DNF Meets Harry Potter

Carl patted his chest with lingering fear, looking at Snape's face as black as soot, he couldn't help but secretly rejoiced, fortunately he cast the head-bubbling spell in time, otherwise the fate would not be much better than Snape's.

"You also know that it was last year, don't tell me you don't understand Professor Snape? This power is naturally..."

With a smile, he took out a small mirror from inside his robe and looked at it, heaved a sigh of relief, luckily he didn't become a non-chief.

Snape was trembling with anger, and couldn't help raising his wand again to give Carl a hard time.

"Hey, hey, this level of demonstration is enough. If we continue to fight, the auditorium will be blown up by us. Let's stop, okay, Professor Snape?

Let's count this round as a draw! "

Seeing Snape's distraught look, Carl quickly waved his hand to show that he couldn't be offended, he had already exposed enough today.

"Severus, Professor Dumbledore also said not to go too far before agreeing..."

Professor McGonagall stepped forward and began to persuade him too.

"Clean up!"

Professor Flitwick threw a cleansing spell on him, after all, Snape looked too embarrassed now.

Karl glanced at Snape with a smirk, and slowly walked down and lifted it, the angry old bat almost ran away.

Seeing the graceful Karl walk down, Malfoy's face was ashen, while the students from other houses all looked at him in awe.

Although they knew last year that he joined forces with the savior Harry Potter to see through the conspiracy of the dark wizard Quirrell and defend the Sorcerer's Stone, but his true strength has always been a mystery, but today they are finally lucky enough to see it.

Although it was a draw, anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that Professor Snape was still one move away.

Not to mention that he is only in the second grade now, if nothing else happens, he will definitely become a great wizard comparable to Dumbledore.

Lockhart walked over enthusiastically with his waist supported, and put his arms around Carl's shoulders affectionately, giving everyone the illusion that the relationship between the two is very good.

"Okay, Professor Snape, it's time for us to get down to business." Lockhart greeted Snape, ready to form a team for everyone.

"Come on, Harry, how about being with me? Karl recently repaired my wand, and my spellcasting ability has also improved a lot. Although it can't be compared with his pervert, it's still very strong!"

Hearing this, Ron immediately hugged Harry enthusiastically, even his eyes sparkled.

"No, no, no, I don't think it will do any good for the two of you together." Snape had long wanted to fix Harry, how could he let Ron do what he wanted?

He walked over quickly, and said with a sneer, "Weasley, you can form a pair with Longbottom. It just so happens that your level is similar, so there won't be a situation like that between me and Professor Lockhart."

Ron was so angry that the old bat would get involved in everything. He clenched the wand repaired by Carl tightly, wishing to throw a curse directly on his face. But in this way, he can only think about it. After seeing the strength of the old bat, the fear in his heart has increased to a higher level.

"As for Potter, heh..."

Snape looked straight into Harry's eyes, making the poor little savior shudder.

Snape stroked his chin lightly, showing a playful smile, "Malfoy, come up. Come and compete, let's see if the Boy Who Lived is worthy of his fame!"

But don't let me down! "

Malfoy was trembling with excitement when he heard the Dean turned over his cards, and the opponent was still the most odious Potter. He drew out his wand and walked quickly, his excitement was palpable.

"Very well, now, face your opponent!" Lockhart returned to the stage to act as the referee, and he shouted loudly:

"Bow! Three...two..."

But he didn't want Malfoy to play cards unreasonably. Before that one could be called out, a "hanging flip" came up.

Caught off guard, Harry flipped three times in the air and fell down on the stage in embarrassment.

After suffering such a big grievance, can he bear it?

After getting up quickly, a "grin and hula" greeted Malfoy while he was not paying attention.

The scene became more and more uncontrollable, and the duel between Harry and Malfoy seemed more exciting than Snape and Carl.

The wands of the two fell to the audience at the same time. The two roared angrily, rushed towards each other and wrestled together and began to wrestle together. The whole place was a large-scale philosophical exchange scene, and the air was full of burning breath.

Like chickens pecking at each other, they blushed and began to pull their hair, stuck their necks, snapped off their little fingers, and kicked the sponge.

"Playing magic fart, this is the real wizard duel, ahem...box~box~box..."

Carl bent over and covered his stomach, out of breath from laughing.

"Don't fight, you don't fight anymore!"

Hermione screamed loudly towards the stage.

Harry made a vicious trick of monkey stealing peaches, but was narrowly escaped by Malfoy. His back was soaked in cold sweat, like a Hulk, and his understanding of philosophy soared as he became more angry.

He bit Harry's arm hard, and Harry let go of his neck with a yelp in pain. Then he hit the black tiger with a backhand to break free from the restraints, and then the crow took a plane to play a complete set of control chains and rode on Harry.

"Damn it! Two-level reversal!"

Carl opened his eyes wide and roared excitedly. Unexpectedly, in another world, he would be lucky enough to meet Wang's true biography.

How could Harry, who had never had enough to eat or wear warm clothes since he was a child, be the opponent of Malfoy who was pampered from birth, and now the situation is completely reversed.

Malfoy then rode on him excitedly, locked his hands with his knees and thighs, and began to ravage him with both hands.

"Take it easy, bastard! It's bleeding!"

Harry burst into tears when he hit Harry, he gathered all his strength to make a violent move, and finally threw Malfoy off his body, then cried and punched him, the punch was right on the nose , the blood gushed out from the beating, and the nose was tilted to one side, but it seemed like a sauce shop was opened, and the salty, sour, and spicy hair rolled out...

Malfoy here is not easy to mess with. Seeing that Harry regained the situation, he raised his fist and punched the brow on the corner of the eye socket. Green, black, and purple will all bloom...

The young wizards watching from both sides were afraid of the two of them, and no one dared to persuade them.

"Oh~..., no, I can't take it anymore..."

Carl patted Ron's thigh beside him, laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist.

"Then can you pat yourself on the thigh?!"

Poor little Ron wiped the teardrops from the corners of his eyes, and there was a hint of crying in his words...