DNF Meets Harry Potter

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Early the next morning, Karl opened his eyes from the bed extremely punctually. Since his dimensional magic became more and more refined, his mother no longer needed him to stay in bed and suffer from procrastination.

what did you say? He started the orphanage without a mother? emmm~……

From sitting up, Carl's blue and white pajamas quickly transformed into Hogwarts school uniforms, and a sky blue tie was tied meticulously on his chest.

Both Alex and Philip looked at him very enviously, and it is estimated that Carl and Naiyali would meet throughout Hogwarts.

"Alex, what class is this morning?"

During the wash time, Karl inadvertently asked a question. Because of the attack, many Hogwarts professors have to participate in patrols. Some of them conflicted with the courses they were responsible for and had to be replaced with other professors.

"It's Professor Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts class!"

Philip flipped through the "Magic Me" in his hand and reminded loudly.

"So, I understand!"

Karl replied.

"Don't you plan to miss class again! It's strange to say that Professor Lockhart is a little too easy to talk. He never said that if you don't go!"

Alex interjected, he really didn't understand.

"Maybe it's because Professor Lockhart sees me look more handsome!"

Carl made a grimace at the two and joked with a grin.

"Cut! Shameless!"

The two put down the magic book in their hands at the same time, and raised their **** to Karl.

"Forget it, I'd better go. It's good to listen to Lockhart telling stories occasionally!"

Carl opened a drawer that hadn't been moved for a long time, took out a few textbooks from it and blew the dust on it.

Carl was ready to listen to the story for an afternoon, but to his surprise, Lockhart did not do so during class.

Although there is a large part of the bragging in it, he did indeed teach them some necessary magic knowledge to the little wizards of the second grade.

Carl was a little surprised at first, but when he thought of seeing the magic books in Lockhart's office last time, he was relieved. Anyone has the ability to pursue magic to improve himself, even if it is a big one like Lockhart. Parallel imports are no exception.

"Harry, come to my office after class, I need your help with some things!"

Before get out of class was over, Lockhart shook his emerald green cloak incomparably and said to Harry.

Harry suddenly wailed. These days Lockhart’s fans have received more letters. Because his writing is two-way similar to Lockhart, the other party often asks him to imitate his handwriting to write to those crazy female fans. reply.

At the beginning, Harry readily accepted, because Lockhart's shot was quite generous, he added at least thirty points to Gryffindor once he went, which really angered the little wizards in other colleges. But then there were more and more letters, and every day he wrote his handwriting until he became sore or even cramped. Naturally, he was reluctant to go. But before, he boasted Haikou in front of Lockhart and said how many scoring jobs he received. How much, it’s always bad to refuse now.

Lockhart was okay, and what was more shameless was Professor Snape. After he learned of this situation, he deducted points from Gryffindor even harder.

Ron patted Harry on the shoulder and held back his laugh, his eyes were three points of gloating and seven points of encouragement~...

"Hey~......".

Harry shook his head as if resigned, knowing that he could not escape Dumbledore's claws.

The bell rang at the end of get out of class, Lockhart blinked at Harry and hooked his fingers to beckon him to follow.

Harry packed his books and moved his sore wrists. Now is not the time to be sad, and there is a tough battle to be fought next.

In the Office of the Defense Against the Dark Arts, Lockhart threw his emerald green cloak on the sofa. Then he immediately hugged a lot of letters from the desk and threw it to him, and he picked up a book with an old black cover that looked like a diary and began to write and draw.

"It's really unexpected that Lockhart still has the habit of writing a diary, but how does that diary look a bit wrong? Would Lockhart use such an old diary?"

Harry sat upright at the desk writing a reply, his shortsightedness was deep enough, taking off his glasses, he was basically in the realm of human beings and animals, of course he didn't want to increase the burden.

He inadvertently glanced at Lockhart's diary in the gap, feeling a little strange. Such an old diary doesn't fit Lockhart's style. Shouldn't his things be decorated with magnificence?

"Maybe it was the old thing that accompanied him to grow up a long time ago~..."

Harry found a reason for this situation, stopped thinking about it, and began to concentrate on writing a reply. But somehow, he felt his brain getting more and more dizzy, and his upper and lower eyelids began to fight non-stop, and the portrait of Lockhart on the wall in front of him began to appear doubled and enlarged.

Harry touched his head, and the scar on his forehead seemed to be touched by a burning wire. It was surprisingly hot.

"Harry, what's the matter with you? If you are sleepy, take a good night's sleep. It's good to wake up~, then you can be reunited with your parents. I wish you all the happiness and joy of your life down there..."

"Lockhart, it's you! That thing fell into your hands!"

Lockhart's smile began to blur in Harry's eyes, and finally, he passed out.

"Yes, I do everything. But what about that? Who would believe in the ostentatious, arrogant Professor Lockhart at the huge Hogwarts?

After I spend another month quietly and resign, no one will discover the truth hidden in the fog of Hogwarts this year. At best, people would think that Professor Lockhart who came to challenge was also defeated under the curse of the Dark Lord~...

But it doesn’t matter, does it? Dumbledore is the only one in the magic world who has not been defeated by the Dark Lord. At least I have saved myself and retired. and this! That's enough~!

The only winner in the end is me~......"

Lockhart gently put down the diary in his hand and touched Harry's head and muttered to himself. Although the words of Tom Marvolo Riddle have been scratched, they can still be seen clearly...

"Sleeping quill~, it's mainly used to regulate study and rest time. Humph~, a good gadget~, otherwise it will cost me more work, my coma spell can't be practiced at home~..."

Lockhart picked up the quill pen lying next to Harry's right hand with a little admiration in his eyes, smiled lightly, then snapped and threw it into the trash can beside...

Then he unhurriedly took out a small suitcase from under the sofa and opened it, and Harry was stuffed into the suitcase by him. Obviously, this suitcase is similar to Old Newt's, and both are powerful. The wizard fired a fire, oh no~ it should have been casted a traceless extension curse.

Lockhart lightly tapped his wand on himself, and soon he disappeared completely in the office.

Illusion spell! He learned the high-level curse from Tom after all the hard work! Lockhart carried the box and opened the door of the office and walked out swaggeringly, heading straight upstairs to the bathroom that had been abandoned for fifty years.

"Hiss~!" Lockhart rushed to the abandoned girl's bathroom as quickly as possible with the phantom curse. The eerie snake language was spit out from his mouth, and then he circled around the washbasin for a week, the secret room He opened the entrance again, and then he jumped forward without hesitation.

After passing through the dark and smelly underground pipe, it took him an unknown amount of time before he fell to the ground. Lockhart glanced disgustingly at the dust and stains on his body, and subconsciously said "Clean up". The Forgiver suit is from The hand of Carl, he naturally solidified the cleaning spell on it, and soon Lockhart sorted out his clothes and walked away...

Carl, who was reading a book in the library with gusto, suddenly felt his pockets get hot, and his expression instantly became serious.

"Tom, after Dumbledore had absorbed enough vitality, you finally couldn't bear to attack Harry? But you really have you, my old friend, why do you like to leave without saying goodbye? Could it be that I didn't entertain him? Week?

That being the case, good. This time, I will love you very much~......"

I saw that he took out a roll of parchment from his pocket with a flat expression. Inside it was a map of each room in Hogwarts. The names of the little wizards kept moving on it. The location of the secret room was emphasized by him with a five-pointed star. Marked.

This is a counterfeit that he carefully crafted by imitating the live spot map. Although it is a counterfeit, its function is even stronger than the original version.

The map has been projected through endless dimensions, coupled with the inspiration from the magic of the Dimension·Galeoscope, to perfectly reproduce the function of the live point map, and in the way of retaining the original function, he even added a new warning function, just now That situation.

After Dumbledore was gone, he knew that Tom would be unbearable sooner or later. And according to the relationship between him and Harry's old enemy, he would definitely not let Harry go on the day he tried to resurrect, and there was nothing more wonderful than announcing his own resurrection with the death of the boy who was not dead.

Whether it’s 16-year-old Tom Riddle or 60-year-old Voldemort, their ultimate goal is their ambition to rule the magic world. And Harry Potter is the one who hinders them the deepest on this road, for this, we must get rid of it at all costs!

Therefore, after the attack happened half a month ago, Karl still couldn't find any clues and he gave up, too lazy to look for it.

Tom had been bitten by a snake for ten years and was afraid of well ropes, except that he caused some trouble for the first time and was easily settled by him, leaving no clues.

So he made such a special live spot map, like last year, and used Harry Potter as a bait to lure him into the bait, because Karl knew that Harry’s life was harder, and he attached protective magic to him. It's unlikely that Tom will kill him, and he can support him.

"Lockhart... is it you?!

It seems that I really underestimated you. I dare to cooperate with the Dark Lord in pursuit of power. Should I say that you are brave or stupid? "

Seeing the two eye-catching names in the middle of the secret room on the parchment, Carl sneered disdainfully. Is power so easy to obtain? If you seek skin from a tiger, you will only be swallowed by the tiger and even the bones of the belt will not be left.

After understanding everything, Carl quickly returned the book, without using Apparition to move quickly to the bathroom, because he still had to retain the power to beat Tom and Lockhart, who was fascinated by his mind. The wind was blowing under his feet and he ran quickly towards the castle.

At the same time, he took out a quaint parchment. Wrote it with the spirit will.

"Niyali, it was unexpected that Lockhart opened the secret room. Afraid of any accidents, I'll go over, you come here quickly! 』

Like a diary, the traces of Carl's writing and painting quickly disappeared, and then he backhanded the parchment away.

"Hiss~!"

Coming to the door of Myrtle’s bathroom again, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Karl opened the door as quickly as possible. Ignoring Myrtle who was screaming because he was frightened just now, he quickly took out a small projector from his pocket, reopened the entrance to the secret room, and did not hesitate like Lockhart. Jumped in.

Carl was walking through the dark, damp, stinking pipes with his own memory, and soon, a faint sound of water came into his ears.

After he landed, he rushed toward the second portal.

When he walked into the secret room, black water flowed from the mouth of the huge snake-shaped statue, and the rustling sound slowly came to his ears, and the dark ceiling was still towering into the clouds...

At the end of the passage, in front of the ugly Salazar Slytherin, a figure in an emerald green robe and cloak was facing him with open arms...

Carl took away the walnut wand in his hand, and at some point, the bright wand with dazzling golden light had floated behind him. The uniform on his body also slowly deformed, and the moon-white radiance enveloped his whole body...

Lockhart turned his head abruptly when he heard the huge sound of the secret room opening behind him, and saw the countless details of Carl on the opposite side becoming perfect, his eyes widened suddenly, his expression became extremely flustered, he could I didn't forget how Karl fought Snape.

He gesticulated in a panic and said with a smile. "Carl, you~ why are you here?"

"Why, Professor Lockhart can appear here. Why can't I?

Professor Lockhart really did not brag, you really are the person who knows the secret room best at Hogwarts~..."

Carl said with a smile as usual, but it seemed to Lockhart that the smile was so cold...