DNF Meets Harry Potter

Dumbledore’s gentle voice seemed to have some intriguing magical power, and the pain on Harry’s face no longer appeared, and he gradually calmed down...

The old principal stood in front of Harry holding the old magic wand dignifiedly, chanting complex and long spells in his mouth. If there was a link between Voldemort and him, he probably could see more.

"The power of the dimension! Back in time! Reverse time and space!"

Carl gave a low voice, and there seemed to be a flash of brilliance on his fingertips. How could he not intervene in this situation?

The shattered memories in Harry's mind turned into tiny silvery-white brilliance slowly drifting out of his eyebrows and projecting on the wall.

If Harry watched only a small SD quality movie last night, then he and Dumbledore are now enjoying HDR...

In the gloomy grove, Peter Pettigrew struggled to drag a woman in her thirties, with a look of excitement on her face...

"Drill your heart out!"

As a hoarse chanting voice sounded, the woman began to scream frantically, her eyes full of pain.

"Not bad forgotten spell...but...it's not enough, now tell me everything behind it..."

"So that's... Triwizard Tournament? Avada Kedavra!"

The picture they saw finally froze under the sad green light.

Karl beckoned, and the magic stone shining brightly in the air fell back into his hand. But at this moment, a doubt flashed across his face:

"It turns out that this is how Voldemort knew about the Triwizard Tournament, but who is that woman? She knows this. Could it be someone from the Ministry of Magic?"

"Bertha..." A look of pain flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, he glanced at Karl and then returned to his chair.

Harry opened his eyes and looked at the silent two with some bewilderment. Just now he recalled what happened last night, and there were a few more fragments of memory. He tried to piece them together. But sadly found that he couldn't keep it, only vaguely knowing that he was indeed a ghost of Voldemort when he became a warrior this time...

"Sorry, Professor... I really can't remember..." Harry flushed flushed and said embarrassedly.

"Don't worry..." Dumbledore raised his head kindly, watching everything he could see, "You did a good job, I think, this will give me enough time to prepare..."

"Really, Professor?!" Harry let out a long sigh of relief when he heard that he had finally helped, and then asked eagerly, "Then what should we do next?"

"Let everything go with the flow..." Dumbledore blinked at him with a smile, "He won't make much movement before the Triwizard Tournament is over..."

"Ah..." Harry was dumbfounded at the thought that he had received such a serious crime just now and got Dumbledore's answer.

"Don't think so much, Harry..." Carl said lightly, "Three years ago, Voldemort aggressively occupied Quirrell's body to grab the Sorcerer's Stone and finally escaped dingy?

What's more, this time Peter Pettigrew is not as good as Quirrell..."

"But!" Harry opened his mouth and was interrupted by Dumbledore when he wanted to say something.

"It's getting late. If you don't want to be deducted for being late for the next class, I suggest you prepare quickly!"

Dumbledore's meaning was already obvious.

"Yeah, my next class is Professor McGonagall's class!" Carl recalled his timetable and didn't bother to care about Harry. He immediately got up and prepared to leave. Professor McGonagall was not as annoying as Snape.

"Wait for me!" Harry hurriedly followed when he saw it. His next class was Snape's potions class. Although he is no longer targeting himself as he used to, it is just that. It is completely impossible to get preferential treatment.

They separated at the corner of the stairs and walked towards their respective classrooms.

The door of the closed potions classroom was pushed open by Harry. He glanced guiltily at Snape, who was preparing potion materials on it, and planned to secretly find a place to sit down first.

"Potter, you are five minutes late! So... Gryffindor deducts five points!"

Just when he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he could be fooled, Snape's icy deduction of points reached his ears.

On the Slytherin seat next to him, Malfoy glamorously turned his head and glanced at him, his face full of expectation. As a Gryffindor, dare to be late for potions class? I don't want to live anymore...

According to his dean’s previous routine, he thought it was just an appetizer, and the real meal is still to come. After this class is over, Harry will definitely be unable to eat...

But Harry, backed by Lily, was destined to disappoint him. After a class, Snape seemed to have taken the wrong medicine. Not only did he not deliberately find the fault, but he faced Harry’s question~www.readwn.com~ not only did not ridicule, but also gave it in great detail. Explained a bit.

Although the voice was still cold, but Snape was able to achieve this level, he felt it was no different from saying "I love you".

"Isn't I dreaming? Professor Snape actually..." Malfoy squeezed his arm hard, the sharp pain from it made him have to recognize the reality, he saw it all Really!

The first time he encountered this situation, he almost collapsed. In every potions class, watching Potter was ridiculed by Snape, and shutting down from time to time has become one of his favorite hobbies in the past four years. one.

He always thought that this situation would continue until he graduated, but he hasn't even half of it at this time. How did it happen?

Professor Snape let go of Harry Potter! This is not magic at all!

"Potter, I will visit my office after class!"

After answering multiple questions from Harry N, Snape finally asked him impatiently to come back after class if he had any questions.

At this moment, Malfoy's heart was broken, and he even felt that the dean was fake now.

Give me back the old Slytherin who was bitter, who liked yin and yang and targeted Gryffindor!

"Okay, Professor Snape!" Harry smiled with satisfaction, then drew out his wand and started to operate. After he got Snape's detailed explanation, the practical content of this lesson was almost mastered.

Snape's weird way of doing things made Ron, who had been in a cold war with Harry for a long time, surprised.

"The old bat has suddenly changed sex? No, no...It's not logical..."

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