DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Ming people don't say dark words, I really want to ask you to help me with something this time!"

Carl collected himself and looked at Snape seriously.

"Let's hear it, I don't know what Mr. Harris, who has great powers and calculates everything, can't do it?"

Snape flicked his black cloak and did it leisurely.

"Animagus potion, you should know..." Carl flipped his wrist, and the bottle of Mandrake leaves presented by Professor McGonagall appeared in the air, shaking slightly.

"Animagus? It turned out to be this, did you expect Mr. Harris to be interested in this..."

The corner of Snape's mouth rose slightly, he understood that the initiative this time was finally in his hands...

"What if you don't have to pay back the five hundred gold Galleons you owe me?"

Carl folded his hands on his chest and said in a flat tone.

"Not enough! The chrysalis of the Grimacing Moth is now on the market for 300 plus, and it is still the kind that is priceless..."

Snape shook his head and said playfully.

"Then what do you want?!"

Carl said with a bit of a headache, usually he cheated too much on Snape, this time he probably will suffer retribution.

"I don't need the five hundred gold Galleons, but I want a promise from you!"

Snape got up from his chair, walked to the locker, and took out a small brown bottle from it. Pull the plug off, and a black chrysalis lies quietly inside...

"Yes! But the value must be determined by the contract! If it exceeds the value, you know..."

Karl pondered for a while, then took out another blank parchment contract from the inside of the wizard robe, and a golden quill appeared out of thin air and immediately began to write on it.

Snape quietly watched the golden writing on it gradually emerge, and a smile began to appear on his expressionless face.

"Look at the content, if you don't have any comments, let it be..."

A moment later, Carl picked up a quill brush, signed his name on it, and pushed it to Snape.

The old bat read it three times in detail, and after making sure that Carl was not playing word games with him, he wrote his name with confidence.

After solving the Animagus potion, Karl finally felt relieved, asking him to get such a complicated potion, it would be better to kill him.

"Professor really knows how to do business. Now I am a little curious about how you will use this promise in the future..." Carl said with a hippie smile, but his eyes glanced back and forth among various bottles and jars: "Old acquaintances come here to connect some You don’t even have any drinks... Are you so poor? Impossible, I’m not a devil after all, I must have left some coffin books for you..."

"If you really want to drink something... I still have a lot of high-strength veritaserum in stock... Based on years of experience, I personally think that thing is more exciting than pumpkin juice, butter beer, etc. up.

It's sure to moisten your throat so you can get some more witty words out of that sharp little mouth. "Snape opened a medicine cabinet drawer sinisterly and said, showing several small crystal vials inside.

Carl poked his head over and took a look, and said without fear, "Throat? I think it's a throat lock! Professor Snape, your heart is so dark that it's boundless..."

Veritaserum, that thing is not only powerful, it is extremely violent, forcibly breaking through the defense line of the brain, this operation is terrifying when you think about it.

With this thing, Dementor is like a younger brother in front of it. Three drops of this thing is the limit for ordinary wizards. Carl estimates that the effect caused by using too much is not much different from excessive use of the Cruciatus Curse. The example of the Longbottoms is placed at St. Mungo's Hospital...

In the original time and space, Snape was even more confident in the Goblet of Fire. Harry said that only three drops are needed, and even the mysterious man has to tell his darkest secrets. The power of Veritaserum is evident.

Although Carl felt that Voldemort should be able to withstand the effect of this thing, if he wanted to resist the effect of this thing with only his own mental will, he probably had to wait another two years.

Snape sneered, thinking to himself, in terms of blackness, probably only Dumbledore, that old bee who likes to pretend to be crazy, can compare with you in this huge Hogwarts.

"Okay, I don't want to flirt with you anymore. Every time you face me, your lifeless face is ugly like an injustice. Lily was beaten up by me, and you still treat me like this. I feel you You should touch your own conscience carefully, and then ask yourself if it will hurt there..."

Now that the deal has been completed, Carl doesn't want to show Snape any more good looks. Every time he meets him, he looks like that, which really makes him lose interest. After a few words of ridicule, the boy stood up from the chair, gave him a look of distaste, and then slammed the door and left, leaving Snape alone with the veins on his forehead sulking.

Damn vampire, one day I will make you spit out all the blood that sucked me!

Snape used the brain defense technique, trying to force himself not to think about Carl, and finally walked out quietly. The dew that hasn't seen sunlight or human contact for seven days is not easy to find, and he doesn't have any stock here...

...

On a night ten days later, the brilliance of the full moon shone across Hogwarts, and endless stars were dotted around it. In the depths of the distant Forbidden Forest, one or two excited howls of wolves could be heard from time to time.

Carl gently got up from the bed and stared at the full moon outside the window. With a flick of his wrist, the bottle of Mandrake leaves presented by Professor McGonagall appeared in his hand. Pulling off the stopper, looking at the fresh and tender green leaves, he showed hesitation, a little hesitation, but after all, he closed his eyes, picked one out of it and put it into his mouth.

Hmm~, not bad. Quite refreshing, a bit like mint flavor...

This was Karl's first impression of the mandrake leaves, but soon he knew the power of this thing, and almost swallowed the leaves together when eating on the first day.

Later, he learned to be good. When eating, he took the initiative to hide the mandrake leaves under his tongue and close to his jaw, chewing carefully and slowly, for fear of accidentally swallowing the food with the leaves.

"Carl, what's going on with you? Could it be that you're sick?" Alex asked in surprise when he saw Carl's strange behavior while eating.

"No~, it's nothing... just~ I just got angry these two days, probably mouth ulcers... a small problem, no~, it's not a problem..."

Carl swallowed a piece of steak with difficulty, and said vaguely. With a leaf in his mouth, even his small mouth, which even taunted Professor Snape as neat and playful as if smeared with honey, stuttered...

I have suffered from mouth ulcers these two days, and it really hurts to death. Sure enough, the text comes from life ()