DNF Meets Harry Potter

Dumbledore's gentle voice seemed to have some kind of enchanting magic power, the pain on Harry's face disappeared, and he gradually calmed down...

The old Headmaster stood in front of Harry holding the Elder Wand solemnly, chanting complicated and lengthy spells in his mouth. If there was a link between Voldemort and him, he probably could see more.

"The power of the dimension! Back in time! Reverse time and space!"

Carl let out a low cry, and his fingertips seemed to flash with brilliance. How could he not intervene in this situation?

The shattered memories in Harry's mind turned into dots of silvery white light that slowly floated out from between his brows and projected on the wall.

If Harry watched just a small SD-quality movie last night, he and Dumbledore are enjoying HDR right now...

In the gloomy grove, Pettigrew struggled to drag a woman in her thirties with a look of excitement on her face...

"Cruciate!"

With the sound of a hoarse chanting, the woman began to scream crazily, her eyes full of pain.

"Nice Oblivion Charm... but... it's not enough, now tell me everything behind it..."

"I see... Triwizard Tournament? Avada Kedavra!"

The picture they saw was finally frozen under that stern green light.

Karl beckoned, and the magic stone shining brightly in mid-air fell back into his hand. But at this moment, doubts flashed across his face:

"It turns out that this is how Voldemort knew about the news of the Triwizard Tournament, but who is that woman? She knows this. Could it be a staff member of the Ministry of Magic?"

"Bertha..." There seemed to be a flash of pain in Dumbledore's eyes, he glanced at Carl and then returned to his chair.

Harry opened his eyes and looked at the two people who were silent in a daze. Just now he recalled what happened last night, and there were some fragments of broken memories. He tried hard to piece them together. But sadly found that he couldn't keep it at all, and could only vaguely know that it was Voldemort's fault that he became a warrior this time...

"Sorry, Professor... I really can't remember..." Harry said with some embarrassment, his face flushed.

"Don't worry..." Dumbledore looked up kindly, and he looked at everything he could see. "You did a good job, I think, this will give me enough time to prepare..."

"Really, Professor?!" Hearing that he was finally helpful, Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked eagerly, "Then what should we do next?"

"Let everything take its course..." Dumbledore winked at him with a smile, "He won't make any big moves until the end of the Triwizard Tournament..."

"Ah, this..." Harry was instantly dumbfounded when he thought that he had received such an answer from Dumbledore after suffering so much just now.

"Don't think so much, Harry..." Carl said lightly, "Three years ago, Voldemort aggressively occupied Quirrell's body to snatch the Philosopher's Stone, didn't he run away in despair?

What's more, I don't think Peter Pettigrew this time can compare to Quirrell..."

"But!" Harry opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Dumbledore.

"It's getting late, if you don't want to be late for the next class, I suggest you prepare quickly!"

Dumbledore's meaning is already obvious.

"Ah, my next class is Professor McGonagall's class!" Carl thought about his timetable, and didn't bother to care about Harry, and immediately got up to leave. Professor McGonagall was not as annoying as Snape.

"Wait for me!" Harry hurriedly followed after seeing this. His next class was Snape's Potions class. Although he was no longer targeting himself like before, it was just that. It is completely impossible to get preferential treatment or something.

At the corner of the stairs, they separated and walked towards their respective classrooms.

The closed door of the Potions classroom was pushed open by Harry. He glanced guiltyly at Snape who was preparing the ingredients for the potion, and planned to sneak around to find a place to sit down first.

"Potter, you're five minutes late! So...five points from Gryffindor!"

Just when he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he could get away with it now, Snape's cold voice of deducting points came into his ears.

In the Slytherin seat next to him, Malfoy gloated and turned to look at him, his face full of anticipation. How dare a Gryffindor be late for Potions class? Could it be that I don't want to live anymore...

According to his dean's previous routine, he thinks this is just an appetizer, and the real big meal is yet to come. After this class is over, Harry will definitely be unable to eat it...

But Harry, who has Lily's support, is destined to disappoint him. After one class, Snape acted as if he had taken the wrong medicine. Not only did he not find fault on purpose, but when facing Harry's question, not only did he not sneer at it for the first time, but he also explained it in detail.

Although the voice was still cold, but Snape was able to achieve such a level that he felt that it was no different from saying "I love you".

"I'm not dreaming, am I? Professor Snape actually..." Malfoy twisted his arm vigorously, and the severe pain from above made him have to recognize the reality. real!

The first time he encountered this situation, he almost collapsed. Watching Potter being ridiculed by Snape in every Potions class, and shutting himself up from time to time has become one of his few hobbies in the past four years. one.

He always thought that this situation would last until he graduated, but now he didn't even pass half of it. How could it be like this?

Professor Snape spared Harry Potter! It's not magic at all!

"Potter, I'll stop by my office after class!"

After answering many questions from Harry, Snape finally impatiently asked him to come back after class if he had any questions.

At this moment, Malfoy's heart is broken, and he even feels that the dean is fake.

Give me back the old Slytherin head who was vitriolic, eccentric, and targeting Gryffindors!

"Okay, Professor Snape!" Harry smiled with satisfaction, and then he pulled out his wand and ignited it to start operating. After getting the detailed explanation from Snape, he had almost mastered the practical content of this lesson.

Snape's weird behavior surprised Ron, who had been in a cold war with Harry for a long time.

"The old bat suddenly changed sex? No way, no way...it's not logical..."