DNF Meets Harry Potter

Time flies, after Halloween, Karl will soon usher in the second traditional Western festival-Christmas!

In the past few weeks, he has mostly been strengthening the practice and use of dimensional magic, and he has obtained twenty or thirty dimensional stones through meditation.

The long river of time gradually flows towards the end of December, and the latitude of the UK is relatively high. The weather has already started to get colder and colder. It has been snowing a few days ago, and everything in Hogwarts is covered in silver.

The leaves couldn't bear the cold of winter and fell one after another, leaving only the tenacious pine tree still persisting.

So it’s not for nothing that Christmas trees are almost exclusively pine, as the other trees have long since lost their leaves this season.

Early in the morning, Carl woke up from his sleep and heard a sneeze.

Philip sniffed his nose with a tissue, Alex and Simon were shivering from the cold, and hurriedly took out one sweater after another from the suitcase and put them on.

Karl quickly got dressed, and then opened the window to admire the snowy scenery of Hogwarts. The cold winter could not make him succumb at all, because the power of the system is powerful.

After spending a thousand gold coins, he managed to get the system to add a constant temperature attribute to Ziyan's robe.

This is the real warm in winter and cool in summer.

Carl looked out the window, the ground had already been covered with a thick layer of snow, and he really saw the figure of a little wizard playing snowballs passing by quickly.

In his sight, poor Professor Quirrell was screaming and fleeing in embarrassment on the snow, clutching his big hood.

The Weasley twins were laughing and controlling the magic snowball to hit him, the corners of Carl's eyes twitched, and he even saw a snowball that looked very strong hit him on the back of the head with great precision.

Carl shook his head helplessly. If these two guys knew that Voldemort was behind Quirrell's head, they would not know how exciting their expressions were.

Carl thought to himself, smashing Voldemort's head, this should be the pinnacle of their lives, although it was achieved without their knowledge.

So their fate was worse than the other, one dead and one disabled, Karl suspected that Voldemort remembered what happened today and deliberately took revenge.

"Carl! Shut the windows! Are you trying to freeze us to death?"

Philip turned his head tremblingly, his teeth chattering from the cold.

"I usually tell you to exercise a lot. If you don't listen to me, you will suffer a lot now. You deserve it!"

Carl turned his head, closed the window, and then stood and talked without feeling the pain in his back.

Getting along with Snape for a long time on weekdays also made him have a poisonous tongue.

There is no way, the more Renmin thought about it for a while, the more angry he became, and the more he thought about it when he took a step back, the more he suffered. Facing Snape's ridicule, he had to fight back on the spot, so that he would not push his nose to the face, and not be suppressed by his low pressure.

Alex and Simon are starting to pack their luggage, because tomorrow is Christmas, and students in western countries usually have their winter vacation on Christmas.

Karl can't help it, there is nothing to go back to the orphanage, so when the Ravenclaw prefects came with the retention list, he signed it without hesitation.

At night, the hall of the Hogwarts auditorium was far less lively than usual, because most of the students went home to reunite with their relatives for the Christmas holiday, so it seemed that the huge hall was a bit empty and filled with a bleak atmosphere.

"Carl, aren't you going home this year?"

Ron, who was walking towards him, was a little puzzled, but Harry, who knew well, quickly grabbed his hand and motioned him not to continue talking. He and Hagrid went to the orphanage to pick up Carl.

However, Carl did not shy away from this topic.

"I came out of the orphanage, and it doesn't make much sense to go back. It's better to stay in school."

Everyone knows that the parents of our great celestial dynasty traversers are high-risk occupations, and the mortality rate is as high as 99%. Only a very few hard-fated parents can survive this curse.

"Yeah, I'm sorry..."

Ron also realized at this moment that he had said something wrong, and hurriedly apologized.

"It's okay."

Carl smiled back.

After all, if one of us is full, the whole family is not hungry.

"Aren't you both going home?" Carl asked, taking a candy from his pocket and popping it into his mouth.

"If possible, I don't even want to go back for the rest of my life."

Harry looked a little lonely, his so-called uncle and aunt used him like a slave, and Harry suffered a lot of grievances in that family.

"I originally planned to go back, but yesterday my mother wrote to tell me that they plan to visit Charlie in Romania this year, so I had to stay."

Ron explained the reason why he stayed in school, but it was actually because the Weasley family didn't have enough budget for travel expenses, so they couldn't bring more people...

After chatting, Carl picked up the books on the table and prepared to go out. He also had to prepare Christmas presents for his friends.

After all, others have given it away, so you are always embarrassed to be a white wolf with empty hands.

Because of the system mall, Karl quickly prepared gifts for them.

What Hermione was given was an exquisite and beautiful music box, which contained many famous world-class pieces of music.

A large box of excellent quality dark chocolate for Harry. As for Ron, he asked the system to customize a set of exquisite wizard chess. Ron can only think of this hobby.

He also spent a lot of effort on gifts from several roommates.

Oh yes. As well as Snape's gift, Karl specially invited the owl to Madam Malkin's robe shop to tailor a new suit for him. From the beginning to the present, Karl found that the black robe he was wearing hadn't changed.

He doesn't know what the reason is, and we dare not ask. The material of that dress was extremely precious, and it cost him a lot of Galleons, which was a comfort to Snape's drained wallet.

...

And at this moment, in the dark and damp cellar, Snape opened a package with a sinister smile on his face, and took out the contents.

It was very strange that the potion master's package was not a potion material, but a can, and it seemed to be produced in the Muggle world. There were a few fish painted on the can, obviously it was a can of fish.

He took out his wand gracefully, and with two taps a beautifully shaped package was ready, which looked a bit like something about a Christmas present.

Snape swung his wand at the can and a green spell was quickly drawn into it.

That is a timed blasting spell! After the package is opened, the can will be because of that magic, hehehe...

"Add another magic that diffuses the smell..."

Snape sneered sinisterly, as if he had seen Carl's expression of despair.

After the cans are put away, several brightly colored ribbons are wrapped around and tied in seconds. In this way, the packing work of a Christmas gift is done.

"The quill is coming!"

Snape took out a small sticky note, and used the quill drawn by Flying Curse to write on it.

"Dear Mr Karl Harris, Merry Christmas to you - Severus Snape."

Snape put away Carl's gift as soon as he was done.

Next up is Lily's present...

But that process is much more refined than Karl's...