DNF Meets Harry Potter

Thinking that Quirrell was destined to be slaughtered by himself, the corners of Carl's mouth could not help but rise slightly.

Unlike the deal with Snape this time, it didn't cost any money. He likes the empty glove white wolf operation the most.

"Carl, is there any joke in this book, let me be healthy."

Harry put down the review materials in his hand boredly, and happened to see Carl who couldn't restrain his mood.

"No~, it's okay, I just thought of a funny thing..."

Carl straightened his face and said solemnly.

Yes, it was funny to him, but not to Quirrell.

I hope he won't break down and cry...

After clearing up all the details, Carl is now 95% sure that Voldemort would not dare to fight him in the main Hogwarts castle, and there is a 5% possibility that it was an accident or something, but He has the confidence to completely control the scene.

Carl put away the wizard biographical novel with a smile and stood up to say goodbye to Harry and the others. Time waits for no one, and he can no longer control his desire to cut a wave of chiro leeks.

"You read the book slowly, and I suddenly remembered that the crystal I cultivated is about to mature today, and I have to go back to the Ravenclaw Tower to watch it."

After saying this, he hurried out of the library.

...

"Boom boom boom~..."

Carl gently knocked on the door of Quirrell's office, although the two of them were about to tear their faces apart. But Karl claims that he is quite civilized, and he always has to be polite before fighting.

After knocking on the door, Carl stood quietly by the side, waiting for Quirrell's next words

"Please~, please come in..."

Quirrell didn't let Carl wait too long, and soon a stumbling sound came out.

Carl pushed the door open, exerted a little force on his wrist, and slammed the door back hard. Only a loud "bang" was heard, and the office, which was already somewhat insufficiently lit, became even darker.

"Quick imprisonment!"

"Silence!"

Carl tapped his wand lightly, and two spells were quickly cast on the door. As long as they don't talk about Beng, these two spells are enough.

"Mr. Harris~, what are you trying to do..."

Quirrell's heart tightened, secretly thinking that something was wrong, but he was still working hard on his acting skills.

"Good afternoon, Professor Quirrell! I have a question to ask you, but this question is not convenient for others to hear. I wonder if the professor can explain it to me?"

Carl's voice drifted in and out of the room.

"Mr. Harris, please tell..."

Quirrell stood opposite Carl and stammered back.

"What I want to ask is..."

"That's it~"

Carl lowered his voice on purpose, drawn into a drawl like Snape.

"Is your boss Voldemort..."

...

"Avada Kedavra!"

Here Karl just spit out the last word, a green light is particularly conspicuous in the darkness.

Seeing the Death Curse lasing over, Karl gave a disdainful smile, and dodged in a flash. Although this thing is an instant death magic, it will die if hit, but after all, it does not have a large area of ​​AOE, as long as it hides, nothing will happen.

The death curse finally landed on a pot of flowers, and in an instant, the pot of beautiful flowers withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What? Could it be that Professor Quirrell wants to fight me in the main castle of Hogwarts? Could it be that you can instantly cast seventeen death curses and kill me in seconds?"

Carl played with the wand in his hand with an indifferent expression, while the school uniform on his body changed instantly.

The moon-white robe is dotted with starbursts, and the silver lines outline the profound magic circles printed in it, and many mysterious runes emit bright light!

Since Ziyan's robe was damaged in the fierce battle last time, Karl directly spent a huge sum of money and spent 300,000 gold coins to buy an artifact-level top.

Xinghuayueyin Robe!

"Is Professor Quirrell really impulsive? It seems that I should be right."

Carl chuckled and looked at Quirrell, who had a gloomy face opposite him.

"How did Mr. Harris find out who I really am?"

Seeing that his face had been torn apart, Quirrell didn't bother to stammer with Calxu and pretended to be a snake. The gloomy face was full of killing intent, and the reason why he hadn't really started yet was because he was thinking about how to kill Karl with the fastest means and the smallest movement.

Otherwise, wait until the commotion gets louder and attracts Dumbledore. Although he couldn't kill his boss Voldemort, he himself was almost certain to die.

"Professor Quirrell was joking, do you think everyone is as stupid as you? I was unlucky that night and had a fight with an unknown dark wizard. The next day, Professor Quirrell, you asked for leave. Isn't that okay? Explain the problem?"

Carl's words were full of sarcasm, but also mixed with a trace of pity.

In this world, good people don't die, and bad people don't die either. Only one kind of person will die, and that is the stupid person!

Quirrell was trembling with anger from Karl's disdainful expression. He raised his wand, and Avada Kedavra had condensed on the tip of the wand.

"Stop it, idiot! Fight here, do you want to die?"

Voldemort's furious roar came from the back of Quirrell's head. He is so angry now, why did he choose such a fool as his servant in the first place.

"Sorry, master..."

Hearing Voldemort's roar, Quirrell immediately apologized in fear and trepidation, and at the same time said that he was too difficult. The kid on the other side called him stupid, and so did his boss.

"Let me talk to him!"

Hearing Voldemort's words, Carl's eyes lit up, as long as there is something to talk about, what he fears most is that Voldemort will fight him hard at all costs, so that everyone will not be able to please in the end.

Listening to his boss's instructions, Quirrell carefully untied the square scarf wrapped around his head, revealing the bald head without a single hair, then turned around silently.

"Hiss~..."

Despite his preparations, Carl was still taken aback by Voldemort's ugly snake-like face. Voldemort's own face was much scarier than the soul fragment from last time.

Voldemort's face protruded from the back of Quirrell's head, twisted and wriggled, exuding the stench of evil black magic, his pupils were as slender as snakes, full of coldness and malice. But to his surprise, the parasitic Voldemort actually had a nose instead of a two-hole socket.

"Hello, Mr. Dark Lord. You almost killed me that night. What do you think we should talk about now?"

"I think Professor Dumbledore should be very interested in your whereabouts."

Carl greeted Voldemort with a smile, a warm smile like the winter sun bloomed on his little face, as if meeting an old friend whom he hadn't seen for many years.

Of course, if Snape saw his smile, he would definitely go as far as he could.

After all, this smile represents "kindness"...

Thanks to book friend Miao Meizi for the reward of 100 starting coins, and to book friend Yushen Ayi for the reward of 500 starting coins (ω)(._.`)

It will be on the shelves tomorrow at 12:00 noon, ask for a first order QAQ, and in addition to completely evolve the two more beasts in the future, full attendance is really fragrant (*︶*). .:*