DNF Meets Harry Potter

Snape wandered through the classroom several times, and after exploding dozens of crucibles, he stood beside Karl, his malicious eyes staring straight at Karl's crucible.

Karl knew that as long as there was a slight mistake in his operation, Snape would burst, and then fully exert his senior spray skills of five sprays per second.

But this time he was destined to be disappointed. Carl hurriedly handled several slugs and put them into the crucible. The magic wand opened the fire, and after it melted, it was put in the porcupine spines and stirred counterclockwise for three and a half times to control the fire.

Five minutes later, it's done!

Seeing Karl successfully complete the class work, Snape's face was even colder, as if someone owed him a hundred gold gallons.

Then he leaned over and started to check, trying to find a trace of errors.

But he was disappointed. The crucible contained the unrefined scabies potion, boiling blue bubbles.

He smelled the smell again with his huge eagle hook nose. Yes, that's right, it's that charming rotten cabbage smell.

All the steps and methods are perfect, so he is really unable to pick and pick.

"Reluctantly pass!" After he straightened up and took the next sentence coldly, he walked away and stopped paying attention to it.

……

A potion lesson for students other than Slytherin is hell. When Snape finished the potion lesson essay and said the end of the class, all the little wizards seemed to hear the sound of nature, with a happy expression on their faces. Go out.

Karl packed his things slowly and walked out of the classroom door last.

"Mr. Harris, I hope you will not forget the business tonight, otherwise you will not have good fruit for the next class ..." Carl just stepped out of the classroom door, and Snape's cold voice also sounded.

"I remember, Professor. In addition, I hope we can have a good talk tonight, maybe it will be of great benefit to both of us ..." Karl's voice replied erraticly.

"Then I want to see what kind of surprise Mr. Harris can give me tonight." Snape sneered disdainfully, he just regarded this as a joke.

Karl picked up a set of tools such as the crucible, and just wanted to return to the dorm, only to see Professor McGonagall walked face to face.

"Mr. Harris, I think the school clearly stated in the admission notice that first-year freshmen are not allowed to bring flying brooms. And you still use them in the school in violation of school rules, and Ravenclaw deducts very much."

"In addition, President Dumbledore has something to look for you, the password of the principal's office is Zizi Honey Candy."

Under Carl's slightly twitching eyes, Professor McGonagall turned away and announced everything.

"Damn, this is really a pill! It seems that the Broom of the Leaping Spirit has successfully attracted the attention of Dumbledore's old glass. This is not easy to complete."

Carry his face, saying that he needs to be quiet now.

"Zhizi Honey Sugar."

Karl pronounced the headmaster's room code, and the huge stone beast in front of him saw his place, and a few steps lowered.

The door of the principal's office is a gleaming oak wood door with a brass door knocker shaped like a lion's eagle head.

He stepped forward, took a knock on the door knocker, and the door opened automatically, revealing the original appearance of the principal's office.

This is a beautiful and spacious round room, and the walls are covered with portraits of former Hogwarts principals. When they saw Karl coming in, they ignored him, chatting and sleeping.

And Dumbledore was sitting on the recliner and teasing his Phoenix Fox.

Watched Karl's movement in the hand where he stopped as he looked at Carl with a seemingly kind smile and said, "Sit down, Carl. What would you like to eat, how about the cockroach pile? Very sweet."

On the plate in front of him appeared a group of cockroaches crawling around.

Although he knew that this thing was chocolate just like the chocolate frog, he still felt a chill in his heart.

Toads do n’t bite, they should respond!

"Really an old bee! What strange things are they eating."

"No more, principal, I just ate snacks." Karl looked at the cockroaches crawling on the table and could only smile at Dumbledore with an embarrassed and polite smile.

Dumbledore picked up a cockroach from the plate and took a bite, pretending to say nothing, "This should be the first time we meet, don't be nervous, I'm asking you to come over just to chat with you and ask A trivial matter. "

"Come, the topic is here."

"Then the principal, is there anything about my use of flying brooms in Hogwarts?" Karl directly answered the matter clearly, anyway, Dumbledore should also know.

"I heard the portraits saying that your broom seems to be different from what is currently on the market and has a beautiful shape."

"Please forgive the curiosity of an old man. When he was young, he was also a Quidditch lover and often collected some precious brooms."

Dumbledore said kindly that if he changed a little wizard, he would believe his gibberish. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

Karl knew that this year, when the Savior entered school, Dumbledore laid a big chessboard, and even the incomplete Voldemort became his pawn. He wanted to keep everything in his own hands, not allowing other uncontrollable factors to affect Harry Potter's experience plan.

"Interesting, it seems that the broom of the leaping makes the old bee feel a little uneasy, and wants to verify his ideas in time."

He pretended to take a small purse out of his pocket and pulled it in, but actually took it out of the system space.

An exquisite broom appeared in his hand, shining with golden light.

Dumbledore was shocked when he saw the real thing. He felt extremely powerful magic under this magnificent broom. If it weren't for a broom, he would consider it a powerful wand.

"How about it, principal, my broom is good, it's much prettier than the ones on the market." Karl smiled smugly, like a little kid showing off to a good friend.

Dumbledore listened to Carl's words, his old body leaned forward slightly, and a little light flashed under the half-moon glasses.

Dementorship! This old man is really a perverted voyeur, just want to peep into the inner thoughts of others.

"System, buy primary psychopharmaceuticals and put them in a drink bottle."

"15,100 gold coins deducted successfully."

Carl lowered his head and took out a bottle of pumpkin juice from the purse and drank it.

After passing through, the essence of the soul was greatly strengthened, and the psychic potion did not allow Dumbledore to see anything with a simple dementor, but only saw some trivial things that Carl deliberately fantasized. To break through this layer of obstacles, unless he really moves.