DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Hello, Harry Potter. I can't think of it, we meet again ... Remember me? If it weren't for me, you probably died two times ..."

Karl slowly moved forward, the magnificent staff floating behind him followed with a bright golden light, and the dark rooms became bright.

"It's you! Why are you here ?!"

Harry's eyes widened suddenly, and he certainly would not forget this iconic purple robe and golden staff. At the same time, I was also shocked secretly. What kind of monsters and monsters are running towards Hogwarts this year. I do n’t know what attracts them here ...

"I lost something, but I paid a lot of money from its original owner. I think this house elf called Dobby should know where it is." Carl no longer looked at Harry, but turned around. The house-elf who came to tremble and watched face to face: "Do you think I'm right, Dobby? I think you should know its whereabouts ..."

"Sir ... please stop asking, Dobby ~, Dobby can't really say ..."

Feeling the surging magical power emanating from Carl's side, the fear on his face grew thicker, and he began to tremble unceasingly, begging the other party not to question again. It understands what it means to block a space by itself ...

"Dobby, maybe, we need to talk about it. As for Harry Potter ...

You still have a good rest, sleep, some things are not something you can blend in at the moment ... "

Feeling the whispers in his ears, Harry's eyelids began to fight continuously, and everything in his sight was gradually blurring. After ten seconds, he could no longer support him, and he slowly fell to the bed.

"sit?"

Karl pulled a chair down and pointed at another.

"If sir really wants to ask about that thing, please give more than one!"

Dobby closed her eyes as big as a bell in pain, and said as if she were dead. Thousands of years ago, ancient magic began to play a role in its body. It is quite difficult for house-elves to break this limit and betray their masters. After all, not every house-elf's name is called Kleece ...

"I think you misunderstood what I meant ..."

Carl's fingers flicked a little in the air, and an old diary light and shadow with yellowing edges slowly rotated in front of him.

"I know more about this thing than you think, and how much storm do you think it can turn over in my hand at my magic level?"

Carl raised a hand and took off the huge hood covering his head, revealing his handsome face.

"You ~ ... it's you! It turns out that you are not controlled by a diary, but how can you have such a powerful magic at this age ?!"

When Dobby saw Karl's face, he almost jumped up from the chair.

"Is this difficult? It is important to know that the magical sources of wizards depend on the blood of various magical creatures, and the blood in my body estimates that your ancestors are not qualified to be my slaves ..."

Karl smiled contemptuously and slowly closed ↑. The light blonde hair gradually became dark, and the skin became more and more crystal clear. The pair of pointed ears and delicate facial features all showed his noble identity ...

"This is ~ ... the bloodline of ancient high elves ?!"

This time Dobby really fell off the chair, and the excitement on his face had reached its peak now.

"After being enslaved for so long, there can still be inherited memories, which is really not easy ..."

Watching Dobby start jumping up and down with excitement, Carl pouted to himself.

Ten minutes later, after Dobby calmed down completely.

"Now that you understand it, please don't hinder me. After I squeezed out the use value of this diary, I will naturally destroy it. I don't want to see you looking around in my dorm again one day. In addition, I do n’t want you to preach me before anyone ... "

Carl stretched out a finger, a faint blue fire fluttering at his fingertips, but the seemingly small flames contained the power to devour everything!

"Dobby knows, distinguished sir! Dobby will not divulge what happened today!"

"An unbreakable oath!"

"Sir, there is movement outside, someone is coming ..."

"The time and space ban has been lifted, we should go, let Harry have a good dream ..."

The voice of the two's conversation grew softer, and finally disappeared without a trace ...

"Click ..."

The door that was closed by Carl just now was opened again, and Madam Pomfrey came in strangely with an oil lamp. Just now she clearly heard that there was movement in it, and there was nothing when she entered.

"Is there a mouse? Then tomorrow I will have some more mouse medicine ..."

Madam Pomfrey walked to Harry's bed and looked strangely at the unevenly arranged chair and the level of the floor ~ www.readwn.com ~ Before she left, she clearly remembered that these things were set up. .

She shook her head to sort it out, then looked at Harry, who was mostly naked outside the quilt. After sighing unconsciously, he tucked his corner back again, and lifted the oil lamp aside. Went out.

Outside the school hospital, Dobby had already left through a phantom, and Karl walked alone in the quiet Hogwarts late at night. What he didn't know is that because he frequently left the dormitory abnormally in the middle of the night, coupled with the level of magic he had exposed before, his best friend was already jealous ~ ...

Inside the Ravenclaw Tower, in Karl's tightly locked drawers, the old diary began to turn upside down strangely.

"He has gone out again this week for the fifth time, but why is he not willing to take me every time he goes out in the middle of the night, afraid he might break his secret?

Sophomore is enough to suppress an adult house-elf on the frontal battlefield, which is incredible. Maybe I shouldn't hit my mind with him, his spiritual will is too strong, it is really difficult to control him completely ...

Maybe I should find a chance to break away from him. If the elemental magic called "Thunderbolt" acts on my carrier, it will probably start burning immediately ...

Why is his magic level so extreme that he completely sees Lockhart's big idiot but admires him so much? No reason, this is not magic ...

Self-imposed but likes to express themselves, craving fame and fortune, and fond of clamoring for favor, this is the perfect friend in my mind ~ ah. There are the two red-haired Weasleys, one is selfish and timid and the other is almost in power. It is perfect ...

Which one should I choose? It's really difficult to choose ... "