DNF Meets Harry Potter

Years passed, and a week passed in the blink of an eye after Carl returned from Snape's lair.

Soon he had his first final exam at Hogwarts.

"Hey! Carl, Philip, get up quickly! Today's final exam, if we are late, no matter which professor it is, it will definitely kill us!"

Alex was in a hurry to get dressed, and his mouth was not idle, frantically urging his roommate to get up.

"Alex, what time is it? Don't panic!"

Philip rubbed his sleepy eyes and struggled to break free from the seal of the quilt.

"That's right, why worry. Usually, if you don't study hard, no matter how hard you work, you won't get good grades in the exam. Besides, I'm not bragging, even if I have two subjects with blank papers, my final final evaluation may be higher than you."

Carl pouted and straightened his somewhat messy hair.

Alex: "Are you speaking human language?"

Philip: "Several friendship or confession?"

Carl laughed dryly: "Sao~Au~Rui, I accidentally told the truth..."

"You three stop making trouble, hurry up and wash up, you have to go to breakfast later. Besides, I think that if we are late for the final exam, the professors might not only kill us, but also curse us with Fiendfyer." His ashes were scattered..."

Simon felt helpless as he put down the review materials in his hand. As the most hardworking person in their dormitory, he was already fully dressed and waiting for them.

"Carl, where did you put my toothpaste for me after using it yesterday?"

"Sorry, Philip, I ran out of your toothpaste yesterday..."

"Wow, you are so cruel! You are eating toothpaste!"

...

After fighting for a while, the four of them finally packed up everything and marched towards the cafeteria and then the classroom!

...

Cal and the others first came to the Potions classroom and sat down in the seats assigned by the professors. Their first subject was Potions.

"Boom!"

The door opened suddenly, and the old bat Snape walked in in three steps at a time. The black cloak was automatic without wind.

In an instant, the little wizards present felt trembling, and the coercion of the old bat reached its peak due to the arrival of the final exam.

"Potions class is divided into two parts: written test and practice. Don't think about cheating, I have cast anti-cheating spells on your quills, and in practice, don't even think about using finished potions to get away with it. If you really do this, You will die miserably..."

Standing on the podium, Snape sneered sinisterly, making every little wizard shiver uncontrollably. Especially some Gryffindor cubs who were eager to cheat, they didn't even dare to move at this moment.

Immediately after the old bat announced the start of the exam, all the little wizards immediately took action.

Snape himself was constantly patrolling the classroom, occasionally showing a sinister smile. He even stared at Harry closely, and walked around to him from time to time.

Then Harry tremblingly finished his Potions exam at five hertz.

As for Carl, many of his potion brewing skills were taught one-on-one by Snape, and it was impossible for him to make any mistakes. Unless Snape's old face was gone and he had to pick on him, he couldn't find a suitable reason to mock Carl even if he wanted to.

After the written test is the practical operation of the potion. This is even simpler. The level of potion brewing made by Karl has already surpassed the level of students by far. Even his works can be placed in the potion shop and sold as high-end products.

After he finished all the operations and raised his hands, Snape walked over and just glanced at Carl's practice works. Just took a piece of parchment and drew a big O on it. Then leave to continue to supervise Harry.

And Ron inevitably suffered because he was at the same table with Harry, almost burning through the cauldron just like Neville.

After the Potions exam, Harry and Ron were almost desperate. During the written test, Snape was hanging around him almost all the time. Although he didn't say much because of the written test, the practice later on was different. The old bat flapped its pitch-black wings and sprayed venom frantically beside him.

"Carl, Hermione. This time I'm screwed..."

The little savior and Ron were crying, and they were both about to collapse.

Karl can't do anything about it, he can only... only comfort them.

Fortunately, they did well in the following History of Magic and Herbal Medicine classes, and after bowls of chicken soup for the soul comforted by Karl, they finally regained their confidence.

However, it was Carl's turn to suffer from the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam. Quirrell stood on the podium all the time and didn't look at the other little wizards making any small moves. He kept watching him closely, as if Karl owed him money. Obviously, he hated Karl to the bone.

"Qi Luo is really a white-eyed wolf. I kindly left a hundred gold galleons so that you can enjoy life before you receive your box lunch. This guy is not only ungrateful, but also looks at me with this pair of eyes that want to eat people. Morning Knowing this, there should not be a single Nat left for him before."

Carl sat on the chair and wrote the examination paper, shaking his head imperceptibly, secretly lamenting the cruelty of the world.

"Idiot, don't look! Take back those dog eyes of yours!"

"I'll give you as many Galleons as you want after I get the Philosopher's Stone and I'll be resurrected perfectly! Power, money, and other things are all within your reach! The other damned little wizard won't live long!"

"Follow the plan and don't screw me up! If something really happens, there's no need for you to exist!"

Voldemort's roar suddenly sounded in Quirrell's mind. With sweet dates in one hand and a big stick in the other, Qi Luo was subdued in an instant.

The latter respectfully obeyed his boss's order in an instant and stopped looking at Carl, but glanced at Harry secretly, his eyes were full of desire for power and money, and that desire would burn him completely... …

After the exam, Quirrell quickly collected the students' exam papers and left quickly. Not only because he really didn't want to see Carl, but more importantly, he wanted to arrange something for the upcoming stealing of the Philosopher's Stone.

The three of Carl and Alex walked out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, talking and laughing, discussing how they did in the exam today. As Ravenclaws, they are naturally much more relaxed about this kind of exam.

Although Harry and Ron failed in Potions, their good results in the next few exams made them feel a lot better after being a little depressed.

"Hey! Carl, how are you doing?"

Miss Know-it-all was particularly excited to see Carl again after the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. In her eyes, the only one who can compete with her for the first place in the whole grade is Karl.

"The test should be pretty good, it should be all O."

Carl smiled at her politely, and then they walked into the Transfiguration classroom together.

This is the last exam and the hardest one...