Harry potter catastrophe

The strong smell of excrement filled the air. The pale man was stunned for a while, then he immediately put away his fangs and covered his nose and retreated.

"Move him out!" Mike's voice suddenly sounded in the dark corner, "Hurry up, it's really off-putting..."

The pale man looked at the thief who was unconscious on the chair, with a large area of ​​his lower body soaked, and a sticky black-yellow unknown substance still leaking from his trousers. He resisted the urge to burn it all on fire, holding the back of the chair and dragging him out of the room.

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The moment the door to the room was opened, the corner of the room was illuminated by candlelight from outside. A dark lace coffin stood in the corner. The lid of the coffin was open, but it was empty inside.

The pale man moved quickly and returned to the room after a while. Carrying a new chair and a change of underwear, the thief man returned to the room and tied them up again.

"There is also a carpet." Mike's voice sounded from the dark corner opposite the coffin where the light could not reach.

"You don't have to do anything, right?" the pale man said to the corner.

"Whoever creates it is the one who handles it." Mike said calmly. "Don't you lock people up and not let them excrete?"

"I can't believe I haven't done that in years."

The pale man stared hard at the unconscious thief, and dragged the blanket on the floor out to dispose of it. He was not the one who created and disposed of it, but he was the one who caught this person and it was him.

Scared.

This time the pale man came back after a long time, and when he came back he had changed into new clothes.

The pale man came to the window and looked out the window. The moonlight was fading and the night was about to pass.

The heavy curtains were drawn, and the room turned into a dark world where one could not see anything. Only the sound of the big wooden cover being moved was heard, and then the sound of something closing...

.........

Boom, boom, boom.

"Who?"

Boom, boom, boom.

"Wait a moment."

Boom, boom, boom.

"immediately."

Boom, boom, boom.

"Coming."

Carney woke up from the bed, and very ruthlessly picked up the wand and waved it at the clothes on the chair. Carney got up and started to put on his clothes, jumped out of bed, and put his legs through his pants.

It only took less than ten seconds to get up and get dressed. If it weren't for the sleepiness on his face and the hair flying randomly due to his improper sleeping position, it would be impossible to tell that he was still lying in bed just now.

"Who is it, so early in the morning..." It might be Professor McGonagall, or it might be the beautiful girl Claudia Dove from Beauxbatons Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry, or some special service.

"Hello." When I opened the door, I guessed all the above, and here came an unexpected person, who was not among the welcome people.

"Good morning, Carney Strang!" said a man with a big black beard who thought he was kind when he smiled. The person who came was none other than the black-bearded professor of the Durmstrang Academy of Dark Arts.

"Hello, what's the matter?" Carney did not open the door, but only left a small opening just for himself. Carney did not welcome him in. Although they were not unhappy, it was wrong not to invite guests in.

It's polite, although for Carney, who is still a child, he doesn't need to care so much.

"Won't you invite me in for a seat?" the black-bearded professor from the Durmstrang Academy of Dark Arts said with a smile that he thought was very kind.

"No, if nothing happens, I'll close the door." Carney said and pretended to close the door. In fact, he really wanted to close the door. Although he saw someone who didn't look good, he was still very sleepy.

But I still want to hear what bullshit this big black beard is going to say. Maybe it’s flattery or something, but I can listen to it to feel comfortable.

"Hey, hey, there's something wrong." The black-bearded professor from the Durmstrang Academy of Dark Arts said quickly, looking around to see how to continue.

"Mr. Strang, I am David Plit, Professor of Transfiguration at Durmstrang Academy of Magic. I came to you specifically to ask you if you are thirsty for power?" Durmstrang Academy of Dark Arts

Professor Daheizi introduced himself.

"No, I don't long for power." Carney said simply, how could he be fooled by such an obvious temptation.

"No, you are eager. From the first moment I saw you, I knew you were the kind of person who desires power, Mr. Strang." Professor Plit, the big black bearded professor of Durmstrang Academy of Dark Arts, pressed his hand.

On the door, the opening of the door is still the same, and the door does not move at all.

Plit, the big black bearded man from Durmstrang Academy of Dark Arts, naturally put his arm on the door, but the door still didn't move at all.

His hands were moving and his mouth never stopped.

"Come to Durmstrang Academy of Magic, where you can get power you can't imagine, with one-on-one tutoring from professors in various subjects, and a large number of books to read for free. All the magic you want to learn is available, only you can't imagine it, without us

Can't do it..."

"Sorry, not interested." Carney interrupted the big black man's endless advertisement and refused directly. Before waiting for the black bearded Professor Plit of Durmstrang Academy of Dark Arts to say anything else, he closed the door directly.

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Although Professor Pritt, the big black bearded professor of Demonster Academy of Dark Arts, had his whole arm on the door, he could no longer stop Carney from closing the door.

How could Carney not know his little thoughts? He could probably guess a little bit.

The two guesses are that either I am really poaching, or I am a Death Eater. The Death Eaters are also poaching, and they even want to find opportunities to kill me.

"I'm thinking about it. It won't be too late to give me a reply after the exchange meeting. If it's because it's too far away from home, don't worry. We have Saturday and Sunday holidays and we will provide you with a pick-up and drop-off service home. London is not far away either." Dems

Across the doorway is Professor Plit, the big black bearded professor from Trang Academy of Black Magic.

Seeing no response from the room, Plit, the black-bearded professor of Durmstrang Academy of Dark Arts, left.

Carney in the room had already lost his sleep, and his face turned a little ugly.

He already knew the purpose of Professor Plit, the big black bearded professor from Durmstrang Academy of Dark Arts. What he said before was all nonsense, and the last sentence was the key point.

London is not far either.

Carney immediately thought of the worst. If Voldemort knew about him, his family would be exposed. This was a problem that should have been thought of long ago.

The principal of Durmstrang Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry was once a member of Lord Voldemort and an out-and-out Death Eater. There is a high possibility that there are other Death Eaters hiding in the school.

If the big black bearded Plit was a Death Eater, then he would have to think carefully about his words. The worst result would be that his parents would fall into the hands of Voldemort.

If the Death Eaters failed to assassinate him, they would most likely attack his family.

Whether this was a threat or a warning, Carney didn't know.

On the bright side, the big black bearded man may really just be poaching people, talking about welfare, and he is overly concerned.

Or maybe Dumbledore arranged for comrades to be near his home or something, but then he thought it was impossible. He was not Harry, so how could anyone monitor his home?

Carney was in a terrible mood early in the morning and had no sleepiness at all.