DNF Meets Harry Potter

The monster derived from the beginning of the universe roared and crushed time and space and came to this world. Just listening to the dark, frantic, and indescribable whispers is enough to make people fall into madness.

The slender hand pushed open the magnificent and gorgeous giant door, and the shining brilliance of the stars dispelled layers of darkness, as if the whole world was cheering for her arrival.

Seeing this scene that seemed to only appear in a mythical epic, Hermione almost lost her footing and fell to the ground.

The girl accepted the challenge and untied her hair belt. Her silver-white long hair fluttered in mid-air. As soon as the long whip that pierced the sky and the earth seemed to be constructed by the power of order appeared, the bright brilliance complemented each other.

It was the strongest blow, and it was also the ultimate blow.

The evil god who is enough to bring the world back to the vast ocean billions of years ago is like a doll that can be vented at will in the girl's hands, and she can handle it to her heart's content...

"That's the power I used to control, but now it's gone forever..." Naiyali said emotionally, but she didn't even show any regret, she slightly lowered her head to look at her open palm.

Before, there was nothing in it, but now, she has everything...

"I would rather spend the short life of a mortal with you than see the vicissitudes of the world alone. From now on, I will no longer be the taboo Naiyari..."

Under the witness of the Supreme Being, until the eternal contract is signed.

"You really don't regret it?" Hermione, who had witnessed the whole process of the two meeting, couldn't help but rubbed her sore eyes, her voice trembling.

"Why do you regret it?" Naiyali was a little strange, and replied logically: "Isn't it eternal life, supreme authority, and inexhaustible power? I have long hated it in my endless time...

And what are these compared to him? "

Hermione was so choked that she couldn't speak, her face was full of shock.

This is the real giving up everything just to have you by my side.

"I see...I'm not qualified..." Hermione was silent for several minutes before finally uttering this sentence.

After understanding the truth hidden under the sinful Innsmouth, she knew that she was too far behind Nayari, and she felt a little inferior in comparison.

"I hope you can meet someone who really likes you in the future..."

Naiyali smiled and flicked her sleeves lightly.

The next moment, the whole world stopped running instantly. Afterwards, the sky shattered like a mirror, revealing the dark space behind, and this dreamland temporarily constructed by her was silently melting and annihilating...

Hermione only felt her eyes dazzled, and a strong sense of dizziness hit her. She pressed her temples in pain, and when she opened her eyes again to regain her vision, she had already returned to the real world.

"How long has it been?" Hermione took a deep breath, and it took a long time to recover from the aftereffects of coming out of the dreamland.

"The world in the dream cannot be substituted into the real world. Let me think about it. About... half a minute?"

Nayali tilted her head and tapped the low wooden table in front of her with her fingers. The unfinished black tea was still steaming up...

"Don't let your emotions control you anymore. Putting your heart and soul into what you are destined to not get will only end up with bruises..."

After Naiyali finished her last sentence, she stood up effortlessly, opened the door and left quietly.

Only Hermione was left alone in the room in a daze...

...

Niali walked alone in the empty corridor, wandering aimlessly in the castle, her heart was peaceful and peaceful, she only thought about how to teach Karl to dance next.

A Christmas ball is really a joyful event.

But soon, she regretted it.

Compared with Carl's excellent talent in dimension magic and black magic, he is absolutely terrible at the simple little thing of dancing.

In just a short while, he clearly told all the steps and precautions over and over again, but he just couldn't do it!

With just one small step of three movements, he can make two mistakes!

In the Room of Response, Niyali was stepped on by Karl who was jumping wildly again. She couldn't bear it anymore and let go of his hand, folded her waist and roared angrily:

"Even if a pig teaches the way I do, it should have learned it long ago!"

"It's not my fault... I've never learned how to dance, it's not easy to do this!"

Facing Nayari who was as angry as a volcanic eruption, Karl blinked innocently. How can I blame me?

If you want to blame, blame Dumbledore and the others. They didn't make such a job specially. I am also a victim!

"Let's do it again, just repeat the action just now!"

After a while, Naiyali calmed down a little. She looked at Karl very unhappy, but there was nothing she could do about him for a while, if she couldn't learn it, she couldn't learn it...

Since I don't have that talent, I can only use time to accumulate it...

Time soon came to a week before Christmas. Under the supervision and guidance of Naiyali, Carl gradually learned how to dance—at least he would not step on Naiyali again...

The last week of term has become increasingly rowdy. There was a thick layer of snow on the castle and on the grounds, and the sky-blue Beauxbatons carriage looked like a big frozen pumpkin parked beside the snow-covered hut--it was Hagrid's hut;

And I'm not much better off on Dessert's ship, the portholes are covered with ice, the window lattices are covered with snow-white ice, and the house-elves are scrambling to eat a rich, warm meal in the galley. Delicious stews and delicious puddings...

Rumors of the Yule Ball were flying around, but Carl hadn't listened to them all - Dumbledore, for example, had bought eight hundred casks of spiced mead from Lady Rosmerta at the Three Broomsticks.

Carl felt that it sounded like it might be true according to the character of the old bee, and he also heard from the professors that he had ordered some strange sisters.

In fact, he had no idea who or what that strange sister was. As a time traveler who grew up in the future, he is used to the convenience and diversity brought by mobile phones and computers. Naturally, he doesn't even bother to look at things like radios—it's just too boring.

He could only vaguely understand from the heated discussions among the little wizards that this so-called "weird sister" should be some band or chorus-like organization.

This actually made him look forward to it. He had little contact with wizards' music performances except for the Hogwarts school song, and the name of this organization alone made him look forward to it.

Witches, grown-ups, orchestras...

Too many elements...

It's close to Christmas and because of the upcoming dance. The joyous atmosphere in Hogwarts, which is shrouded in snow, is getting stronger and stronger.

Even some teachers were infected by the festive atmosphere, such as their Ravenclaw headmaster-Professor Flitwick. The short Duel King stopped his lecture when he saw that the hearts of the students were flying to nowhere.

He allowed the students to take a break from his class as the holiday approached, while he devoted most of his time to developing new teaching plans.

Ever since he saw the scene where Karl defeated the fire dragon perfectly, he felt that it was necessary to face some advanced spells to the students.

But other professors were less generous.

On the history of magic, Karl looked at Professor Binns, who was giving a dry lecture on the podium, his upper and lower eyelids were fighting. He yawned and lay down on the table, at least half of the little wizards in his sight drooped their heads as if they were about to fall asleep the next moment.

Originally, the young wizards expected that the ghost professor would be as generous as Flitwick, after all, they heard that the ghosts also had Christmas.

But...how is this possible!

Professor Binns is a ruthless man who forgot to take his body with him to give lectures to the little wizards on time! How could something as small as Christmas stop him from a job he was so dedicated to?

Possibly in order to leave enough homework for young wizards during the Christmas holidays ahead, he made the Leprechaun Rebellion bloodier and more filthy, which sounds like what Dumbledore read when welcoming new students Reports - long and smelly.

"Oh~...this is really bad!" Professor Binns gave a speech as if he was reciting a magic spell, which caused Carl to have a splitting headache.

Even Professor Binns is so social, let alone Professor McGonagall and Professor Moody. They insisted on the principle of not leaving get out of class until the last second, and tortured the little wizards to death.

Snape, regarded as one of the three evils of Hogwarts, of course jumped out to join in the fun at this time. He looked at the class maliciously, as if warning them that he would use the last class of the semester to test their detoxification ability.

In fact, he did. His first target was Gryffindor's famous Crucible Killer - Neville Longbottom!

Under Neville's horrified gaze, the narrow-minded Snape poured a whole bottle of poison into his poor toad, foaming at the mouth and twitching his legs.

If Hermione hadn't extended a helping hand in time and given him the antidote she had secretly prepared, Neville might have to bid farewell to the toad that had been with him for four years today.

As for Snape's special concern for Carl, of course he also received preferential treatment. Under his daily taunts, the old bat jumped into a rage, almost pouring poison into his mouth in anger.

"Snape is simply a devil!" Ron limped out of the Potions classroom leaning on the wall, with grief and anger on his face: "It's so exciting to take the test on the last day of the holiday!"

"Forget about it! Tomorrow is Christmas, have you found your dance partner?!" Harry looked at Ron with some expectation in his eyes.

It would be nice if Ron also couldn't find a partner, so they could...

"Oh, of course! Lavender invited me..." Ron nodded affirmatively, and suddenly he grabbed Harry's arm as if realizing something, and exaggeratedly shouted: "Harry, today is the last day , you haven't found a dance partner yet, have you?"

"This...a little accident..." As if remembering that he mustered up the courage to send out a prom invitation to Qiu Zhang, but was told by the other party that he already had a dance partner, Harry blushed like a ripe apple.

He hawed and hawed for a long time without explaining what happened clearly.

"This is impossible!" Hermione's expression suddenly became serious, "You must find a dance partner!"

"If you really can't find a girl, you can find a boy who also hasn't found a partner!

Anyway, it's only for one night, the dress is so big, if you cover it up a little bit and put on some makeup, I guarantee that no one will be able to see it! "

Carl reached out behind Harry with a smirk and patted his shoulder, then gave his most sincere advice.

Cedric smiled while holding Voldemort's body, "I love wizards, and I love truth more."