DNF Meets Harry Potter

Dumbledore’s gentle voice seemed to have some intriguing magical power, and the pain on Harry’s face no longer appeared, and he gradually calmed down...

　　 The old principal stood in front of Harry holding the old magic wand solemnly, chanting complicated and long spells in his mouth. If there was a link between Voldemort and him, he probably could see more.

　　 "The power of the dimension! Back in time! Reverse time and space!"

　　 Carl gave a low voice, his fingertips seemed to flash with brilliance, how could he not intervene in this situation?

　　 The shattered memories in Harry's mind turned into silver-white brilliance slowly floating from the center of his eyebrows and projecting on the wall.

　　 If Harry watched only a small SD quality movie last night, then he and Dumbledore are now enjoying HDR...

　　 In the gloomy grove, Peter Pettigrew struggled to drag a woman in her thirties, her face was full of excitement...

　　 "Drill your heart out!"

　　 With a hoarse chanting sound, the woman started screaming frantically, her eyes full of pain.

　　 "Nice forgotten spell...but...this is not enough, now tell me everything behind this..."

　　 "So that's it... Triwizard Tournament? Vra!"

　　 The picture they saw finally freezes under the piercing green light.

　　 Karl beckoned, and the magic stone shining brightly in the air fell back into his hand. But at this moment, a doubt flashed across his face:

　　 "It turns out that this is how Voldemort knew about the Triwizard Tournament, but who is that woman? She knew this. Could it be someone from the Ministry of Magic?"

　　 "Bertha..." Dumbledore's eyes seemed to flash in pain, he glanced at Karl and then returned to his chair.

Harry opened his eyes and looked at the silent two with some bewilderment. Just now he recalled what happened last night, and there were a few more fragments of memory. He tried to piece them together. But sadly found that he couldn't keep it at all, only vaguely knowing that he was indeed a ghost of Voldemort when he became a warrior this time...

　　 "Sorry, Professor...I can't remember..." Harry flushed flushed and said embarrassedly.

　　 "Don't worry..." Dumbledore raised his head kindly, watching everything he could see, "You did a good job, I think, this will give me enough time to prepare..."

　　 "Really, Professor?!" Harry let out a sigh of relief when he heard that he finally helped, and then asked eagerly, "Then what should we do next?"

　　 "Let everything go with the flow..." Dumbledore blinked at him with a smile, "He won't be any big moves until the Triwizard Tournament is over..."

　　 "Ah this..." Harry was dumbfounded at the thought of getting Dumbledore's answer just now that he had suffered such a serious crime.

　　 "Don't think so much, Harry..." Carl said lightly, "Three years ago, Voldemort aggressively occupied Quirrell's body to grab the Sorcerer's Stone and finally escaped in grief?

　　 Besides, I don’t think Peter Pettigrew can match Quirrell..."

　　 "But!" Harry opened his mouth and was interrupted by Dumbledore when he wanted to say something.

　　 "It's getting late, if you don't want to be late for the next class, I suggest you prepare quickly!"

　　 Dumbledore's meaning is already obvious.

　　 "Ah, my next class is Professor McGonagall's class!" Carl recalled his timetable and didn't bother to care about Harry. He immediately got up to leave. Professor McGonagall was not as annoying as Snape.

"Wait for me!" Harry hurriedly followed when he saw it. His next class was Snape's potions class. Although he is no longer targeting himself as he used to, it is just that. It is completely impossible to get preferential treatment.

　　 They separated at the corner of the stairs and walked towards their respective classrooms.

　　The door of the closed potion classroom was pushed open by Harry. He glanced guiltily at Snape, who was preparing potion materials on it, and planned to secretly find a place to sit down first.

　　 "Potter, you are five minutes late! So...Gryffindor deducts five points!"

　　 Just when he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he would be able to get through the game now, Snape's icy deduction of points reached his ears.

　　 On the Slytherin seat next to him, Malfoy gloated his head and glanced at him, his face full of expectation. As a Gryffindor, dare to be late for potions class? I don't want to live anymore...

　　According to his dean’s previous routine, he thought it was just an appetizer. The real meal is still to come. After this class is over, Harry will definitely be unable to eat...

　　 But having Harry backed by Lily is destined to disappoint him. After a class, Snape was as if he had taken the wrong medicine. Not only did he not deliberately find the fault, but when faced with Harry's question, not only did he not ridicule, but he also explained it in great detail.

　　Although the voice was still cold, but Snape was able to achieve this level, he felt it was no different from saying "I love you". UU reading www.uukANAshu. com

"Isn't I dreaming? Professor Snape actually..." Malfoy squeezed his arm hard, the sharp pain from it made him have to recognize the reality, he saw it all Really!

The first time he encountered this situation, he almost collapsed. In every potions class, watching Potter was ridiculed by Snape, and shutting down from time to time has become one of his favorite hobbies in the past four years. one.

　　 He always thought that this situation would last until he graduated, but he hasn't even half of it at this moment. How did it happen?

　　 Professor Snape let Harry Potter off! This is not magic at all!

　　 "Potter, I will visit my office after class!"

　　 After answering many questions from Harry N, Snape finally asked him impatiently to come back after class if he had any questions.

　　 At this moment, Malfoy's heart is broken, and he even thinks the dean is fake now.

　　 Quickly give me back the old Slytherin Dean who loves yin and Yang and loves to target Gryffindor!

　　 "Okay, Professor Snape!" Harry smiled with satisfaction, then pulled out his wand and started to operate it. After receiving Snape's detailed explanation, the practical content of this class was almost mastered.

　　 Snape's weird way of doing things shocked Ron, who had been in a cold war with Harry for a long time.

　　 "The old bat has suddenly changed sex? No, no, it's not logical..."