DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Forgive me for doing this, Mrs. Figg~..."

Lily said silently in her heart, there were still a few crystal dew on the rose in her hand.

"confunded!"

A ray of reddish light hit Arabella Fige, and she trembled violently with a confused look in her eyes, as if she had forgotten what she was going to do.

But soon, Lily's confusion spell took effect. Mrs. Figg's eyes regained clarity. She looked around the empty room, touched her cheek and turned her head to stare at the apple pie on the table with a look of chagrin on her face.

"I shouldn't have baked so much. As for the new neighbor, it should have nothing to do with the magic world, so I don't need to report it..."

Mrs. Figg sat down on the wicker chair by the fireplace, muttering to herself. She beckoned, and a snow-white cat obediently jumped into her arms...

She suddenly felt very sleepy, very sleepy...

Outside the door, Lily waved her hand lightly, and Mrs. Figg's door gradually closed without making a sound...

...

At night, Harry lay sideways on the bed and looked at the stars outside the window, feeling unstoppable sweetness in his heart. He heard everything Lily said just now, which means that this summer vacation might not be so bad...

"Dad, it would be great if you could come back too!"

Harry pursed his lips, looking forward to the future with a bit of bitterness in his heart. He had already asked Carl with high hopes, but the answer he received was impossible, which made him a little frustrated...

But he cheered up quickly, because Lily's return was already the biggest surprise...

To be a human being, we must learn to be satisfied.

...

Early in the morning, on the other side, Karl woke up from his sleep.

He rubbed his face and looked at the bright sunshine by the window and smiled. It looks like today is a good day!

After washing up, his figure slowly faded away in the corner.

A dilapidated house shivered in the wilderness, and some yellowed withered grass silently spoke of the bleakness here.

The old house of the Gaunts!

Carl strolled on the path, with a mocking smile drawn from the corner of his mouth from time to time.

He drifted away, and a huge statue of Reaper appeared in front of him. The god of death in front of him is wearing a black robe with a huge hood covering his entire face, holding a terrifying scythe in his hand, and the huge wings behind him prevent the sun from finding half of this piece of land...

"Yeah, God of Death? It seems that I didn't go the wrong way..." Carl smiled and walked over the statue. Immediately afterwards, a large group of cross tombstones came into view.

"Tom Riddle, where is it?" Carl muttered to himself, constantly searching for his target, and his transcendental perception was immediately opened up to the maximum.

Tom Riddle - 1905-1943

"Voldemort's father was so short-lived!" Carl squatted down and gently rubbed the tombstone, sighing uncontrollably.

But this does not prevent his next bad behavior.

He moved his finger, and the soil broke open automatically, revealing the dark coffin inside that exuded the breath of death.

With another lift of the hand, the coffin board flew up into the air and fell to the ground with a loud bang.

After so many years, old Tom's flesh and blood have long since disappeared, leaving only white bones.

"Fierce flames!"

Karl flipped his wrist, and a light blue flame appeared in his palm. The flame seemed to have a soul and kept beating at his fingertips, looking agitated.

In the next second, the white bones in the coffin flew into the air, and he also no longer suppressed the desire of Fiend in his hand. Almost in an instant, the hard-to-burn bones turned into fly ash on the wild grass on the ground.

"Want to be resurrected? Have you asked me if..."

Carl sneered and put a bunch of ghoul skeletons that had been specially treated by him into it. The coffin board that fell to the side flipped several times in the air and finally covered it tightly.

"I wish you a successful resurrection!" Karl licked the corners of his lips, waved his sleeves, and layers of soil quickly covered them.

Then, he leisurely took out a handful of grass seeds from his pocket and sprinkled them.

"Have you ever seen vegetation flourish and wither?"

The magic stone in his hand exuded a glittering brilliance, and after a short while, green grass poked out from the soil, and darted around quickly.

A wisp of withered yellow gradually appeared on the top, and in just a short moment, life was coming to an end.

Carl, who finished the finishing touches, clapped his palms contentedly and disappeared in the shadows.

Then, it's time to quietly wait for the fish to take the bait...

This time is not too long. About a month after the start of the summer vacation, Karl sensed the magic imprint he left on Peter Pettigrew in Riddle's old house.

"Should we go get them a wave first?" Carl sat under the big tree, enjoying the warm afternoon sun and fell into deep thought.

At this moment, Voldemort's pet snake may have been made into a Horcrux by him, and Voldemort himself may have become that little monster like a baby. At this time, he has no fighting power at all.

If he chooses to take action at this time, he can kill people and snakes together, but the consequence is that Voldemort may rise up again until he chooses to resurrect and return in another way.

After thinking for a long time, Karl decided to follow the original plan. It is more kingly to let Voldemort personally deal with Harry, the humanoid Horcrux. Now that the plot has been changed beyond recognition by him, such an opportunity will be hard to get back if it is lost.

In the last half month of summer vacation, he received a letter from Sirius. Lupine is staying with him now, and his life is pretty good, and the transformation time has been shortened by half compared to before.

The letter also mentioned the regret that Harry could not come to him, and expressed that he would make up for it while the World Quidditch started. He understood that no Potter could resist the temptation of a Quidditch match, let alone a world-class one this time!

Carl was not invited to visit him during the summer vacation. Sirius hoped that he could come this time as well. The Black family had the most top viewing position.

Carl shrugged and shouted into the room: "Want to go to see Quidditch? World-class, it should be interesting..."

"Quidditch? What's so interesting about that?" Naiyali, who was fiddling with her nails in the room, didn't lift her head when she heard the words, and replied indifferently.

"Oh~, that's it, I see!" Carl stretched comfortably on the tree, and then took up the conversation intentionally or unintentionally, "The big dog treats guests, not only full board and lodging, maybe additional Go shopping, are you really sure not to go?"

"Quidditch is so fun, of course I'm going!"

Hearing this, the absent-minded look on Naiyali's face instantly disappeared.