DNF Meets Harry Potter

Snape wandered around the classroom several times, and after blowing up a dozen cauldrons, he stopped beside Carl and stared straight into Carl's cauldron with malicious eyes.

Carl knew that as long as there was a slight error in his next operation, Snape would burst into flames, and then fully exerted his senior troll skills of five sprays per second.

But this time he was destined to be disappointed. Carl calmly handled several slugs into the cauldron, waved his wand to turn on the fire, and after it melted, put in the porcupine thorns and stirred it counterclockwise three and a half times to control the heat.

After five minutes, it's done!

Snape's face turned even colder when he saw Carl successfully completing his classwork, as if someone owed him a hundred Galleons.

Immediately, he leaned over and began to examine it, trying to find the slightest mistake.

But he was disappointed. Inside the cauldron was the uncooled scabies potion, boiling with blue bubbles.

He sniffed again with his huge aquiline nose. Yes, yes, that charming rotten cabbage smell.

All the steps and methods are perfect, and it's really impossible for him to pick things up.

"Badly pass!" After he straightened up and said coldly, he walked away and stopped paying attention.

...

A Potions class would be hell for students other than Slytherins. When Snape finished arranging the potions class paper and said the sentence that the get out of class was over, all the little wizards seemed to hear the sound of nature, with happy expressions on their faces, and then frantically rushed from the door of the classroom as if they were avoiding the flood and beasts. go out.

Carl slowly packed his things and was the last to walk out of the classroom door.

"Mr. Harris, I hope you won't forget your business tonight, otherwise you won't have good fruit to eat in the next class..." Snape's cold voice sounded as Carl stepped out of the classroom door.

"I remember, Professor. Also, I hope we can have a good talk tonight, maybe it will be of great benefit to both of us..." Carl replied in a erratic voice.

"Then I'll see what kind of surprise Mr. Harris can give me tonight." Snape sneered disdainfully, he just took this remark as a joke.

Carl picked up the crucible and other tools, and was about to return to the dormitory when he saw Professor McGonagall walking towards him.

"Mr. Harris, I think the school clearly wrote in the admission letter that first-year freshmen are not allowed to bring broomsticks. And if you use it in the academy in violation of school rules, Ravenclaw will deduct 10 points."

"In addition, Headmaster Dumbledore has something to ask you. The password for the headmaster's office is Zizzi Honey Candy."

Under Carl's slightly twitching eyes, Professor McGonagall turned and left after announcing everything.

"Damn it, this is really a pill! It seems that the Broom of Spirit Leap has successfully attracted the attention of Dumbledore's old glass.

Carl covered his face and said that he needed to be quiet now.

"Zizi honey candy."

Carl read out the password of the principal's office, and then the huge stone beast in front of him moved away, and a few steps descended.

The door to the principal's room was a gleaming oak door with a brass knocker in the shape of a griffin.

He stepped forward, held the knocker and knocked lightly, and the door opened automatically, revealing the original appearance of the principal's office inside.

This is a beautiful and spacious circular room, the walls are covered with portraits of former Hogwarts headmasters, they saw Carl walk in and ignored him, talking and sleeping.

At this time, Dumbledore was sitting on the lounge chair teasing his Phoenix Fox.

Watching the movement of Carl's stopped hands as he walked in, he looked at Carl with a seemingly kind smile and said, "Sit down, Carl. Want something to eat, how about the cockroach pile? It's sweet."

After all, there was a group of cockroaches crawling around on the plate in front of him.

Although Carl knew that this thing, like a chocolate frog, was actually chocolate, he still felt a chill in his heart.

Toads don't bite people, they respond to people!

"It's really an old bee! What strange things are this eating."

"No need, Headmaster, I just had a snack." Carl looked at the cockroaches densely crawling on the table and could only give Dumbledore an embarrassed but polite smile.

Dumbledore picked up a cockroach from the plate, took a bite, and said casually, "This should be the first time we meet, don't be nervous, I called you here just to chat with you and ask questions. It's just a trivial matter."

"Come on, here we go."

"Then may I ask the Headmaster, is there something about my use of a broom at Hogwarts?" Carl answered directly. Dumbledore should have known it by now.

"I heard from the portraits that your broom seems to be different from the ones on the market now, and it has a beautiful shape."

"Excuse the curiosity of an old man who was also a Quidditch enthusiast in his youth and often collected some precious brooms."

Dumbledore said kindly, if it were a little wizard, he might have believed his nonsense.

Carl understands that this year, when the Savior entered the school, Dumbledore laid down a big chessboard, and even the incomplete Voldemort became his pawn. He wants to control everything in his own hands and not allow other uncontrollable factors to affect Harry Potter's experience plan.

"Interesting, it seems that the leaping broom made the old bee feel a little uneasy, and wanted to verify his thoughts in time."

He pretended to take out a small purse from his pocket, took it out, but actually took it out from the system space.

An exquisite broom appeared in his hand, shining with golden brilliance.

Dumbledore was shocked when he saw the real thing. He felt extremely powerful magic under this gorgeous broom, if it wasn't for a broom, he would have thought it was a powerful wand.

"How about it, Principal, this broom of mine is not bad, it's much prettier than the ones on the market." Carl smiled proudly, like a child showing off to a good friend.

Dumbledore listened to Carl's words, his old body leaned forward slightly, and a little bit of light flickered under the half-moon glasses.

Dementor! This old man is indeed a perverted voyeur, just wanting to peep into other people's inner thoughts.

"System, buy the primary psychoactive potion and put it in a beverage bottle."

"One thousand five hundred and ten gold coins were successfully deducted."

Carl lowered his head and took out a bottle of pumpkin juice from his purse and drank it.

The essence of the soul has been greatly strengthened after crossing, and the psychoactive potion did not let Dumbledore see anything with a simple dementor, but only saw some trivial things that Carl deliberately fantasized about. In order to break through this barrier, unless he is serious.

The status has been changed (＾O＾)

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