DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Damn~, let's not talk about this..." Sirius smiled, Harry finally came to him, he suddenly felt that this topic was a bit too heavy. "Get some rest early, we will set off tomorrow morning!"

Carl frowned slightly. He originally thought of using this opportunity to get the locket, but the current situation does not seem to be so suitable.

As a house elf, Kreacher would never give him the locket against his master's order, unless he used the Imperius Curse, but he asked himself that he was not the kind of dark wizard who had no bottom line, so this idea Just a flash in his mind and he passed.

Then, we just have to wait...

The night passed quickly, and in the morning, Kreacher reluctantly arranged pieces of toasted sandwiches and hot milk, and stood quietly by the side, waiting for Sirius' orders.

"Where should we go from here? Floo powder or Apparition?"

Harry took a bite of his sandwich and asked curiously. But he didn't want to use these two methods from the bottom of his heart. The last time the Floo powder sent him to Knockturn Alley, he was almost abducted by the old witch.

As for Apparition~...the feeling of the person who does not know how to carry this magic is really hard to describe.

"No, no, no... none of it...

Quidditch fans from all over the world will be coming to England this year, and fireplaces won't be enough; as for Apparition, you can't expect this magic to cross oceans..."

Lupine shook his head slightly and explained gently to Harry.

"Since it doesn't work, how should we go about it?"

Harry raised his glasses and asked excitedly, he thought he wouldn't have to suffer any more this time.

"You'll know soon!"

Sirius solemnly took out a black box from under the table, opened it, and found an old paint bucket lying quietly inside.

"What is this, a paint bucket?" The corners of Harry's eyes twitched a little. He thought it was some kind of magical prop, but it turned out to be just a paint bucket after a long time.

That's it?

"No, no, no, this is not a paint bucket. If my guess is correct, this is our ticket to the stadium, a portkey, and it has the ability to travel through space over a long distance..."

Carl took a sip of milk, glanced sideways at the mottled paint bucket on the table, and said lightly.

"How did you know that?!" Sirius was instantly amazed. Apart from the Quidditch World Cup every four years, such things as port keys are not something that can be seen casually.

"I know everything related to space and dimensions..."

Carl drew a mysterious smile on the corner of his mouth, wiped the milk stains from the corner of his mouth and said slowly.

"Pretending to be mysterious again!" Sirius gave him a contemptuous look and then pushed the box to the center, "The method of using the Portkey is very simple, it is triggered, just press and hold a corner..."

"I understand what you're saying~..." Carl also gave him a look not to be outdone, "But, why don't you choose a better one? This key is made like a real paint bucket, and the smell is too bad It's..."

"Here... and smelly socks, leftover canned herring, rotten boots... Which one do you want, I will listen to you next time..."

With a playful smile on Sirius' face, he tapped his fingers on the table rhythmically, and listed out the more tasteful Portkey categories one by one.

"Mouth area~..." The power of language is powerful. Hearing the term "heavy taste" this time, Carl almost spit out the milk he just drank into his mouth.

He took several deep breaths, finally suppressing the strong feeling of nausea in his heart.

He didn't know what was going on in the minds of the Ministry of Magic staff who made the Portkeys all day, and what kind of disgusting things really caused it.

The smile on Harry's face also gradually disappeared. He also didn't understand why the good portkey had to be made in this way, in order to disgust the user?

"The game is about to start in a few hours. If you are all ready, then we can go over..."

Sirius pulled a tissue and wiped the ketchup from his mouth carelessly. He had nothing to prepare.

Carl and the others nodded, and after breakfast, they went back to their rooms.

They don't plan to just go there empty-handed like Sirius. It's not enough to watch a movie without happy water and popcorn. This kind of live broadcast must at least bring some snacks or something!

Ten minutes later, several people who had prepared everything sat around the table one after another.

"Looks like you're all set!"

Sirius pushed the box into the middle as he spoke.

Carl pursed his lips and found a fairly clean corner with a look of disgust, stretched out a finger and pressed it. Watching Carl operate carefully, Sirius smiled and stretched out a hand to grab the barrel of the paint bucket indifferently.

Harry followed closely and grabbed the lid of the paint bucket. The look of disgust on Niyali's face was even worse. She snorted softly and grabbed Carl's arm.

The Portkey was triggered immediately, and the sad Harry felt as if he had been crumpled and packed into a small, airtight box, and the box was still rolling down the hillside...

But fortunately, this feeling didn't last too long, otherwise he felt that he was really going to be unable to hold on.

Karl landed on the ground firmly with Niyari, his face still rosy. This kind of long-distance space movement can be done even without a portkey. It's just a matter of preparation and the length of singing time~...

Sirius and Lupine trembled slightly, but quickly counteracted the side effect in their own way. As for Harry, it was much worse. He fell to the ground in embarrassment, with stars in his eyes~...

"Sir, I think you need some of these..."

A shrill voice came, and a house-elf humbly knelt down to pick up Harry's dropped glasses and handed them over. He also took out a piece of chocolate.

The whole process is extremely proficient, without the slightest sloppiness. Apparently, this house-elf was specially trained to receive pure-blood nobles...

"Mr. Black, your tent is nearby, may I take you there?"

The elf bowed again towards Sirius and pointed in the direction with his bony fingers.

"There's no need for this!" Sirius shook his head, and gave the house elf who received them a strange look.

When will Kreacher be as obedient as he is? !