DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Shenfeng Wuying!"

In a fit of rage, Harry tossed the banners they'd made of his cloak into the air, and raised his wand aloft, chanting spells aloud.

There was a strange chi-chi sound, and the golden-red flag instantly shattered into several pieces and floated down slowly.

Harry's sudden outburst startled everyone, and George reached out to catch a fragment of the flag and looked at Harry in shock.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry! I don't want this!"

Harry was also stunned for a moment, and he didn't understand why he did this suddenly. He ran hard to break away from the person who was going to catch him, and quickly ran into the dormitory and closed the door.

He leaned against the door, looking at the empty dormitory, his tense body slowly slumped along the door, and he felt his body and mind relaxed.

He was the only one in the dormitory. Seamus and Neville were watching their excitement downstairs just now, and Ron didn't know where he went. Harry lowered his head and stared blankly at his hands with wide eyes. He couldn't figure out why he was so angry just now, and even wanted to tear everything he saw...

"ah!"

Suddenly, Harry felt a severe headache in his head. He resisted the severe pain and touched the lightning-shaped scar. It was very hot, very hot...

"Damn Voldemort! One day I will..."

Of course he knew who was at fault, and nothing could make his scar hurt except Voldemort.

Realizing why he had acted so violently just now, Harry gritted his teeth and got up from the floor, stumbling onto the bed.

He tried to close his eyes, hoping to relieve some pain, but some inexplicable pictures kept stimulating his nerves.

The next moment he opened his eyes abruptly, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, he was beyond horrified.

He couldn't believe the scene he saw—in the dim room, a large serpent crawled out of a pile of skeletons, hissing and spitting out its message, and its vertical yellow pupils were full of brutality.

A grotesque baby revealed itself in the glow of the fire, a face he would never forget!

"Kill him!"

"Yes, My master! Avada Kedavra!"

A hoarse and cold voice came out of his mouth, and a short figure slowly stood up in the shadows. It was Peter Pettigrew, who was supposed to be dead! He raised his head obsequiously, and when he looked back, a miserable green light shot out from his hands...

The picture was interrupted at this point, Harry got up from the bed abruptly, beads of sweat the size of beans slowly fell from the tip of his hair.

"Peter Pettigrew?! Shouldn't he have died on a dementor long ago? Why is he with Voldemort?!

There's something wrong with that snake..."

Harry felt a shudder remembering the big snake on the ground, and he had so many questions he wanted answers to right now.

"Squeak..."

After a soft sound, the bedroom door slowly opened, and Ron walked in with a complicated expression.

"Ron, where have you been?" Harry panted heavily, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his hand, and asked softly.

"I didn't go anywhere, I just went for a walk outside!" Ron was laughing, but the smile was not only forced but also weird.

"That's it..." Harry replied with difficulty. He had suffered a lot of torture just now, and a burst of drowsiness hit him. Now he wants to have a good sleep.

"It must feel good to be a warrior, right? No matter what you do..."

Seeing Harry lying flat on the bed, Ron said inexplicably, he slowly let go of his clenched fist, and inside was a piece of golden-red fabric.

"Don't even you want to believe me?!" Hearing these words, Harry's drowsiness dissipated instantly, and he rolled over from the bed violently with his spine.

"No one has crossed that age line except Karl!" Ron said with a sneer, "I don't know what he used, but Karkaroff and the others seem to be quite restrictive, so I don't expect anything... …

But what did you use I think I guessed it, the invisibility cloak? As one of the three sacred weapons of the god of death, even death cannot be found after wearing it. How could it be hindered by an age line?

I should have thought of that earlier! The invisibility cloak could completely cover us three years ago, it may be smaller now, but it is still more than enough for two people, I never thought you would be so selfish..."

"I never thought of using the Invisibility Cloak to break through that age line!" Harry pursed his lips, and Ron's words made him feel extremely absurd.

He knew the gap between him and those seventh graders, so he never thought about this plan.

"It's okay, you can tell me the truth, I won't tell others..." Ron sneered, and replied coldly: "If you don't want others to know, that's okay, but I don't know why you treat me like this I lied.

You won't be in trouble, after all, Professor Dumbledore has already negotiated with several referees, and your qualifications are true and valid. You don't have to take the final exam yet, tsk tsk, it's really enviable, I think you must be very happy now, right? Congratulations, congratulations..."

"I'll say it again! I have never touched the Goblet of Fire!" Harry's anger was rising rapidly, and the ultimate move was ready!

"Okay, okay...you haven't touched it, so it's okay?" Ron's tone became more and more eccentric, "but who the hell told me in the morning that he would also put his name in at night, No one will see that way...I'm not a fool...wouldn't let anyone else..."

"You remember that very well!" Harry interrupted him coldly.

"Of course!" Ron raised his eyebrows and replied blankly: "You are our Gryffindor hero, you can tear even flags into pieces, so how could I not treat you more? "

"Whatever you want!" Harry touched the hot scar, and at this moment he felt like his head was about to explode.

After saying this, he put down the curtain wrapped around the pillar and lay down on the bed weakly. At this moment, he didn't have any extra energy to argue with Ron anymore.

Harry, who was already exhausted both physically and mentally after a day of exhaustion, soon fell asleep. In the dream, the previous scene began to reappear in his mind again and again.

In the Ravenclaw Tower, Karl, who had just changed into his pajamas and was about to go to bed after going through the same encounter as Harry when he entered the door, was taken aback suddenly, his eyes were a little erratic.

Gradually, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he stood up from the edge of the bed and walked slowly to the window.

A bright crescent moon was hanging in the sky, waiting for the dawn, and a dazzling light greeted him in the night sky.

He stared at the direction of Gaunt's old house and whispered to himself...

"Is it finally unbearable? I hope you will be satisfied with that gift..."