DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Don't be so excited, Professor Dumbledore seems to have been alone all the time. The password is" Kumquat Lemon ", please go, don't let him wait anxiously ..."

Harry patted Carl on the shoulder and said with a smile on his face, he simply did not understand the true meaning of Karl's words.

"Okay ~, I will go right away."

Carl wiped his tears and vowed that he must follow Lockhart to learn the oblivion spell next time. This magic is really too important for him.

Ten minutes later, he was already standing in the doorway of the principal's room, but said the password and went up.

"Oh, Carl, you're here. It's been a month since you started school. But you haven't seen me as an old man once, by the way, are you still used to the second grade courses?"

Dumbledore blinked at him, his face full of amiable smiles.

"Professor Dumbledore, I don't seem to have asked you to find any magic book for me. Since that's the case, what happened just now? I don't think Harry would be joking about such things ..."

Karl was standing in front of Dumbledore in two or three steps, with a little doubt on his fair face. He decided to pretend to be stupid, and he had to keep the diary anyway.

"You were the one who fought against Quirrell in the Forbidden Forest last year, except you, I can't think of anyone else ..."

Dumbledore shook his head, so much information was synthesized that he had already seen through.

"Um ~, yes, it's me!"

Carl saw the matter exposed and simply didn't bother to pretend. He extended his right hand and gave a snap, and the plain Hogwarts school uniform turned into a mysterious purplish black, and the flames of fire began to appear, and a golden coral staff followed and floated behind him.

This is the first time Dumbledore has seen Karl in its heyday form. His half-moon-shaped glasses shimmered in the blue eyes, and the golden staff behind him made him feel an unusual breath.

"I feel a sense of adventure from you. It seems that you have a good harvest in the summer vacation ..."

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and nodded slightly, and he was very pleased to see that his students' magical attainments were getting better and better.

"Should Voldemort's thing be in your hands? Harry told me all the details from Dobby. It was not so difficult for me to deduce the truth ..."

The expression on Dumbledore's face did not change at all, and he still looked at Karl with a smile.

"I went to Knock Alley that day and wanted to buy something. I happened to meet Lucius in the Boginbock store. The thing he wanted to sell caught my attention, so I shot it off ..."

Carl gently waved his hand, and the diary's projection exuded a little bit of fluorescence in the air, but it was as beautiful as it was true.

"A diary, is there anything special about it?"

Dumbledore waved his hand, and the diary that was still in mid-air began to spin continuously. His eyes were only focused on it, observing every detail in the diary, he did not dare to sloppy anything about Voldemort, because that accident would cause tragedy, and the black magic wanted to play and plunder life is too much It's simple.

"This diary has his own thoughts, and he can feel it as long as he writes on it, and responds accordingly. He claimed to be a memory left by a student named Tom Mavolo Riddle ..."

Karl gazed at the light and shadow of the diary he had created and introduced it softly.

"Magic items with his own consciousness are not lacking in the magic world. The branch hat can do it, and most of the portraits carefully painted by the magic painter can also be done. It seems that he should want Hogwarts to mess up for another year. ... "

Hearing Tom Riddle's name, Dumbledore's eyes narrowed, and then he expressed his opinion ...

Carl twitched his lips, how could his best friend Tom compare with the swanky **** who had only self-consciousness and no real soul.

"No, it's different. This diary is completely different from the portraits. During this month's contact, I suspected that I felt the existence of the soul ..."

Carl shook his head and said his own opinion. Tom was rushing to resurrect this year. He was resurrected in his perfect state at the age of sixteen, so as to completely get rid of the trouble of the two-hole socket ...

"soul?!"

Dumbledore's pupil shrank sharply, and after hearing this word, he couldn't sit still anymore, and the unreasonable smile on his face was put away, and he was replaced with a very serious look.

Whether it is a wizard or a Muggle, the most mysterious part can only be the soul, where memories are stored, and the secret of eternal life is hidden.

"Yes, I have experimented with my heritage magic. The diary should have a soul, but it is not complete, but in the form of a fragment. It should be Voldemort's initiative to split at the age of sixteen ..."

Carl held the staff tightly and slammed it down.

A black and white world like an ink painting appeared in front of Dumbledore. A black-haired boy who looked only 15 or six years old looked handsome and sat quietly on a step in Hogwarts, staring into the distance. In the office of the Black Magic Defense Division, UU reads www.uukanshu.com. He wears a robe representing Slytherin College and a shiny senior badge on his chest ...

"Tom ..."

Seeing the old man who reappeared in front of his own eyes fifty years ago, Dumbledore was filled with emotion.

"When I first got the diary, I still felt a little strange, because I did not find the traces of the ancient magic patterns and energy centers through the entire diary. This is really not in accordance with the basic rules of a black magic item.

Later, I used dimensional magic and the power of the soul to infiltrate the hidden space of the diary, only to discover its secret. The diary is not a black magic item at all, it is just a carrier, accompanied by the old Lord Voldemort, the only purpose is to carry the soul ... "

Carl sighed and looked at Voldemort when he was young. Although he was not handsome, but this face value was among the boys. It was also at the top level. I did n’t know how this product would disfigure himself in the future. The snake face said yes It's not too much for God to hate ghosts, is this the price of power?

Sure enough, the power carried by the human body is limited. If you want to become more powerful, only ... I will not be a man!

Thinking of this, Carl glanced down at his own hands and fell into philosophical contemplation.

It seems that when he transplanted the Dark Eye at the age of eight, and his blood was completely transformed into the life of the demon world, strictly speaking, it could no longer be regarded as a normal person.

but……

Carl quietly pulled out a small mirror from his sleeve. The little boy with red lips and white teeth blinked with emerald green eyes, long eyelashes, and black hair combed meticulously. He was smiling at him, coupled with pointed ears. And mysterious robe ...

Why is the gap so big?