DNF Meets Harry Potter

I dug a treasure, this time I really dug a treasure!

Dumbledore had only such an emotion in his heart at this moment. There are really many talents at Hogwarts this year. There is not only a savior but also a legend that has grown up to be a living legend.

As the principal of Hogwarts, the world ’s first white wizard, Dumbledore knows the secrets of the wizarding world better than anyone else.

Indeed, Karl is right. The original Muggles merged with the blood of magical creatures and this is where the magic world is today. In that more distant period, the sprites born by nature were the real masters of the earth, but apart from some of the soil buried underground, they could no longer find their traces long ago.

Didn't expect them to have blood flow down, and they successfully awakened.

Dumbledore suppressed his inner rejoicing. The original prediction was so vague that he couldn't guess who would survive Harry and Voldemort. And he understands that even if Harry wins in the end, the entire wizarding world may suffer unprecedented trauma. He is already an old man over one hundred years old, and he will not live for a few years after he is full of money.

If he could train Karl and Harry together, Voldemort would undoubtedly be defeated in the end.

"Professor, what's wrong with you?"

Karl looked at the dazed Dumbledore, leaning forward slightly and couldn't help asking.

"I am very happy to be able to witness the rising of a new star in the wizarding world again. And you are completely different from him. You have too many things he will never have in the past, present or future ..."

Dumbledore's blue eyes became softer towards Carl. As the principal of a school, there was nothing more joyous than witnessing his students become legends, and at this extremely plastic age.

Carl smiled slightly and took a sigh of relief in his heart. This time it was slightly exposed to Dumbledore that it looked pretty good. At least this old glass probably doesn't stare at him in the future because he overthrew Voldemort.

Acting is also very tiring!

"Professor Dumbledore, do you have anything else to ask me?"

Karl relieved his transformation, and the bright sunlight shone on his slightly pale face.

"Boom Boom ~!"

At this moment there was a sudden knock on the door, Dumbledore turned around, and Madam Pomfrey was looking at him with a bad look on his face.

"Professor Dumbledore, I think you should give Mr. Harris a good rest. Is there something you can't wait until he is discharged from the hospital?"

Madam Pomfrey glanced at Dumbledore with some displeasure. She had always disliked having idle people to disturb her patients, even if the person was the principal.

"Wait! Why is this air wrong?"

"It seems ... the taste of roast suckling pig!"

Don't wait for Dumbledore to open his mouth to explain, Madam Pomfrey's face changed, sniffed the source of this smell, then her eyes stared at Dumbledore and Carl.

"Albus! When I let you in just now, didn't you say you shouldn't let you prepare those heavy-taste foods for him ?!"

Ms. Pomfrey understood that Dumbledore had taken what she had just said to the ear, and instantly ran away.

"Calm down, Bobby ..."

Dumbledore stroked his forehead. There was a frustration on his face.

"Mr. Harris, and you! I seem to warn you the same thing?"

Madam Pomfrey also looked badly at Carl.

"Mrs. Pomfrey, you listen to my sophistry. Oh no! You listen to me explain."

Karl was so scared that he couldn't speak clearly. He didn't want to taste the potion that Madam Pomfrey boiled, and then she took a blood away, it would be too wrong.

"I think, principal, you should go to school affairs now. You haven't finished writing the specific report sent by the Ministry of Magic about Professor Kilow's theft of magic stones ..."

Madam Pomfrey didn't talk much, and directly spoke quietly to catch people.

"Okay, Bobby ..."

Seeing Mrs. Pomfrey talking about this part, Dumbledore understood that even if she was talking about the mess, she would not agree to stay here again.

Dumbledore stood up, and gently asked Carl to give him a rest, and then followed Mrs. Pomfrey's words to tell him not to eat spicy food during this time.

"Mr. Harris, I think you should drink medicine now."

Madam Pomfrey now brought a crystal cup from somewhere, and this time it was full of blue-purple potions. Although the color is different from the last time, it looks equally ugly and equally unpalatable.

Karl stared blankly at the potions in the cup, and asked with some confusion: "Mrs. Pomfrey, did you just say that I can no longer mix the potions with you?"

"The cup just used to recuperate the spirit just now, and this cup was specially brewed for you. It can be neutralized with your Remy's assistance to play a better recovery role."

Madam Pomfrey explained in a poor tone that apparently Carl did not listen to her instructions and ate those spicy foods without permission, which made her a little unhappy.

"Then ~, can I drink it later?"

Karl's voice is faint with a trembling sound ~ www.readwn.com ~ The medicine of the wizards is really terrible.

"What do you say ~?"

Madam Pomfrey handed the cup straight to him and said with a smile.

Carl looked down at the cloudy potion in the glass, and then looked up at Madam Pomfrey's face.

Can't escape the first day, but can't escape the third year.

He took a deep breath and took the crystal cup. He closed his eyes and treated him like a soldier on the battlefield. He drank it clean.

Weird taste swirled in his mouth, and Karl's small face was almost distorted.

"If you spit it out, you have to have another drink ..."

Madam Pomfrey spoke like a ghost, causing him to block her mouth with both hands.

After swallowing for a while, Carl finally regained his soul from this wonderful taste, his face full of despair, and the cup of potion almost did not give him away.

Although his knowledge of potions is equally rich, he does not want to analyze the materials of this cup of potions at this moment, otherwise he will be nausea-dead by himself.

At the same time, Harry and Dumbledore had just learned of Karl's wake from Dumbledore's departure, so they immediately started running towards the school hospital non-stop, and what he just saw in his eyes was his face Love is not worth looking at.

"Are you a good friend of Karl? Do you see if he looks better after taking the medicine than he was when he was comatose?"

Madam Pomfrey smiled at the stunned trio, her face full of sense of accomplishment.