DNF Meets Harry Potter

The Christmas holidays were quickly over, and Carl's beautiful day ended with Snape's private evening lessons.

In the confrontation with Snape, Carl sat on the ground panting, the old bat's spellcasting skills were really fierce.

"Mr. Harris's spellcasting skills have improved a bit recently, but in my opinion it's still too clumsy..."

Snape maintained that gloomy tone, looking condescendingly at Carl who was sitting on the ground.

"Professor Snape, trust me. If you were eleven years old, I would have rubbed you on the ground."

Carl chuckled disdainfully, people in their forties, still doing this.

Snape stared at Carl coldly, but he had no way to refute. In his eyes, although this brat was weak, he was still quite strong. At least he was more than enough to beat those fifth and sixth graders.

"That's all for today's teaching, next time is this Saturday afternoon..."

After these words, Snape was about to leave and go back to his cold cellar. He hadn't had time to correct the Potions papers handed in by those students today.

"Do you want to give everyone in Gryffindor a pass?" A sinister smile formed on the corner of his mouth.

"Professor Snape, wait! I have a question for you."

Carl stopped Snape who had just opened the door.

"Oh? Mr. Harris, who is so knowledgeable, still has questions he doesn't know and wants to ask his Potions teacher?"

Snape stopped in his tracks, his beautiful black hair gleaming slightly in the candlelight.

"Of course I am the most knowledgeable about other occult knowledge at Hogwarts, but when it comes to the subject of potions, I still have to rely on Professor Snape."

Carl flattered Snape falsely, after all he still had to ask a question about potions.

"Potion? Tell me about it."

Speaking of potions, Snape was indeed intrigued. The bottle of activating potion from last time still haunts him.

"I wonder if Professor Snape has heard of a potion that can bring people back from the dead?"

Carl chuckled and asked the question. He was really interested in the ancient potion formula for Voldemort's resurrection.

"If there really is a potion that can bring people back to life, will I still make a deal with you, a vampire?"

A mocking smile formed on Snape's face, as if mocking Carl's inconsistency.

"The bone of the father, the flesh of the servant, the blood of the enemy?"

Facing Snape's taunt, Carl calmly mentioned a few key words.

Snape's expression changed slightly, but he quickly returned to normal.

"I think Mr. Harris didn't understand the true function of this ancient potion. Its ability is not resurrection, but reshaping the body. The integrity of the soul is a prerequisite for using this ancient potion."

"Otherwise, I would have used it long ago. Will I wait for you, a vampire, to suck me dry?!"

The last sentence is the angry roar of the old bat.

"It's just an exchange of equal value. How can I squeeze you?"

Facing Snape's crazy roar, Carl explained indifferently as if he didn't care.

"You once said that potion is a precise subject. Tell me the true meaning of these three main ingredients."

After Snape finished yelling, Carl continued to ask questions.

"Father's bone, donated unintentionally; servant's flesh, voluntarily donated; enemy's blood; taken out by force, and a perfect body can be cast."

"Needless to say, the father's bone is naturally unique. The servant's flesh must have some kind of deep magical contract to be counted. The blood of the enemy also has unique nature. It must be the one who destroyed the one Only the wizard's original physical enemy is useful."

A notebook appeared in Snape's hand, and he flipped through it carefully before giving the exact answer.

At this point, Carl finally understands why Harry Potter’s blood is necessary for Voldemort’s resurrection during the Goblet of Fire. He has so many enemies, spread all over the UK’s magical world, and he can pick one at random. Resurrect first, and then come to Harry Potter. Settle accounts after autumn.

And the black devil's mark on the mouse's arm just satisfies the statement of a deep-seated servant contract.

As for his father's bones, old Riddle had long been beaten to death by his son Tom, and it was too easy to get some ashes.

After clarifying the concept of Voldemort's resurrection, Carl couldn't help feeling that this ancient potion was almost tailor-made for Voldemort, and it was really perfect.

"Professor Snape, what will happen if one of the three main materials is missing, or one of them is completely replaced?"

Then Carl continued to ask, and at the same time he was ready to kill Voldemort.

"Didn't Mr. Harris listen carefully when I was in the first class? Although this kind of potion is extremely ancient and mysterious, it includes potion science but not just that, including black magic, bloodline of origin, slave contract There are even other disciplines of occultism and so on.”

"But what it shows is the form of potion after all. Since it is potion, it cannot escape the basic framework of potion science. Strictness and precision are the qualities that every potion scholar should fully possess."

"Even the simplest potion for scabies will have the exact opposite effect - scabies all over the body due to a little heat problem or not fresh ingredients. Not to mention this kind of potion that can be said to be at the top of the entire potion science gone."

"If there is a problem with the three main materials, if the recipient's soul is not strong, there is an estimated ninety-nine percent chance of dying on the spot..."

The old bat explained to Karl the precision and strictness of this ancient potion with a smirk, and at the same time, he could already foresee that there would be no pants left for any unlucky ghost who would be pitted by this vampire.

When something goes wrong, there must be a monster. He has already figured out his habits during the period of dealing with Carl. He won't even mention things that are useless to him, but as long as he mentions them, you have to be careful, maybe a big hole has been dug ahead for you to jump in.

He, Snape, has been fucked several times, and he is still under some psychological shadow.

After hearing Snape's explanation that this so-called resurrection potion was actually a body remodeling potion, Carl also began to laugh sinisterly.

Hearing his laughter, Snape felt a little terrified, and at the same time silently said sorry for the unlucky ghost in his heart, and then put the matter behind him with a serious face.

What? You said you were tricked by a vampire, what does that have to do with me, Snape?

However, unbeknownst to him, Karl has extended his claws to one of his bosses this time.

Oh... poor Tom Marvolo Riddle classmate. Here, I, Karl Harris, want to say sorry to you.

I've dug your father's grave! No one can stop my footsteps!

Now is the recommendation period, please don't raise it, reading this data is very important for the next recommendation. (o'εo)

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The school has opened online classes, and I still have to take them. There are seven periods a day. I have to make up for the winter vacation homework and at the same time I have to find time to update every day. ︵‵.)