DNF Meets Harry Potter

Karl almost stumbled and fell to the ground just as he stepped over the threshold.

The old bat's originally squinted eyes opened wide. In his memory, this brat has always been a tough group, and has never been so miserable.

The whole body was covered with black air, and the wounds began to ooze blood one after another, and both legs were forced to support them unnaturally.

Snape also knew that things were getting worse, but he still maintained that dead face despite being arrogant.

With a light wave of his wand, he immediately assisted Carl to walk in.

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"Perhaps you should go to Madam Pomfrey at the school hospital instead of me..."

After Snape used the potion to help Carl heal the wounds caused by the black magic, he sat on the chair and spoke coldly.

"Perhaps Professor Snape, you need to find out what time it is."

Karl snapped back angrily, and went to find Madam Pomfrey, wouldn't that be tantamount to being naked under Dumbledore's noses?

"Why, did Mr. Harris experiment with some kind of black magic recently and did something happen or did he lose a fight with a certain dark wizard?"

There was a mocking smile on the corner of Snape's mouth, and this situation was nothing more than these two situations.

"In order to protect your beloved's child, I fought head-on with your boss. You said, I've been hurt like this, should you pay me some protection money?"

Carl replied cheekily, he wouldn't tell Snape that he did this to snatch the unicorn's corpse, anyway, he could knock a penny if he could.

When Snape heard this, he almost burst open on the spot. This can all be related to Jin Jialong, he is also convinced.

"Then Mr. Harris should pay me for some potions, my potions are very expensive..."

"And the Dark Lord should be incorporeal now, how did you fight him?"

Snape had a suspicious look on his face, he had to figure this out. Otherwise, if Harry Potter was stolen by the half-dead Voldemort, then he could choose to die directly from Lily.

"Remember Quirrell? Voldemort got on him, and I met him in the Forbidden Forest. I don't know what kind of madness he is, but he wants to fight with me. Besides, Professor Snape, you think you may Do you want money from me?"

Carl said that he was still full of anger here, and he was really afraid of death. And Voldemort belongs to the kind of desperate.

"So that's it. I said that Quirrell was weird. It turned out that the Dark Lord had already parasitized on him. It seems that the Gringotts theft was also done by the two of them."

Ignoring the sarcasm in Carl's words, Snape combined all the scattered clues and suddenly realized.

And Karl looked at him with an idiot's eyes, as if laughing at him for only now understanding the truth.

Snape snorted coldly and stopped looking at Carl. Every time he talks to this brat, he has to be more careful. He took advantage of the loophole in the last contract and directly drained his wallet, and he is still paying off the debt.

"Since Mr. Harris has nothing to do, why don't you leave the professor's private space?"

Snape stood up from the chair, shook his black robes, and turned his back to Carl, as if telling him to go away.

"I don't care about staying in your ghost place..."

Carl sneered, also not giving Snape a good look. Supporting the side of the bed with his hands, he put on his clothes and got out of bed with some difficulty, and slowly left the cold cellar.

After leaving the cellar, Karl walked on the way to the Ravenclaw tower, looking at the main castle of Hogwarts shining with stars at night.

He put an illusion spell on himself, and seeing his gauze-wrapped body, he couldn't help but get angry. He stomped his feet vigorously, and crazily greeted Voldemort's family. How could there be such a lunatic in Hogwarts? !

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In the early morning, a ray of sunlight shines through the window on Carl's quilt. The roommates had already gotten up early and started to wash, but he was still lying on the bed without the slightest thought of breaking free from the seal of the quilt.

"Carl, wake up! The first class is Professor McGonagall's class. She said that whenever someone is late, she turns him into a pocket watch! I don't think she's trying to scare us."

Alex's voice came over, Carl rubbed his eyes and sat up from the bed with a look of despair, why did you do this to me? !

After a difficult Transfiguration class, Carl was going back to the dormitory for a good night's sleep with a stack of books in his arms. Last night, Quirrell and Voldemort were really ruthless.

"Hey, take a quick look! There was an announcement for Defense Against the Dark Arts just now, and Professor Quirrell took a week off because he was not feeling well. This week, Professor Snape will be taking the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

Philip flipped through the notice in his hand and told several people the news.

"This time, the old bat finally got his wish and can teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. I think he must be very happy now. But relatively, we are also miserable. Not only Potions class but also Defense Against the Dark Arts class will see the old bat this week. The stinky face of the bat..."

Alex shrugged helplessly, looking hopeless. They were fine with Ravenclaw, at least Snape wouldn't target them too deliberately.

As soon as the Gryffindors heard the news, a group of lion cubs suddenly mourned. Old Bat's Potions class is enough for them to drink a pot, and now he is also in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. This is the rhythm that will deduct all their points.

And Karl secretly cursed Quirrell that he deserved it, he Karl was seriously injured, how can Quirrell's situation get better? At that time, Quirrell accepted the ion beam strengthened by him with the dimension stone abruptly.

That power is no joke. But what makes him regret is that Quirrell only took a week off, and he didn't die because of a serious injury after all.

"Carl, where did you drift off yesterday? Why are your hands wrapped in gauze?"

Simon had already noticed something strange about Carl, and something was wrong when he saw Carl get up this morning.

"Would you believe it if I told you that Professor Quirrell took leave because I had a formal wizard duel?"

Carl replied with a half-smile, last night's situation of their 1V1 imperial city PK, if not counting Voldemort's GM mode cheating twice, plus no dueling ceremony, it can indeed be regarded as a regular wizard duel , the kind of life and death.

If it weren't for the critical moment, the unicorn herd would dare to disrupt the situation. The two of them must compete in their strongest form to see who is the father in the Forbidden Forest.

"How is it possible, Professor Quirrell is still a professor no matter how badly he teaches. How could you be beaten to ask for leave, don't be kidding."

After listening to Carl's answer, Philip immediately laughed out loud in disbelief.

"These days, no one believes the truth..."

Carl sighed and shook his head, and gradually disappeared around the corner of the corridor...

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