DNF Meets Harry Potter

In the early morning, Snape returned to Hogwarts through the fireplace in Spider's End. After grading the students' homework, he went directly to the Slytherin common room and called Malfoy.

"Draco, go get Mr. Harris over here. Just say there's something wrong with his Potions paper."

Snape stood quietly in front of Malfoy and ordered, with no expression of joy or anger on his face.

"Okay, Professor!"

Malfoy, who received Snape's order, looked extremely excited. Every time he provoked Carl, he would be severely repaired, especially during that flying lesson. This time, Professor Snape finally caught Karl's tricks, and his dean will definitely settle the old and new grudges together.

So Malfoy excitedly called the two followers to prepare to find someone.

"Draco, I heard from your father that you have recently become obsessed with potions. In that case, come and see me in my office tonight."

When Malfoy had just walked out, Snape remembered his agreement with Lucius and had to add a word.

There's no other way, taking advantage of short hands and eating soft mouths, this principle is also applicable in the magic world.

"Damn Mudblood, I don't believe Professor Flitwick can keep you this time."

"Goyle, Crabbe, let's go. He must be in the library now!"

Malfoy walked in the front and said arrogantly.

They guessed right, Karl is indeed looking at the history of the magic world and the origin of wizards in the library with great interest.

"Interesting……"

The library is quiet, only the sound of fingers rubbing against the ancient parchment magic book can be heard. Karl enjoys this atmosphere very much, and it would be even better if there is a cup of milk tea next to him.

Malfoy walked into the library quietly with his two followers, not daring to make any noise. They already knew that Mrs. Pince, the librarian, was a hard-nosed person.

"Harris, there's something wrong with your Potions paper. Professor Snape has something to do with you."

Malfoy said in a low voice, but the schadenfreude on his face was not at all concealed.

Carl silently closed the magic book in his hand, indicating that he was listening. At the same time, he was a little confused about what Snape was looking for at this time. He didn't believe Malfoy's thesis that there was a problem. The old bat is eager to stay away from him all the time, so as to prevent his wallet from shrinking again, it is absolutely impossible to find himself in such a trivial matter.

But in order to show his respect for the professor, Carl put away the magic book and followed Malfoy out of the library.

Malfoy's escape throughout the whole process made Carl frown secretly, the child is hopeless. He actually believed Snape's double agent nonsense, no wonder Potter would break up with him in the toilet later.

But they just dared to get excited by themselves, and they didn't want to do such a thing as provoking Karl again. The lesson from last time allowed Malfoy and the others to have a deep understanding of Carl's actual combat power, which is simply a powerful explosion!

"Go in by yourself, Professor Snape will be waiting for you inside."

Malfoy smirked and brought Carl to the door of Snape's office and left. He was already fantasizing about the scene where his dean sprayed Carl with dog blood.

But the reality is often beyond my expectations...

Carl opened the door calmly and walked in, Snape's dark and damp office did not affect him in the slightest.

"You're here, Mr. Harris?"

"Here I am, Professor Snape."

The two first started a fruitless conversation, and then each was silent for a while.

Carl wondered if Snape had taken the wrong medicine today, and he didn't speak when he came to him. And Snape was thinking about how to impress Carl with the lowest price. As for the matter of whoring for nothing, he never thought about it.

In his eyes, Mr. Harris definitely belonged to the kind who didn't see the rabbits and didn't scatter the eagles, and wanted money rather than life.

Neither of them are fuel-efficient lamps...

In the end it was Karl who broke the silence first.

"Professor Snape, what do you mean? You asked me to come and didn't say a word. If there's nothing else, I'll go back first. I haven't finished my paper on Transfiguration yet."

Carl quietly watched Snape speak with a half-smile.

"Mr. Harris, I think you have seen through the principal's plan in the principal's office two days ago?"

Snape asked slowly.

"Huh~? The savior training program?"

Carl pursed his lips, pretending to be a little uncertain and asked.

"That's right!"

Snape said firmly.

"Dumbledore wants to train his little savior. This is his business. What does that have to do with me?"

Carl understood right away that Snape had something for him, and it was most likely about protecting Harry. So he asked back with a smile, as if he had nothing to do with himself.

"This big fat sheep that came to your door, I would be sorry for myself if I didn't squeeze it twice."

Carl sat down on the chair and sighed secretly.

"Is this how Mr. Harris treats his good friend?"

Snape asked in a low voice.

"Professor Snape, I've known me for so long, don't I know what kind of person I am?"

"And I've already fought the Dark Lord, even though he's parasitic on Quirrell, my magic is enough for him to drink a pot."

Carl sat in a chair like I'd done my best.

"unless……"

He changed the subject and revealed a meaningful smile.

"You must have known the news about the Philosopher's Stone for a long time, I don't think you will be unmoved and not get involved."

Snape snorted coldly, and was very displeased with Carl's way of raising prices on the ground, and with the ability of the magic stone to turn stones into gold, he didn't believe that Carl didn't get involved.

"Magic stone?"

"Professor Snape, you can almost fool a kid like Harry with your words. Lied to me? Think too much..."

"What do you think I asked you for the Restricted Section Approval? Of course it is to truly understand the secret of the Philosopher's Stone!"

Karl sneered disdainfully, although the side effects of the Philosopher's Stone were nothing to him, but falling into the hands of other wizards was the source of pain. Even its owner, Nicolas May, did not want to own it anymore and chose to die on his own initiative.

"What are the side effects of the Philosopher's Stone?"

Snape's eyes widened; Dumbledore hadn't explained it to him at all.

"Exchange your life for money, and exchange your seven emotions, six desires, and five senses for your life. And you can only live forever, you can't stay old..."

After mentioning the side effects of the Philosopher’s Stone, Carl looked disdainful. This thing is really a big hole in the hands of a wizard. It is not worthy of the name of its Philosopher’s Stone. Only in his hands can it be barely used. The role of turning a stone into gold.

But Snape didn't know Carl's cards. No way, when you negotiate a deal with a person, as long as the information is not equal. Then congratulations, you are about to be harvested. This is what Snape is facing now, so he is destined to be harvested.

Thank you for the reward of 1,000 starting coins from Tianqi, and the reward of 100 starting coins for Zinc and Cadmium Fusion ()*.