DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Ming people don't talk secretly, I really want to ask you for help this time!"

Carl set his mind and looked seriously at Snape on the opposite side.

"Speaking of it, I don't know what else Mr. Harris can do with great magical powers and everything must be calculated?"

Snape flicked the black cloak and took it easy.

"Animagus potion, you should know ..." Carl's wrist turned, and the bottle of Mandela leaves presented by Professor McGonagall appeared in the air, shaking slightly.

"Animagus? This is the original one, did you expect Mr. Harris to be interested in this ..."

The corner of Snape's mouth rose slightly, and he understood that the initiative had finally reached his hands ...

"How about you don't pay the five hundred gold owed to me?"

Karl crossed his hands across his chest, and said flatly.

"Not enough! The pupae of Ghost-faced Moths now have three hundred ridges on the market, and there are still priceless ones ..."

Snape shook his head and said playfully.

"So what do you want?"

Karl said with a headache, there were too many Snape pits, and this time he was expected to be retaliated.

"I don't want those five hundred gold gallons, but I want you a promise!"

Snape got up from the chair, walked to the locker, and took out a small brown bottle from inside. Pulling the plug open, a black pupa lies quietly inside ...

"Yes! But the value must be determined by the contract! If the value is exceeded, you know ..."

Carl pondered for a while, and pulled out a blank parchment pact from the wizard's robe again. A golden feather pen appeared out of thin air and immediately began to write on it.

Snape watched quietly as the golden handwriting appeared, and a smile appeared on his expressionless face.

"You take a look at the content, if there is no opinion, so be it ..."

Moments later, Karl took the feather brush and signed his name on it, then pushed it to Snape.

The old bat read it three times in detail to make sure that Karl did n’t play any word games with him before he wrote his name with confidence.

After solving the Animagus potion, Carl finally felt relieved to ask him to get such a complicated potion, it was better than Shark.

"Professor really can do business. I'm a little curious about this promise. How will you use it in the future ..." Karl hippie said with a smile, while his eyes glanced back and forth in various bottles and jars: "Old acquaintances come here for a while You do n’t have any drinks ... you ’re already poor enough? Impossible. After all, I ’m not a devil. I must leave you with a coffin ... "

"If you really want to drink something ... I still have a lot of high-concentration veritaserum ... According to years of experience, I personally think that thing is more powerful than pumpkin juice and butter beer. Too.

It will help you to moisturize your throat, so that your little mouth will have some more playful words. Snape opened the drawer of a medicine cabinet and displayed a few small crystal bottles inside.

Carl's probe glanced past in the past and said without tension: "Run the throat? I think it's a throat lock! Professor Snape, your heart is so dark ..."

Spit on the truth agent, that thing is more than just violent, it's almost violent to the extreme, forcibly breaking through the brain defense line, this operation is terrible to think about.

After using this thing, Dementors are all younger brothers in front of it. Three drops of this thing for ordinary wizards is the limit. The effect caused by Carl ’s estimation is not much different from the excessive use of the Heart Mantra. The example of the Longbottons is at St. Mungo ’s Hospital ...

Snape was so confident in the Goblet of Fire that Harry said that only three drops were needed. Even the mysterious man had to tell his darkest secret, and the power of spitting out the truth was evident.

Although Karl felt that Voldemort should be able to withstand the effects of this gadget, he would have to wait another two years if he wanted to resist the effects of this gadget only with his own spiritual will.

Snape sneered, pondering and thinking darkly. This huge Hogwarts estimated that only Dumbledore's old bee, who likes to play crazy and stupid, can compare with you.

"Okay, I don't want to be blind to you. Every time you face me, your lifeless face is ugly like an injustice. Lily has been rehabilitated by me and still treats me like this. I feel you You should touch your own conscience and ask yourself if it hurts ... "

Now that the deal had been completed, Carl didn't want to give Snape a good look anymore. Every time he met him, he looked the same, which really made him uninterested. After taunting the sentence, the boy got up from the chair, looked at him with a disgusted look, then fell off the door, leaving only Snape to stay there sullenly with blue muscles.

Damn vampire, one day I want you to spit all my blood out!

Snape runs brain defense, UU reading www. uukanshu.com tried to force himself to stop thinking about things related to Karl, and finally went out quietly. It was hard to find the dew that had not seen the sun and human contact for seven days. He has no stock here ...

...

One night ten days later, the full moon glowed all over Hogwarts, endless stars dotted beside him, deep in the forbidden forest, from time to time came an excited wolf howl.

Karl climbed gently from the bed, staring at the full moon outside the window. As soon as his wrist turned, the bottle of Mandela leaves presented by Professor McGonagall appeared in his hand. Peeling the stopper and looking at the fresh green leaves, he was hesitant, a little hesitant, but after all his eyes closed, he took a piece from it and put it in his mouth.

Um ~, not bad. Very cool, a bit like mint ...

This was Karl's first feeling about the leaves of Mandela, but soon, he knew the power of this thing, and he almost swallowed the leaves together on the first day of eating.

Later, he learned well, and when he ate, he hid the leaves of Mandela grass under his tongue close to his jaw, chewing slowly and slowly, for fear of accidentally swallowing the food with the leaves.

"Karl, what's the matter with you? Is it sick?" Alex next to him asked, looking at Karl's strange behavior while eating.

"No ~, nothing ... that's ~ it's just a little bit hot in the past two days, it is estimated to be oral ulcer ... small problem, no ~, it doesn't hinder ..."

Carl swallowed a steak hard, and said a little vaguely. There was a leaf in his mouth, even his ridiculous Professor Snape praised Lisuo as well as the playful little mouth with honey-like stutter ...