DNF Meets Harry Potter

Leaving the dark cellar of the old bat, Carl walked alone in the corridor.

The old bat came to him at noon to beg to be cut, so he didn't even eat lunch.

But for Jin Jialong's sake, what can he do? Forgive him of course.

Carl walked slowly around the corner at the end of the hallway, choosing the kitchen which was next door to the Hufflepuff common room... .

It's already past meal time now, he doesn't want to go back to the dormitory to eat corn buns that cost one yuan and four.

Although he lied to Harry more than once that he was out for a night out to go to the kitchen, in fact he never went there.

"Across from the Hufflepuff common room..., it should be around here..."

Carl muttered to himself while carefully observing the surrounding environment, and it would be uncomfortable if he missed it.

Soon, a painting of a silver bowl full of fruits stood in front of him.

Carl stretched out a hand thoughtfully, gently placed it on the portrait, and then scratched the big emerald green pear.

Pear couldn't help but started to squirm, giggling, and soon turned into a green doorknob.

Carl smiled, held the doorknob, opened the door and walked in.

The first thing Karl saw was a huge room, probably only smaller than the Hogwarts Great Hall. A series of kitchen utensils such as kitchen knives and spoons are hung on the surrounding walls. There were also many dishes shining in gold and silver, and a huge fireplace was burning hard.

"This gentleman~...you, hello~..."

A little thing noticed the movement on the side of the gate and ran over quickly.

"Excuse me, is there anything Craig can do for you? Please tell Craig to your heart's content~..."

Craig spoke respectfully, but his body was not idle, and he began to bend down and bow slowly.

Karl's face changed slightly, but he recovered quickly. After seeing even uglier creatures like goblins and even ghouls, his current ability to resist mental pollution has been greatly improved.

Although the little chic in front of him was ugly, he could barely bear it. The house-elf, who calls himself Craig, has long, bat-like ears, two large green eyes protruding like tennis balls, and a long, flat nose that almost touches the floor when he bows.

House-elves fared worse than their elves, their kin. They are an extremely humble race, and they seem to be the product of the suppression of the powerful wizards because of the failure of the ancient goblin rebellion. As the defeated party, the goblins had to humiliately carve out a side branch for the wizards to plant powerful and hereditary mind control magic, and became slaves of the ancient and wealthy wizard family.

As an ancient race, house elves are actually very powerful when they become adults. Many adult wizards are no match for them, and it is really sad to be reduced to become slaves.

"Hello!" Carl quickly adjusted his emotions, and then smiled at Craig: "I am Carl Harris, a student of Ravenclaw. I accidentally missed lunch time, can you give me a Lunch?"

"Wise Ravenclaw!" Craig screamed, his face wrinkled like bark was full of excitement, "Welcome to... It is an honor for Craig to serve the wise Ravenclaw !"

Craig beckoned, and immediately several house-elves walked over with plates raised above their heads, and there were all kinds of steaming and fragrant food on them.

Craig snapped his fingers, and a table and chairs appeared in front of Carl immediately, and then it bowed again to invite Carl to take a seat.

Karl pulled up a chair and sat down, and several other house elves immediately brought up the delicacies.

There are a lot of roast goose, steak, apple pie and other food. Carl slowly picked up his knife and fork and had a good time.

"Well~, not bad."

"Sure enough, things made with magic are different."

He moves quickly and doesn't forget to comment.

And Craig, who was listening to Carl's praise, was so excited that he was about to cry.

Carl noticed Craig's expression and couldn't help but feel a little emotional. The magic of the ancient great wizards was really terrifying. They directly enslaved a race with extraordinary magic power, making them unable to turn around for thousands of years.

"Crack~..."

Karl was eating happily here, when a sound of opening the door suddenly rang in his ears.

He frowned, but quickly relaxed it. Guessing it must be a little Hufflepuff badger who was hungry, so he didn't pay much attention. You come to yours, I eat mine, and everyone does not interfere with each other, isn't it beautiful?

But he must have guessed wrong...

It wasn't Hufflepuff who came, but Ravenclaw's senior.

A few days ago, the poor toolman Quirinus Quirrell had a fierce fight with Carl in the Forbidden Forest, and was seriously injured. He asked for leave and went outside Hogwarts to heal his injuries. And Voldemort couldn't help but spend a lot of money for the Sorcerer's Stone to successfully complete his plan for the Sorcerer's Stone. I don't know what high-end black magic he used. Now Quirrell is alive and kicking again.

But he didn't come back at the right time, and there was a small incident on the road, which caused the departure time of the Hogwarts Express to be extended, so he completely missed the meal.

However, as a former top student at Ravenclaw, he immediately thought of the best solution, which was the kitchen where anyone would be entertained whenever they entered.

"Craig? Get me some lunch..."

Anyway, there was no one around, and the house-elf would not break his mouth. Quirrell didn't bother to pretend to stutter, and called out Craig's name directly.

Carl also realized that something was wrong at this time, why is this Hufflepuff's voice so familiar? So he couldn't help but turned his head and glanced at the door.

I don't know if I don't see it, but I was shocked when I saw it. Quirrell just stood upright at the door.

When Carl and Quirrell looked at each other, the atmosphere was as embarrassing as it could be.

The startled Carl almost couldn't even hold the small cake in his hand. Didn't Quirrell say he was going to ask for a week's leave? Why did he come back so early?

I am most afraid of the sudden silence of the air...

Quirrell was well aware of Karl's appearance and fighting power, because when he himself fought with him in the Forbidden Forest that night, he had not yet transformed into a complete state of dimension walker.

Not to mention Karl, he already knew Quirrell's true identity.

At this moment, Craig became even more excited because of Quirrell's arrival. This is a professor! And still have the courage to take the seat cursed by the Dark Lord.

"Odd~, Professor Quirrell, it is a lifetime honor for Craig to meet you."

"Please sit down!"

Craig's nose really touched the floor this time, and he managed to change a chair opposite Carl.

"So Professor Quirrell, you haven't had lunch yet? Why don't you sit down for a while?"

Carl smiled awkwardly and began to show off his acting skills. Anyway, Quirrell didn't reveal his identity in the black robe, but he did. And now this occasion is not suitable for tearing skins with Quirrell.

Thanks to the book friend LEI Zhiyun for the reward of 100 starting point coins (*︶*). .:*