DNF Meets Harry Potter

Snape gave him a meaningful look when he said this.

The corners of Carl's eyes twitched a little. He didn't get Alice's inheritance. He knew the divination with a hammer. All the previous games were spoilers, how could he know where Black was hiding after escaping?

"No one is omniscient and omnipotent, the future is too short to predict~..." He had no choice but to say, and at the same time added in his heart, unless he used extraordinary means such as asking Niyari to ask Yog-Sothoth for magic...

"Very well, very well. It seems that Mr. Harris is not omnipotent, so..."

The expression on Snape's face became more and more mean. He turned around and looked at Neville again. The more he looked at this little fat man who gave Black a chance, the more unhappy he became.

"Mr. Longbottom! Because of your problem, Black successfully infiltrated Hogwarts, and it almost turned into a tragedy! When will you be able to remember the lesson?!

Fifty points will be deducted from Gryffindor for this! Maybe I think a week of confinement will give you a long memory! "

Snape's tone was still so cold and piercing, Neville's body trembled violently after hearing the final trial, tears streaming down his face, this punishment is almost comparable to last year when Harry and Ron drove a black car to School's gone.

Seeing this scene, Professor McGonagall hesitated to speak, sighed slightly and shook his head, but in the end he did not refute Snape's opinion. The reason why Sirius sneaked into Hogwarts was that Neville's note provided him with an excellent opportunity, and this punishment was not too much.

Carl looked at the miserable Neville with a strange expression on his face. Neville provided conditions for Sirius, and he gave him all the tools for committing the crime, but he stood here in good order, and he really can't praise Neville's fate...

At this time, Naiyali, who had disappeared for a while, also came to Karl's side. Karl could see that the expression on her face seemed a little unhappy, but I thought it was true. Anyone who was woken up in the middle of the night would be annoyed to get up.

"I'll give you something! If you interfere with my sleep again, I can't spare you!"

Naiyali handed him a small box, then yawned and turned around, leaving without any intention of staying.

"What's this?"

"How do I know what this is? Didn't you ask me to give it to you just now? What else did you say was an elaborate Christmas gift for Professor Dumbledore!"

Naiyali didn't mean to stop, but just pushed a word from the crowd.

Professor McGonagall gave Carl a strange look. Christmas is still more than 20 days away and even the presents are ready. Dumbledore will be very happy if he knows.

Carl put away the box with some doubts and planned to open it after going back. He remembered that he had never given such a box to Niyali before.

Just when he was in a daze, thinking that he had a problem with his memory, an old voice came from behind, it turned out that Dumbledore had arrived.

"Forgive me for being late, but, Severus~.

It is a great courage to stand up and take responsibility for mistakes and responsibilities at critical moments. So I thought maybe I should add thirty points to Gryffindor, and Mrs. Pince needs some help lately~…”

With a kind smile on his face, the old headmaster slowly knelt down and took out a handkerchief to gently wipe away the tears from the corners of Neville's eyes.

"Heh~... You have to understand what it means for Black to break in! Lady luck will not favor them a second time!"

Snape laughed angrily at Dumbledore's partial remarks, and he spoke in a drawn-out tone, his words full of sarcasm.

But Dumbledore was still unmoved by it, and still just looked at him with a smile. Snape knew that he couldn't do anything to him today, so he suppressed his inner dissatisfaction, turned his head away, and stopped looking at him.

"Minerva, you go to the auditorium to organize the students. Severus, I think it would be best if you led the team to search the castle.

I still have some things I want to confirm with Mr. Harris, I will arrive later~..."

Dumbledore winked at Carl playfully as he spoke.

What kind of experience is it to be paid attention to by old glass? Carl had goosebumps all over his body, and his teeth trembled a little. He had no choice but to reply with some helplessness: "Okay, professor!"

Snape looked at the mysterious two and walked out first with a cold snort. Today was such a good opportunity to drive away Lupine, but he was really angry that he didn't seize it. In addition, Potter almost died The news made him feel even worse.

Dumbledore stepped forward and grabbed Carl's arm. After a whirl, their figures appeared in the bright principal's room.

"That wand in Blake's hand was given to him by you, right?"

Dumbledore poured Carl a cup of hot tea, smiled and went straight to the point, he couldn't see that what Snape could see didn't make sense.

"Cough...cough cough~"

Dumbledore directly opened the lightning strike, almost preventing Carl from spitting out the tea in his mouth. Why does he have to make some moths every time he finishes his work.

"Professor, how did you find out?"

Carl took out a tissue from his pocket to wipe off the remaining tea at the corners of his mouth, and then said helplessly.

"The fat lady is not the only one who found Sirius in the portrait~, so, can you tell me why you did this?" Dumbledore said meaningfully.

"Wait, Dumbledore's Christmas present!"

At this time, Karl suddenly remembered the box that Naiyali handed him just now, and immediately turned his wrist and took it out. After opening, there was only a golden bottle, and a mouse with a frightened face was freezing in it.

"I see."

Suddenly he realized.

"That's it? A mouse? Wait, there's something wrong with this solution!"

Dumbledore folded his hands on the table and frowned, but soon, he discovered the strangeness hidden in it. Although the mouse seemed to be soaked in the solution like a corpse, it still had a breath of life.

"Professor Dumbledore, pay attention. This mouse seems to be missing a finger~..."

Carl shook the bottle gently and said meaningfully.

"Huh~?"

Dumbledore's smile suddenly faded and was replaced by an extremely serious expression, which meant that one of his previous conjectures was likely to come true.

"Peter Pedirou~..."

Carl whispered a name softly.

"Is that so?"

Dumbledore muttered to himself, it seems that this mouse had fooled all of them back then.