and didn't see Karl, so he couldn't help asking very strangely.

He clearly agreed to it before, so there's no reason not to come.

"He said he still has some things to deal with, and it might take a while, so he told us to come first." Ron said with a smile.

"That's it..." Sirius nodded thoughtfully, then walked away with a few people without asking any further questions.

"Did you hear, Sirius? The Wizengamot's verdict is in, and Peter Pettigrew will get a kiss from the Dementor, tomorrow morning!"

On the way, Harry took out a copy of the Daily Prophet from his wizard robe, pointed to the headline on it, and said excitedly.

He had waited too long for this verdict, and could not tolerate any mistakes. Now that I see this result, I feel relieved!

"I found out yesterday! What a joy!" Sirius smiled and patted his head. Nothing could make him happier than Peter's painful death.

However, their ideas are doomed to fail today.

"Tonight—before midnight—the servant—will begin—to rediscover—his master—"

In the tower west of Hogwarts, Trelawney stared at the huge crystal ball, her pupils constricted, and incomprehensible words kept coming out of her mouth...

...

North Sea, Azkaban.

Endless black clouds enveloped this sea area, isolated from the world, as if the sun would never penetrate half of it.

The raging waves beat against the reefs on the shore, one after another dementors exuding a dead breath roared and danced their rotting robes, looking for their targets on the high towers.

But today, an unexpected guest was ushered in here.

With a wave of space, a pair of feet wearing purple magic boots set foot on this dilapidated island.

The corner of the mouth, which was covered by the hood and only exposed a small half of his face, raised slightly. Azkaban's air-blocking magic seemed to have no effect on him, and suddenly disappeared in the next instant.

By the time he showed up again, he had already arrived inside Azkaban.

His fingers touched the wall lightly, and a cold feeling was transmitted to his mind along the fingertips. He slowly put it down and rubbed it, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became even wider.

When he came to Azkaban for the first time, he silently watched the furnishings inside. The iron doors of each cell were rotten and rotten, and they might fall down with a slight push. From time to time, the mournful howls of prisoners reached his ears—it was the dementors enjoying their dinner...

"Hey! Peter, I'm not a devil after all, so I'll let you live a little longer this time...

Fuck! What the hell, this place is really not for people to stay in..."

The man was walking on the corridor talking to himself, his figure was dim, as if walking in another space, and the dementors that came out to look for food drifted past him from time to time, but they didn't notice his existence at all.