DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Are you that confident?" Hermione looked at Carl speechlessly. "The fire dragon is not a creature that can be subdued casually!"

　　 "That's for other people!" Carl answered as expected.

　　 Harry stood aside very envious. He didn't sleep well last night because of this incident. As a result, he didn't have any appetite for breakfast today, and his stomach was already groaning right now.

　　 After finishing the transformation lesson, Harry grabbed Hermione and Carl impatiently. He didn't forget to learn the flying curse. They went straight to an empty classroom, where Harry tried his best to fly various objects in the room towards him under Carl's guidance.

　　 But it's still a bit difficult, not skilled enough. Those practice books and feather pens often lose their center of gravity when they fly halfway through the air and fall to the ground like rocks.

　　 "Harry, you have to concentrate!" Hermione stood in the corner and reminded him anxiously.

　　 "Didn't I always try to concentrate?" Harry looked a little annoyed after many failures. He panted and raised his wand again. "But somehow it just won't work! Okay, do it again."

　　 "The key to the Flying Curse lies in the caster's will. You have to make items subject to your own will as much as possible! Don't think about what kind of dragon you will get tomorrow!"

　　 Carl sits leisurely on the side chair, correcting Harry's mistake, he can tell at a glance that Harry is anxious about the game that is about to start tomorrow.

　　 When practicing spells, emotions can almost be regarded as the first factor affecting efficiency.

　　 After getting Carl's opinion, Harry calmed down a bit. He paused for his crazy practice, and sat on the cool floor for a while.

　　 By the time he stood up again, his expression had improved a lot, at least the night that had been lingering in his mind just now would no longer affect him.

　　 Time travels like never before. The blink of an eye is fleeting. The first minute they were still practicing the spell in the empty classroom, and the next minute the gate of the auditorium was close at hand.

　　Unconsciously, the whole morning passed like that.

　　 "Is the fire dragon so terrible? It can take so much time to practice a flying spell..." Carl walked in front, put the magic stone in his hand back into his pocket, and his mouth couldn't stop thinking.

　　Flying Mantra is actually really simple, the spells and gestures are not complicated, as long as the will is a little firmer, plus some practice, you can master it quickly.

　　 At least it was like this when Carl was learning this magic with Snape. He didn't take much effort to learn it. This made the old bat's angry teeth itchy at first-and one less chance for yin and yang.

But Harry is different. Maybe the scene last night was too shocking. When he was practicing, the shadows of the four fire dragons ran out to make trouble. This made him really unable to concentrate, so that Karl had to use magic. Shi turned around for a long time-he didn't want to come to practice with Harry in the afternoon.

　　 Insufficient talent, time to make up.

　　 Although the clock was only a quarter away, for Harry, he stayed firmly in the classroom all day.

　　 Due to the reversal of time, if it were placed in a normal time, they should have eaten dinner by now, and it is just now noon.

　　 "It's not easy to practice with you!" Hermione dragged Harry to quickly find a seat to sit down, picked up a chicken leg and stuffed it in her mouth. She was starving to death.

　　 "I didn't mean to..." Harry said weakly. He felt that if Hermione were to substitute him, it would not necessarily be better than himself.

　　 "You have to practice your flying curse again, otherwise it will be bad if you lose the chain tomorrow!"

　　 After eating something, Hermione finally recovered some strength, she thought about it and reminded again.

　　 "You can rest assured!"

　　……

in the afternoon.

In the eerie potions classroom, the sudden ringing of the get out of class bell made Snape frowned. He shook his broad cloak and quickly walked back to the podium, his empty eyes swept over every little wizard present. The corner of his mouth slowly outlines a ribbon with a malicious smile.

"I want to see a paper with at least two pieces of parchment before the next class! Of course, if you have to use Professor Bins’s request to complete my paper, hum... Then I can only wish Good luck..."

　　 Snape leaned down and grabbed a typical essay from the podium and said grimly to the little wizards. At this time, a cold wind blew by, and all the little wizards present shivered.

　　 They naturally know the meaning of old bats. Professor Bins has always been confused, so they usually expand the line spacing of his papers to achieve the purpose of being lazy.

　　 But last week, a little wizard from Gryffindor had the same thoughts on Snape's homework.

　　 Then, then there is no more...

　　 He was almost choked to death by an angry old bat on the spot, and he was kept in confinement until the end of Christmas...

　　 "Ah~...I almost forgot, Mr. Harris seems to have immunity from this assignment?

　　 is also right, tomorrow is the day when the Triwizard Tournament begins, and the Warriors are always special. But I hope he won’t have any problems..."

　　 Snape licked his lips, UU reading www.uukanshu.com instantly turned his head, his eyes fixed on Karl.

　　What the **** did this **** old bat smoke today!

　　 Karl cursed inwardly, but there was still a smile on his face: "I borrow your good words!"

　　 Seeing Carl restrained his temper and had no choice to confront him, Snape snorted coldly, looking rather unhappy.

　　 "Come to my office later! There was a problem with your last homework!"

He coldly put down a sentence, flicked the wide sleeves of the wizard's robe, gathered all the teaching materials, and walked out of the classroom quickly. The wind poured into his robe to make it agitate. It looked like a floating bird from a distance. Dementor.

　　 "Hey..." Karl raised his eyebrows, thinking that Snape couldn't help but want to get slaughtered?

　　 But think about it, he doesn't know what the content of the Triwizard Tournament will be tomorrow, and Lily may be in a panic right now.

　　 "Good afternoon, Professor Snape! I wonder if you are looking for me this time?"

　　 With only a slight click, Carl gently pushed open the office door, revealing a gap, sticking his head out from the inside, holding the door frame, and blinking at Snape who was full of black lines.

　　 Snape resisted the urge to punch him and gave him a wink to tell him to come in and talk. He still remembered that Carl entered his office for the first time in this manner three years ago.

　　 Then, he went on a path of no return...