DNF Meets Harry Potter

"I lost my beloved woman forever, and my career collapsed along with it. I think if Professor Dumbledore hadn't persuaded him in the end, he would probably kneel in front of Lily's grave and commit suicide..." Carl picked up The teacup drank the last drop of tea in it, then looked at Harry meaningfully.

Harry couldn't help shivering from the horror of his eyes.

"What kind of eyes are you looking at? It gives me goosebumps..."

The little savior hugged himself in fear, thinking that Karl might be thinking of something.

"It's nothing... don't you wonder how Dumbledore persuaded him?"

Carl said with a wicked smile on his face.

"How do I know if you don't tell me?"

Harry twitched the corner of his mouth, he felt that Karl was just getting worse for some reason.

"Sorry, I don't know the answer to this question. So, it's up to you to find out..."

Carl smiled sinisterly, this kind of tantalizing feeling was his favorite.

Hermione, who had been sad for a long time, was amused by Carl with a snort.

"By the way, Carl. How did you get your wand in Professor Lockhart's hands this morning?"

Ron, who finally broke free from Hagrid's arms, took a few breaths, and suddenly thought of the unreasonable Defense Against the Dark Arts class this morning.

"This...Professor Lockhart said that he forgot his wand in the classroom, but he didn't expect that the door of the classroom would not open once it was closed, so he asked me to borrow the wand..."

Carl smacked his lips, thought about it carefully, and decided that it's better not to expose Lockhart, after all, he is his big customer now, and he can't do such a stupid thing of cutting off his own money.

"By the way, as soon as you mentioned the wand, I suddenly remembered that your wand is not broken? Let me be healthy, I may have a way to fix it..."

Carl has always wanted to study how the wand is made, especially the traces inside. And hearing that the Ministry of Magic still has the means to trace back the spells cast by the wand, this made him even more curious.

"Of course, it's completely broken now anyway. It's fine to do whatever you want, and it would be great if it can be repaired." Ron immediately handed over his wand happily, looking into Carl's eyes There are some small expectations in it.

After Carl took the wand, he turned it over and observed it carefully, and found that the wand was badly damaged. After experiencing the double devastation of Whomping Willow and Lockhart, it has been broken in two, and the outside was only repaired and glued by Ron with magic glue, so that the wand would not be completely broken.

For this broken wand, the system only collected ten gold coins symbolically, and then adjusted all the information of the wand in detail. From this, we can see the material of this wand. But it cost him tens of thousands of gold coins.

Item introduction: Wand (ash wood, unicorn hair)

Rarity: Advanced (reduced to Common due to shattering)

Special Note: This is a badly damaged wand. The core of the wand has been severely damaged. Perhaps using it to kill yourself is a good choice...

"Maybe it can be repaired, but I can't guarantee it. I can only say that I can try it!" Carl frowned after seeing the instructions. This is really tricky. But with the help of Tom Riddle, he is still somewhat certain, but in order to prevent being slapped in the face, there are some words that cannot be said too much at any time...

"Then you can do whatever you want, don't worry about anything, anyway, it's bad enough now, it won't make any difference if it gets worse." Ron said weakly, now he was angry when he saw the half-dead appearance of this wand, At the same time, he was madly complaining about Lockhart in his heart.

The damage to the wand was simply worse for him who was not rich.

"That's fine!"

Carl nodded slightly, and with a flip of his wrist Ron's wand disappeared from his grasp.

Then Carl quietly listened to the unlucky Harry and Ron complaining about how disgusting Filch's methods were for a while, and when the sun gradually set, he also stood up and stretched: "Phew, it's already gone." It's been a long time since I came out...I want to go back to the dormitory first, how about you?"

"I'm going to clean the toilet..."

"I'm going to the trophy room to polish the trophies"

Harry and Ron said sadly, but they could only accept the arrangement of fate.

...

Carl and Nayari looked at each other, and smiled knowingly. The two returned to the dormitory, not for rest, of course, but took some necessary items and headed straight to the Room of Response, and then...

I did an action that didn't allow me to write it out in detail, and what was even more exasperating was that I was asked to complete the number of words...

In the end, Nayari and Carl walked out of the Response Room dripping with sweat, talking and laughing as if nothing had happened, and went to the auditorium again to prepare for dinner. During this journey, the artifact robes on the two of them played their greatest role. The profuse sweat on the head was quietly evaporated, and there was a burst of fragrance of shower gel...

Nayari elegantly cut a piece of steak with a knife and fork and gently put it into Carl's mouth, causing the roommates next to Carl to sigh and envy.

Soon, night fell, and today's night sky looked extraordinarily dark, with no starlight shining through the window.

Carl gently got up from the bed, still wearing pajamas. He pretended to grope his way to the desk in the dark, and carefully lit a candle.

Under the faint candlelight, several roommates who slept like dead pigs did not notice the sudden light source at all. Carl took a key from his pajamas pocket and opened the desk drawer.

"Damn it, I opened my own drawer, why did I act like a thief..."

Carl cursed secretly, and took out an old diary from the drawer. Tom, you are ready to be a tool man!

"Tom, Tom! Are you asleep? ! 』

With the faint candlelight, Carl picked up a quill and wrote a line of words on it lightly.

"I usually don't sleep except when I fall into a deep sleep when no one knows..."

Just after Carl finished writing, such words immediately appeared on the somewhat yellowed paper.

"Then can you guide me later?" Ron's wand is broken, and Professor Lockhart commissioned me to make a set of magic props for him, I may fail to make it alone...』

Carl scratched his head, pouted his mouth, pretended to be an innocent little wizard, and wrote this sentence.

"OK! But it's so late now, why did you tell me now? 』

The handwriting changed rapidly, and Tom Riddle felt a little puzzled.

"Because I found a good place! 』