DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Harry, let's go!" Carl grabbed Harry's clothes and dragged him out of the room. He suddenly wanted to ask Dumbledore to ask if what he said before really counted.

A thousand gold Galleons may be a huge sum of money for other little wizards, but he is different. Snape and Sirius are two crops of leeks that have grown gratifyingly recently and are waiting for him to harvest.

Although he has done many things like empty-handed white wolves, this is the first time he has been caught on himself.

Can this be tolerated?

"Let's go, Harry! Aren't you still troubled by what you saw yesterday? Let's go find Professor Dumbledore, he will definitely have a solution!"

With this idea in mind, Carl dragged Harry to the principal's office. Dumbledore must be there right now!

A few minutes later, an ugly stone statue appeared in front of the two of them.

"Carl, do you know the password?" Harry looked at the stone statue in front of him with some difficulty and said.

"I don't know!" Carl pulled out his wand, the tip of the wand glowed faintly with a red light, and a smile of winning was drawn on the corner of his mouth, "However, why don't you try it?"

"Zizi honey candy!"

"Licorice Magic Wand!"

"Bibi multi-flavored beans!"

...

"Jelly slugs!"

"Ultimate explosion! Thunderbolt explosion! Shattered bones!"

After he reported the names of more than a dozen candies in a row, he only heard a loud noise of BOOM, and the stone beast guarding the gate was finally subdued by his despicable prestige.

It's just a bit cracked...

It's about to crumble to pieces...

"Look, isn't this getting better?" Carl waved his hand to disperse the large cloud of choking dust in front of him, and said to Harry with a smile on his face.

"..." Carl's unique way of opening the door made the corners of Harry's eyes twitch wildly.

"Are you sure Professor Dumbledore won't trouble you if you do this? I think he should be picking up his wand from inside now and about to rush out..."

Looking at the broken stone beast in front of him, Harry almost knelt down to him, don't drag me if you die!

"Don't worry, don't worry! He can't hear it!" Carl waved his hand and released the magic of silencer just now, "Aren't you worried about my work? Let's talk first!"

After that, he walked in nonchalantly, and Harry gritted his teeth and followed quickly. He felt that it was still too late for him to admit his mistake to Professor Dumbledore.

After Harry also stepped on the revolving steps, Carl quickly pulled out his wand and at the same time activated the Philosopher's Stone. The power of time was exchanged for the tip of the wand, and the dust formed by the shattered stone beast immediately swirled and flew in mid-air, and finally integrated into one.

"Look, isn't this all right?" Karl exhaled slowly, and then wiped the sweat from his forehead. It's really not easy for this stone-breaking beast to recover. He originally thought it wouldn't take much effort.

Don't look at him who looked as stable as an old dog before, but in fact he was flustered. He still took a big risk in doing this, if Dumbledore had just come out of it when he exploded and was about to go for a walk, he would be finished.

Although he also felt that the chance of this was too small, but what if? Ron would catch him every time he spoke ill of Snape behind his back, and when he was unlucky, he could really find any trouble.

"You're really good!" Harry was stunned by Carl's mysterious operation, so he wanted to enter the principal's office, can he still do it like this? Learned, learned!

"Dangerous moves, please don't imitate them! Otherwise, when a professor wants to fuck you in the future, don't complain about it, let alone I taught you..."

Seeing Harry's clear look, Carl quickly separated the relationship. That is, he dared to do this in Dumbledore's office, but he would not dare to change it to Professor McGonagall, or the old bat.

Otherwise, he might have just exploded one second, and the next second could see the expressions on the faces of the professors wanting to eat him.

Who called Dumbledore's Office special? There is also an elevator, which is really fun...

The spiral staircase slowly ascended, Karl complained in his heart.

I haven't been here for more than three months, and the principal's office is still the same, without any changes. The portraits of the past principals saw them coming in, just glanced at them curiously, and then looked away, after all, the two of them were already regular visitors here.

"Huh? Bagman and Crouch have told you the specific rules, right? Is there anything you two are looking for at this time? Do you have any questions?"

Dumbledore, who was half lying on the chair and staring at the ceiling thinking about something, saw the two of them coming in and slowly straightened up, revealing a bit of curiosity under the half-moon glasses.

Harry looked at Dumbledore with a strange expression on his face. He really didn't hear the loud explosion just now. Carl's soundproof magic was really slippery.

As if nothing had happened, Karl hummed a little tune and found a place to sit down, then exchanged encouraging eyes with Harry.

"It's like this, Professor! I saw some bad things last night, and I think it's necessary to tell you..."

Harry took a deep breath, organized the words in his head, and then re-read what he had just said to Carl verbatim.

It was about Voldemort. Dumbledore listened carefully. Gradually, the smile at the corner of his mouth disappeared and was replaced by a serious look on his face. Apart from that scar, Voldemort hadn't caused even the slightest regretful effect on Harry in the past ten years, but now it's different...

"Did you just say that you only saw it when you went back after the selection of the Triwizard Tournament last night?"

Dumbledore put his hands on the table, his eyes fixed on Harry.

"Yes, at that time I felt that something was wrong with me. It was like a fire was burning in my heart, and my head hurt badly..."

Recalling the scene where he tore apart the Gryffindor flag yesterday in a fit of rage, Harry suddenly felt a twinge of fear. If the spell were not aimed at the flag but at Fred who was closest to him Woolen cloth?

At such a close distance, no one can react...

As for the power of that spell, Harry couldn't be more clear. Did Voldemort have such a great influence on him? He had never thought about this question before...

"Is he really coming back?" Harry swallowed and asked stumblingly, now only Dumbledore could give him a sense of security.

"It's very possible!" Dumbledore didn't want to lie to Harry at the moment, and immediately said with absolute certainty: "We have reasons to believe that it is he who caused your name to suddenly appear in the Goblet of Fire this time!"

"You mean..." Harry looked a little disturbed, Voldemort was about to be resurrected? This heavy news almost knocked him unconscious.