DNF Meets Harry Potter

"The ancient mysteries in you are constructed from all the magic power in your mother and her love for you.

Any existence that dares to threaten your safety will be reduced to ashes under this almost rule-like power, even for me. This is how Voldemort almost died back then, so there is no more powerful protection than this.

I think at the last moment of that night twelve years ago, she must have hoped that this last gift could accompany you until you grow up to adulthood, instead of disappearing before its mission is over..."

Dumbledore squatted down, was at the same height as Harry, stared at him closely with his blue eyes, and said earnestly.

Harry bit his lips tightly and tears welled up in his eyes. At this moment, he even wanted to tell him Lily's real information directly, but he finally stopped after Carl shook his head slightly.

"I see, Professor Dumbledore!" Harry wiped his tears with his sleeve, his voice trembling.

"Go back and rest first, it's getting late..." Dumbledore nodded when he saw this, and said pleasantly.

Harry glanced at Carl with complicated emotions, hesitated to speak, and finally took steps in the direction of the Gryffindor tower.

"So, Mr. Harris, would you like to come over to my office for a late-night snack?

A new batch of delicious and fun cockroach piles has arrived recently, and it is an improved version of Honeydukes..."

Dumbledore blinked at him, with a hint of cunning and evil in his eyes.

The smile on Karl's face disappeared in an instant. Although his taste was relatively heavy, it was not so heavy after all.

The pile of cockroaches looks no different from real cockroaches, and the sound is the same, if one sneaks into it. Then he took a bite and the juice exploded in an instant. The scene was too beautiful to imagine...

"No, no... I have a toothache recently, Madam Pomfrey told me to eat less sweets..." Carl smiled awkwardly, shaking his head like a rattle.

"Oh, what a pity!" Dumbledore looked a little regretful, but his face quickly returned to normal. "Recently, a major event happened in the Ministry of Magic. We need to talk about it..."

Without waiting for Karl to react, he immediately reached out and grabbed his shoulder. The space twisted and changed, and the two of them arrived at the principal's office in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that Dumbledore could use Apparation so easily in Hogwarts, the envy on Carl's face was beyond words. If it were him, he would be exhausted by now.

After arriving at the principal's office, Dumbledore quickly walked to his desk, and then took a piece of the latest newspaper from the Daily Prophet in the afternoon and handed it to Carl.

The title above is very large and eye-catching: The traitor who has been on the run for more than ten years--Peter Pettigrew is executed!

There is also a picture of him being tortured by dementors in the cell and howling in pain, but there is no execution scene...

"You know?" Carl asked tentatively, and he was also a little puzzled. How did Dumbledore's news come so quickly? It's only half a day since he started!

"I have a few friends in the Ministry of Magic..." Dumbledore nodded slightly, expressing that he knew everything.

"That's right! That's right, I did it!" Carl said with a smile, straight to the point, "Let him live for a while, this time he might be lucky enough to catch a Voldemort..."

"The Triwizard Tournament, it hasn't been held for many years..." Dumbledore looked up at the starry sky with his hands behind his back, "There is also the World Quidditch Tournament, this year is really lively..."

"Wouldn't it be better for him to be more lively?" Carl smiled happily, but there was a flash of murderous intent in his eyes.

Damn Voldemort played so fluffy with him before, no matter what he said this time, he must at least lose two lives, otherwise he would feel uncomfortable.

"That's true!" Dumbledore turned to look at Carl, "Let's see how he chooses..."

"By the way, about the Horcrux you mentioned earlier?" Karl hooked his chin with his fingers and asked calmly. He wanted to know which Horcrux Dumbledore had discovered.

"This..." Dumbledore's eyes flashed three points of cunning, five points of smile and two points of mischief, "Actually, I haven't found any clues yet..."

Co-author, you just made up a random reason to cheat Harry, didn't you?

Carl scowled, trying not to laugh out loud. After Dumbledore finished persuading Harry just now, he guessed the reason.

It was nothing more than the fact that Harry didn't want to go back to the Dursleys' house and wanted to join Sirius, but was rejected by Dumbledore. In desperation, he moved himself out to increase his bargaining chip in his heart.

As a result... as a result, he died after seeing the light...

...

The night passed quickly.

In the morning, Carl woke up from his sleep, stared at the blue sky outside the window and yawned.

"The final exam is due again..."

He quickly got dressed, walked out of the dormitory with a large stack of books in his arms. In the past few days, he has more than a dozen courses to take exams...

"For you, I have worked so hard!"

Karl took out the Philosopher's Stone and smiled bitterly, the golden glare from it made him a little bit dizzy.

"The first class... Let me be healthy! Ah, divination class!"

The corners of Carl's mouth rose slightly. After all, this should be regarded as the easiest exam. All it takes is random nonsense, random predictions that someone will leave for good, and Trelawney's head hits the ceiling with excitement, and getting a good grade is a snap.

"The exam is about to end, please write down the prediction results of the crystal ball and tarot cards on the parchment..."

Trelawney walked in the examination room, constantly looking at the test papers of the little wizards. Sometimes fearful, sometimes excited, her face changed so quickly, Karl suspected that her innate skill had no CD at all, and it didn't consume mana at all, otherwise how could she cast it so frequently?

Snape's exam was still so boring, a parchment paper and a potion brewed on the spot. It is worth mentioning that the practice this time is still Wolfsbane Potion. It seems that he can't wait to let Lupine go, no matter what time he hinted.

Next came the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam. Lupine, who was in fairly good mental condition, divided it into two parts, the written exam and the practical operation, just like Snape.

Carl was dealing with a red hat, and he just waved his wand boredly. The bloodthirsty-looking little monster instantly knelt down without any pressure...

After several days of exams, the atmosphere at Hogwarts became tense again. The little wizards are all guessing their final grades every day-this will be an important proof of whether they can enjoy a good summer vacation!