DNF Meets Harry Potter

But soon, Peter realized that something was not right. At this moment Carl had taken him through directly, how could he be put back intact.

Thinking of this, Peter suddenly felt his scalp tingle, and a cold rushed towards the sky. Although he can't think of what method Karl will use next to ensure that the secret will not be revealed, it is certainly not a gentle means to think of the Heart Drill Mantra just now ...

"Everything is forgotten!"

But before he could think about it carefully, a dazzling white light suddenly lit up. He screamed in horror before he fainted.

"It's really cheap for you!"

Looking at Peter, who fainted on the ground, Carl murmured coldly, while using his wand against his head to start weaving false memories.

This dream is certainly not a good dream. During this process, the mouse lying on the ground twitched from time to time.

Peter was aware of what was wrong with his memory. Karl only deleted the process of tormenting him tonight, but added some new memories. In this case, Peter would only think that he was really used to practice Transfiguration. If he wants to cover up a memory, he must use another painful memory ...

After finishing everything, Carl closed his eyes gently and began the daily meditation. A few purple fragments on his right hand that was virtually held together were forming a dimension stone ...

The next morning, Karl got up from his meditation and dragged Peter's tail roughly to lift him upside down.

Peter screamed terribly on the spot, but when he saw the person in front of him, he quickly closed his mouth. In the false memories woven by Karl, he was tortured by his transforming spell last night. The little wizard in front of him was so cruel that Satan was alive ...

"Don't scream anymore, and give you a drink of dish soap if you scream again!"

Carl's smile looked naive, but what he said from his mouth was terrifying. He yawned and lifted Peter's tail to open the door of the request room and walked towards the auditorium. After all, it was almost time for breakfast ...

"Ron, your mouse is really not good ~. You see, I almost broke my finger last night ~ ..."

After seeing Ron, Carl stretched out a finger and complained to him with a bit of depression, a blood stain was clearly visible on it, which was left after he had accidentally been cut by wood chips after a battle with Peter The only injury, and have to say that his acting is good, Ron should apologize to him for this.

And Peter returned to Ron's hands without a word, digging into his pocket, thinking of what happened last night and now he was afraid of seeing Karl.

After eating breakfast, Karl stepped toward the principal's office step by step with a heavy heart. Since he had no way to retrieve the diary book at this moment, it was better to have Dumbledore showdown early to admit that he was wrong. Otherwise, when Tom's first attack starts, the scene between him and Dumbledore is too embarrassing.

"Bloody lollipop!"

With the correct password, the two monster statues outside the headmaster cracked open obediently, and Karl immediately stepped forward to take the elevator to the door of the headmaster's room and knocked on the door ...

The old headmaster was enjoying the breakfast of egg **** pudding leisurely at this moment, and saw Carl coming in and beckoned at him with a smile.

Arriving at Dumbledore, Carl couldn't help but bow his head to fiddle with his hands and looked nervous.

"Karl, are you ~?"

Dumbledore sorted out the messy long beard and asked with some doubt.

"What I want to say, don't be angry next. Angry hurts the liver ..."

Karl took a deep breath and began to organize the language in his mind constantly, the beginning of which was crossed out by him.

"I am the principal of Hogwarts, and I won't lose my temper with my students. You say it ~, but speak slowly, the old people can't receive messages faster than you young people ..."

Dumbledore took a sip of black tea and said with a smile.

"Diary ~, the diary ran long legs ..."

After quickly saying this, Karl immediately bowed his head again, this time it was really his responsibility.

Dumbledore: "!!!"

The old headmaster didn't calm down when he heard these words, but he knew exactly how much damage a runaway Horcrux could cause to Hogwarts.

"So how did this process happen?"

Dumbledore folded his smile and said a little seriously.

"A powerful wizard used the" Ultimate Blasting "to forcibly blast the magically closed drawer ... I guess it should be the remaining partisan of Voldemort. They must have known something from Lucius to do so!

Karl started to dump the pan frantically without blushing, but to tell the truth, this thing really didn't blame him. Who could think that the little dwarf Peter would take the wrong medicine to make such a good show. com ~ Sorry, Professor ... This time I was careless. I did n’t expect that there would be Death Eaters in Hogwarts ~ "

Carl lowered his head and whispered a little apologetically.

"This thing doesn't blame you ~ ... Everyone will be negligent. But before the danger occurs, we must think about the countermeasures ~ ..."

Dumbledore said calmly to Carl, as he said before, he would not be angry at his students, even Tom, he just sadly failed to teach him ...

"Actually, I did n’t say anything from my diary. For example, it was rumored that I was found in the Chamber of Secrets fifty years ago. The monster inside is a scary millennial snake. That monster Good guy, I almost did n’t scare me to death. Finally, I was better. I had a big fight with it, and then it ... ”

Carl glanced nervously at Dumbledore, then reached out and pulled out a small crystal bottle from the pocket of his school uniform. There were dozens of dreadful fangs with unknown liquid shapes shining brightly under the refraction of light.

"Very courageous!" Dumbledore looked at the things in the crystal bottle before him, and then smiled happily. "More than 90% of the adult wizards will die tragically after encountering this monster. You are in front. I defeated and killed it. Maybe I think you could enter Gryffindor ~ "

"It's just good luck, and I can clearly feel the movement around me even with my eyes closed ..."

Carl smiled and did n’t take the stub. He looked at Dumbledore apologetically. The old principal was still holding a winning ticket. His eyes under the semi-circular glasses were still so wise. Panic.