DNF Meets Harry Potter

Harry touched his dark cheeks and said a little embarrassedly, "Professor Flitwick, maybe we need a feather."

Professor Flitwick twitched the corners of his mouth. He had taught at Hogwarts for so many years, but this was the first time he had met a student who could complete the Explosion Charm.

My child, you may not be suitable for using these conventional spells in future battles. Thunder Mage should be the path you should take.

Flitwick had a grin on his face, and scolded mmp in his heart, which made a slap in the face.

At this time, he was just about to use Transfiguration to change a feather for Harry, when Carl controlled the feather to fly over with a subtle silent spell and landed firmly on Harry's desk.

"Professor Flitwick, I don't think you need to look for a feather anymore, I probably won't be able to use it in this class." A confident smile bloomed on Carl's face.

"Wonderful silent casting and perfect control, the students in this class really gave me a big surprise. I have never seen a student who can use silent casting to make feathers float so quickly in my career. "Professor Flitwick smiled: "Ravenclaw five points!"

At the same time, he also secretly added a sentence in his heart: "I have never seen a student who can blow himself up by playing a floating spell..."

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With the sound of the end of get out of class bell and the sound of Professor Flitwick assigning homework, the Ravenclaws successfully ended their morning study. Carl picked up his textbook and then went to the dining room for lunch.

The restaurant was bustling, and the four long tables were already full of seats, making it very lively. The smell of books is no longer in the air, but the aroma of various foods.

Carl chose a spot at random to sit down. Today he added 10 points to his academy, and finally he can eat with his back straight. Last night, after a series of car rollover incidents during the day, the eyes of those slaves made him feel uncomfortable.

The food at Hogwarts has never disappointed Carl, perhaps because the house-elves are not masters of dark cooking? Delicious dishes fill the table, not just fish and chips...  

After the wonderful meal time, Karl knocked on the bronze knocker of the common room, and an ethereal voice sounded.

"Phoenix and Huo, which comes first and which comes last?"

"There is no sequence, they loop indefinitely."

After Carl gave the answer directly, he pushed open the door and walked in. He wanted to have a good night's sleep. In the afternoon, there will be a flying class with the four colleges together, and there will definitely be a lot of things going on.

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At about 2:00 p.m., Karl woke up from his lunch break and walked to the flying lessons with the first-year Ravenclaw students.

The sun was not shining brightly across Hogwarts, and when Carl walked out, he felt warm all over his body. From time to time, a breeze brushed gently across his cheeks. This was a fine weather, perfect for outdoor activities.

The professor of flying lessons is Mrs. Hooch, who is not only a professor of flying lessons at Hogwarts, but also a member and judge of the International Quidditch Association. It is worth mentioning that the professors of every class at Hogwarts are top figures in the industry, um~, except for a certain Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Mrs. Hooch stood on the grass, with short silver-gray hair that looked like it stood up like thin needles. Unlike Carl and Harry's green eyes and almost ninety-nine percent of Europeans, her eyes were actually yellow.

Carl has never heard of this kind of eye color. Generally only some magical creatures have yellow pupils.

Next to her were dozens of tattered, burr-grown, spicy chicken brooms that were about to fall apart.

Seeing the students walking towards her slowly and laughing, she couldn't help but sternly said: "Time is life! Who are you doing it so slowly? Hurry up and put a broom at your feet, and the last one will come over. five points deduction!"

It can be seen that, like Professor McGonagall, she is also a person who is not easy to mess with.

But also, which of the entire Hogwarts except Lockhart is easy to mess with?

Carl looked at the tattered broomsticks and couldn't help covering his face. I'm afraid it hasn't been changed for decades. The school board of directors and the bursary are just boring. How can they be so careless about the teaching materials.

After thinking about it, he didn't go to get the broom with his classmates, but went straight to Mrs. Hoochie. At this moment, all the little wizards present set their eyes on him. Now, he is the prettiest boy in the world!

"Child, do you have any questions?" Mrs. Hooch frowned, she had already understood what she said just now.

"Professor, can I use my broom to teach in the future?" Carl smiled at Mrs. Hooch and asked politely.

"You brought your own broom?" Mrs. Hooch's brows were almost twisted into a zigzag shape, and those yellow eyes looked at Carl tightly: "Mr. Harris, you are only in the first grade. And I miss you You must have read the entire letter when you received the letter from Hogwarts."

"Professor, I know this rule, but Professor Dumbledore has already agreed with me to use it." Carl directly used the name of the old head of Deng, anyway, now he will not cause trouble for himself, no need to use it , he is too lazy to play with Mrs. Hooch here.

Sure enough, when she heard Dumbledore's name, Mrs. Hooch thought for a while and said in agreement, "Then take out the broom and show me if the talisman meets the standard."

Carl: "..."

Mrs. Hooch, won't your conscience hurt when you say this?

This kind of broom that is about to be bald and has been out of date for decades can be used. How can Carl's own width not meet the standard?

Carl wiped his waist without a word, and took out the Spirit of God Broom from the system space.

A touch of pink light shot out in an instant, this is ~, this is the light of the artifact!

Comparing the gorgeous God's Lingyue with the coquettish and coquettish bastards around him, this force was revealed in an instant.

Mrs. Hooch's eyes straightened when she saw the Divine Spirit Leaping broom. She suddenly felt that the Nimbus 2000, which was hard to find on the market, and even the blown Neptune flying into the sky were all spicy chickens in front of Divine Spirit Leaping. .

As she regards Quidditch as her lifelong career, she knows all about the performance and cost-effectiveness of every type of broomstick on the market. She just calculated based on God's Spiritual Leap, those things are not even better than One percent of the family.

"Gudong~"

She swallowed her saliva, her inner excitement could not calm down for a long time.