DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Carl, look at the door! Unexpectedly, the dementors have already stretched their hands here!"

Harry rubbed his eyes, looked at the black figure at the door and said in astonishment.

"Pfftch~..."

Niali couldn't help it anymore, maybe Harry was the only one who could see the old bat Snape as a dementor. Although his attire is indeed not much different from that of dementors.

Standing in front of the closed door, Snape spotted them from a distance. After seeing that nothing happened to Harry, the troublemaker, he seemed relieved, but he glanced at Carl again, his eyes were quick It became cold again.

With a creak, the door slowly opened. Professor McGonagall stepped out in her favorite emerald green robe, her hair was pulled into a tight bun, and her eyes were as piercing as an eagle's.

As soon as she came out, she just glanced at her, and the noisy little wizards in the crowd quickly shut up. Professor McGonagall's sternness is well known, the kind that his own people will never let go of, and he can't afford to provoke him~...

Professor McGonagall spotted Harry in the crowd at a glance, and she walked over quickly and said anxiously: "Harry, there was news from an Auror earlier that you were attacked by a dementor, and you are in very bad condition.

You should hurry to the school hospital, Madam Pomfrey is waiting for you there. By the way, Ron, you go with him~..."

"Thank you Professor~, but~... I'm fine." Harry said politely.

"The attack of the dementors is no joke, if not treated in time, there may be sequelae left behind!

Are you sure you're really okay? I guess that's for Madam Pomfrey to decide! "

Professor McGonagall frowned, pursed her lips thinly, and said harshly. Malfoy saw the abnormal look on Professor McGonagall's face and his beloved Potter, and immediately pushed aside the chaotic crowd and came over.

He's learned a lot of poses over the summer and can't wait to share them with his dear Scarhead.

Harry pushed away Malfoy, who was coming over to eavesdrop, and hesitated for a while, but he was sure that he was in good condition and would not trouble Madam Pomfrey. After using the "Small World Instrument" given by Carl, his body is indeed fine.

"Okay~, you guys go in first, the sorting ceremony is about to start." Professor McGonagall looked at him from beginning to end for a while, and after confirming that he was fine, he turned and left, as the vice-principal It is her basic job to guide first-year freshmen to enroll and sort them into schools every year.

As soon as Professor McGonagall walked away, Malfoy sneaked over immediately, put his hands on Harry's shoulders restlessly, and asked gloatingly, "Potter~, did you really pass out? The famous Is the savior so intimidating?!"

Harry knocked off his paw angrily, put his fingers together, and swung his fist to hit his chest.

However, Malfoy has been fighting with him for two years, what moves does Harry not know? Not to mention that he only learned all kinds of difficult postures and postures during the summer vacation, and immediately, like a loach, he dodged this small punch that wanted to hammer his chest.

"As expected, the one who cares about Harry the most, besides Voldemort, is Malfoy."

Carl glanced at the majestic Hogwarts Castle in front of him, and smiled softly.

"By the way! Almost forgot an important thing!"

To Malfoy's surprise, Professor McGonagall shot back for some reason, and when he saw him and Harry fighting, he immediately gave them both a hard look, and at the same time confirmed it in his heart. Harry was really fine, and even had strength to fight.

Malfoy, who was stared at by Professor McGonagall, had no choice but to let go of Harry's collar, and then quickly ran away from the Slytherin team. He was very sure that if it wasn't for the fact that this year had just started and there were no points in the college cups of the four colleges, Professor McGonagall would definitely miss five points for each of them.

Professor McGonagall's sharp eyes scanned the crowd like infrared rays, and finally landed on Carl. She pointed at Carl with a serious tone: "There are really too many things this year! I almost forgot one more thing~…”

Carl's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that the school found out that he and the two lovely Aurors played a game of fairy jumping? No way!

Carl looked at Harry and Ron next to him in panic, trying to find a partner who was responsible for the crime together to reduce the crime.

It's just a pity that the direction of Professor McGonagall's fingers has remained the same, and he has always pointed firmly: "According to the reports of the two Aurors, you attacked a total of 273 soul-destroyers on the train. Strange! And caused two deaths~...

According to the final result of the negotiations between the Ministry of Magic and the school, you are strictly prohibited from getting close to the dementors without reason, if they disappear or the dissected remains are found somewhere in Hogwarts, and you can't produce an alibi .

Hmph~, you understand the consequences...I'm afraid Mr. Filch will be laughing this year~..."

"Professor, look at what you said, am I the kind of person who just troubles the dementors when I have nothing to do? Dementors are so ugly, I don't have any desire to dissect them~, at least they have to be~... ..."

Hearing that Professor McGonagall mentioned this matter, Carl suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was not caught playing fairy dance, otherwise, what would Dumbledore's old glass think of him? It's time to wear tinted glasses again.

"At least it has to be at the level of a basilisk, right? I think last year's basilisk was pretty ugly, but didn't you still patiently dissect it? From teeth to bones, there is no residue left Down~..."

Professor McGonagall remembered what happened last year, and said with a half-smile, wanting to see what else he could say.

The smile on Carl's face froze, secretly thinking that Professor McGonagall is really not a fuel-efficient lamp.

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Harry and Ron!"

Carl glanced at Harry and the others who were holding back a smile and watching the joke, and said desperately.

"Yes, yes! Dementors are so disgusting, there's no way Karl would dissect them!"

Harry read the menacing look in Carl's eyes and said solemnly.

"Right! Harry was right!"

Ron rolled his eyes, who said on the train that they wanted to catch two dementors to dissect them for fun? But Harry has already said so, let's follow through to the end~...

"Look, Professor McGonagall, Ron and the others have said so. I was really just passively defending just now. Otherwise, Harry's soul would probably be swallowed by a dementor like drinking bubble tea~..."

Carl blinked his big eyes at Professor McGonagall. With his fair little face and his height, which might not even be thirteen years old, he looked pitiful.

And his cute and pitiful appearance didn't work for Professor McGonagall. If she hadn't known that last year Carl alone slaughtered a thousand-year-old basilisk and together with Lockhart exterminated Voldemort's Horcrux, she might have really believed in his evil.

So his innocent little eyes did not get the understanding of Professor McGonagall: "Why are you pretending to be pitiful with me? I don't know what level you are? Your anima~...cough cough, animaji Transfiguration or I taught you!

Those seriously injured dementors protested to the Ministry of Magic immediately after returning to Azkaban for recuperation, saying that you almost killed more than two hundred of their brothers and sisters maliciously.

If it weren't for this extraordinary period, and Professor Dumbledore used his connections to suppress the matter, the one who warned you now should be the director of the Auror office, Scrimgeour, or Minister Fudge himself! "

Carl cursed MMP in his heart, Professor McGonagall actually brought up the old things from last year and the year before last. And those two Aurors who need to be beat up - the incident was reported in detail, but why didn't they come to stop it as soon as it happened?

Are you trying to make things difficult for me? it is good! Don't even want your underwear next time we meet! Like I said, even Merlin can't keep your pants!

And those hot chicken dementors, what's wrong with learning something? I have to learn from Malfoy but I can't beat the complaint~... Do you know how badly he was punished by me before?

"I see, Professor McGonagall, I will definitely not die!"

No matter how wonderful the inner drama is, at this moment he can only assure Professor McGonagall.

"It's better to be like this! This year, Sirius escaped from prison, and Hogwarts can't stand any more trouble!"

Professor McGonagall took one last deep look at him, then turned and left, it was getting late.

...

After Professor McGonagall left, Harry came over, sighed and patted Carl on the shoulder lightly. But why does he feel that Harry is holding back his laughter now~...

"Malfoy is really annoying! Harry, you should have been faster just now~..."

Ron glanced at Malfoy, who was following the Slytherin team into the auditorium, and said with some annoyance.

"This year is still long! In the future, I will definitely let him know how powerful I am!"

Harry gritted his teeth and said that whenever something happened to him, Malfoy, like his father Lucius, was always the first to jump out and make trouble.

Several people chatted all the way into the auditorium, Carl found that they seemed just right, there were neither too many nor too many people from the four colleges, Professor McGonagall just led a group of immature faces through the aisle between the long tables, The Sorting Hat sat quietly on the chair, and no one knew who was the first to put it on...

"Carl, do you know what you did today? It was amazing!"

Karl had just sat firmly with Niyari when Alex, who had been away for two months, came up and said excitedly.

"Isn't it just that the car overturned more than two hundred dementors? What's the big deal? Because of this incident, I was scolded by Professor McGonagall just now. She also said that if the dementors stationed at Hogwarts this year If anything happens to the dementors, if you can't find the murderer, be the first to kill me!"

Carl adjusted a more comfortable posture and said with some helplessness. Too strong is also a sin!

"You're joking! One dementor can scare the little wizards of the first grade into screams, let alone more than two hundred.

I heard Senior Sister Penello say that according to their prefects, there were at least 20 little wizards who had to scramble for the bathroom on the train to change their pants after being searched by the dementors. "

Philip put down the magic book that covered his face like a biography, and interjected. Carl glanced up with a slightly curious look, good guy!

Passionate Kiss with a Dementor! "

Signed: Alvin Ofilis~...

The name of this person, Carl, has not been heard of much, and he is probably a not-so-famous wizard. But according to this name, Carl thinks it should be Gilderoy Lockhart to be more normal.

After all, Professor Lockhart is now in the group of small rooms in the deepest part of Azkaban. In the name of his fancy books-"Breaking with the Female Ghost", "Swimming with Ghouls", this "Passionate Kiss with Dementors" should be the book of Professor Lockhart. right!

At the same time, Lockhart, who was far away in the deepest part of Azkaban in the middle of the North Sea, couldn't help shivering, and then wrapped himself tightly in his tattered quilt~, for some reason, he felt offended... …

Not only Alex and Philip, but even the young wizards of the other three colleges also cast their eyes curiously when they saw Karl.

The brilliance of the mysterious dimension turned into a particle storm, and most of the little wizards saw the scene where all the dementors were beaten and fled, so when they saw the master entering the arena, many people were talking about what happened on the train in private. that scene.

"Next, Chrissy Agnes!"

"Hufflepuff!"

With the last sentence of the Sorting Hat shouting loudly, this year's sorting ceremony finally came to an end.

As the little Hufflepuff badger named Chrissy Agnes walked down the steps under the applause of the professors and seniors, Dumbledore stood up with a smile. I still have to say a few words first, otherwise it doesn't fit his personality.

Old Glass smoothed the wrinkles of his dark purple wizard robe, stroked his beard, and looked around at all the old and new faces in the auditorium.

"First of all, let us welcome new students to the Hogwarts family!

Second, I have a few very important things to remind you before you enjoy your first big dinner at Hogwarts. Don't be distracted, because this is related to your personal safety this year~...

I believe that most of you have already got the news, but there may be some who don't know~ So, don't dislike me as an old man~...

As we all know, because Sirius escaped from Azkaban, our school has welcomed some dementors from Azkaban, and they will be stationed here for a long time, unless Black is brought back to justice~..."

When he said this, Dumbledore paused, and couldn't help turning his eyes to Carl, Fudge is really difficult~...