DNF Meets Harry Potter

The night sky, the stars are shining.

The staircase on the eighth floor of the main castle at Hogwarts, where Snape used the Disillusionment Charm, had been waiting for a long time.

At the same time, the anger in his heart has become more and more inflated, that **** kid's concept of time is simply too bad!

Just as he was waiting impatiently and was about to leave, a broom flew up with a man and landed firmly on the ground.

What a difficult challenge for a road idiot to climb up the eighth floor on the constantly changing stairs, or how easy it is to go straight to the sky.

Seeing that the Lord was coming, Snape took out his birch wand from the cloak and put it on his body lightly. The phantom body curse was lifted, and his figure slowly appeared from his legs on the corridor.

Tall and dark, with greasy mid-parted long hair draped over his shoulders, Snape appeared in front of Carl so upright that he was so frightened that he almost lost his breath and fell directly from the broom of the Spirit of God. , This scene is really too scary, San value is crazy.

"Mr. Harris, I think what you said last night was to meet tonight, maybe I should develop a punctuality potion specially for you." Snape sneered sullenly.

"Good evening, Professor Snape. If I remember correctly, I said last night to meet up here tonight... oh no, to meet. But I didn't say a specific time, isn't it just night? "

Facing Snape's icy words, Carl just smiled back, an expression that could confuse the eyes of others to a great extent.

"It seems that the final winner of today's fight, Mr. Harris, is in a good mood today. I just hope that you can keep up with my teaching progress later. After all, your underdeveloped brain is better than a troll in my opinion. Not much." Snape sneered at Carl's glib.

"Professor Snape, I think you're mistaken." Carl pointed out Snape's problem with a smile: "The human brain, whether wizard or Muggle, is almost complete after the age of seventeen. In addition, trolls The brain is only equivalent to the level of development of a three-year-old child."

"I don't know why Mr. Harris chose to meet on the highest floor of Hogwarts, so we're going to go down for a long time. Maybe Mr. Harris might have been smashed by a big stick last night..."

Snape had his wand tightly in his hand, and his anger had grown to the extreme. He had been standing here like a sculpture since 7:30. It was now 10:30 at night, and maybe even Hagrid's big dog had entered. Falling asleep, he was here foolishly mocking Carl face to face.

"Professor Snape, I don't want to go to your cold, damp cellar. As it happens, there's a great place here on the eighth floor."

"Professor Snape has been a professor at Hogwarts for so many years. He must have heard the legend of the room on request."

"It's not groundless, it's real like the Three Holy Artifacts."

Carl walked as he spoke, and Snape followed behind him, holding back his anger.

Soon, what appeared in their eyes was the tapestry of Barnabas the nerd training a dwarf to dance ballet.

"This is the entrance."

After Carl finished his introduction, he slowly closed his eyes, emptied all the chaotic thoughts in his mind, and began to meditate.

"I need a place to practice spells..."

After the meditation, Carl walked up and down the corridor in front of the tapestry three times.

Kudos to Salazar Slytherin for the idea of ​​building the house, the perfect setting.

A smooth circular arch suddenly appeared in front of the two of them.

"Professor Snape, please come in. I hope you've brought your teaching materials..."

Carl turned his head and smiled at Snape, then immediately pushed open the door and walked in.

Snape looked at Carl's smile and wished he could rush forward to tear his mouth to pieces, since Carl appeared, his own life had never been better.

"Lily, everything is for Lily..."

Snape comforted himself a little inwardly, and with a flick of his black cloak he pushed open the door and walked in.

Walking into the room of responsiveness, according to Carl's mind, what appeared to be a ten-wide circular room with many circular targets and scarecrows was a heaven and a hell compared to the damp cellar of an old bat.

"Professor Snape, what does this place look like? The place I'm looking for doesn't have to be as bad as your cellar."

Seeing Snape walk in, Carl said politely.

Looking at the bright room, the wide field and the many targets needed to practice spells, Snape twitched the corners of his mouth. He really didn't expect Carl to find the long-legendary Room of Requirement at Hogwarts.

"Snape, now, please start your performance. Where do we start practicing?" Carl moved a chair with the Floating Charm and sat down, facing Snape who looked disgusted, "Three three How about the Unforgivable Curse? I have been thinking about these three spells for a long time, especially Avada Suoming, I heard that they are very powerful."

Then, in front of Carl. Snape, who had a dead face at first, turned iron blue with a sigh, and the corpse changed, just like the zombie in the zombie movie.

Carl looked at Snape's face that changed instantly, and moved his chair a little scared.

Mom, what if Snape's body changed? Will you jump up and bite later? I now how to do? Waiting online, very urgent...

After a while, Snape's blue face finally subsided, and he said in his usual greasy and dragging voice: "Mr. Harris, do you know what you are talking about? The Unforgivable Curse? I think you'll be Azkaban's youngest prisoner ever."

"Oh~, no. Before entering Azkaban, it is estimated that you will become a perverted lunatic and go to destruction because of learning this top-notch black magic."

"Thank you Professor Snape for your reminder, but I don't think this level of black magic can erode a young wizard with ancient elf blood."

"So, I also ask Professor Snape to execute the contract as agreed..."

Carl sat in the chair and closed his eyes to indicate that he had listened.

What a joke, what a bullshit.

If it wasn't necessary, Carl felt that he should tell Snape in detail the contents of the mage profession of Dimension Walker.

How can an extraordinary magician who studies endless dimensions, finds truth in distorted reality, dares to look directly into the abyss, and can even sign contracts with otherworldly creatures to become dependents by a few black magics?

In terms of spiritual pollution, no one dares to disapprove of the number one mythology in the line of restraints, but even one of Nyarlathotep's avatars, the Forbidden Niyali, who is a dimensional walker who has refined dimensional science, can summon you.

The Three Unforgivable Curses? so far...

Thank you Zilin for your reward, QAQ()