DNF Meets Harry Potter

"The methods of the old bee are still as despicable as ever~..."

Voldemort controlled Quirrell's hand and tapped the armrest rhythmically. As Carl said, he was limited by Quirrell's body, and there was really no way to take out the Philosopher's Stone. He felt a little difficult for a while.

Carl's eyes twitched slightly as he listened to Voldemort's shameless self-talk.

In terms of meanness, how can Dumbledore compare to you, Voldemort? A ring can send Lao Deng to meet Merlin's ruthless man, who can't be offended...

"I have a good idea, but I don't know if His Excellency the Dark Lord is interested in listening..."

Carl used the wand in his hand as a turning pen, and flew up so fast, with the light of Gallon in his eyes, he said to Voldemort mysteriously.

"I know what you're thinking, it's nothing more than Jin Gallon, tell me everything you know?!"

Voldemort, who had been tricked several times by Karl and almost completely lost his mind, finally calmed down, but Karl could still feel his full killing intent from the lines. He had no doubt now that if Voldemort really came back to life, he might temporarily let Harry go after him.

"In that case, then, Your Excellency the Dark Lord, you should understand what I mean..."

Carl said softly, completely different from Voldemort's attitude of eating spicy chicken one bite at a time, now Voldemort is just a big crop of green leeks in his eyes, waiting for his delicate body to be harvested.

Sure enough, Voldemort threw a money bag at him again. Carl frowned after using his mental power to detect it. There were only two thousand Galleons in it. He didn't believe that the ugly duo of Voldemort and Quirrell stole money in Gringotts That's all.

"The price is not enough!"

Karl's clear and firm voice echoed in the office, making it particularly abrupt.

"Don't go too far! Everyone stay on the front line, and we will talk about it next time we meet!"

Voldemort gritted his teeth, trying to negotiate a price with Karl.

"It's still the same sentence. Mr. Voldemort, please don't take me as a fool like Quirrell. I think the two of us will fight to the death next time we meet."

Carl was not moved by Voldemort's slightly threatening words. Anyway, the initiative was in his hands, so he didn't believe that Voldemort would really suppress his desire for the Philosopher's Stone. And counting the battle in the Forbidden Forest, he had already tricked Voldemort three times. The situation between the two sides has long been incompatible. Basically, it has reached the end of either you or me.

"And if you don't want to hear it, Mr. Voldemort, you can pretend I never said it."

"Farewell!"

Carl immediately added that he stood up and was about to leave. He had already mastered the method of playing hard to get with Snape.

And this is the reason for bargaining, "We are always like this, one thinks we won't leave, and the other thinks we will stay——Lu Xun."

But this set of rules doesn't apply to Karl, he is 100% sure that Voldemort will keep him, even if he is unwilling.

"You lowly vampire, you have won!" Watching Carl gradually open the door to leave, Voldemort finally chose to compromise. There's no way, the two thousand gold Galleons are still in Karl's hands, wouldn't it be a big loss to let him leave him.

Hearing the familiar words in his ears, Karl couldn't help curling his lips helplessly. Snape also said this sentence to him, but Voldemort cursed it harder. Sure enough, the essence of human beings is a repeater, even a heretical monster like Voldemort who has undergone many magical transformations cannot escape this great law.

However, this level of insults does not have any effect on him at all, it is too bad. But there is no way to do it. After all, the language of English is still far inferior to the profound and profound Zaun dialect. There are very few words that can be used to spit out fragrance. You must understand, you must understand...

In Karl's breezy smile, there was a scene of extreme joy at this moment.

Voldemort's hand controlling Quirrell kept shaking, and he took out a money bag from his robe with difficulty, just about to throw it to Karl.

However, at the next moment, Quirrell's other hand quickly grabbed the arm holding the money bag.

"Master, save some for me. This is our last Gold Galleon. If something happens in the future, we really can only drink the Northwest Wind..."

Quirrell, who had never spoken before but was just quietly being an audience, finally couldn't bear it now, and there was even a hint of crying in his soft speech.

Carl, watching, even wondered if he was being too cruel to the duo...

At this moment, both he and Quirrell are bleeding in their hearts. Not only were many years of belongings completely wiped out overnight, but now even the coffin stolen from Gringotts was about to be lost.

"Can you leave the last sliver of consolation for my stupid servant?"

Although Voldemort said so, he is also feeling uncomfortable in his heart now. In order to get the Philosopher's Stone, he has done a great job this time. Not only did he use cutting-edge black magic to quickly heal Quirrell's injuries when he was besieged by a herd of unicorns, but now even the coffin is almost covered.

"Okay, okay, save a hundred Galleons to buy cornbread. How can you make me the big devil..."

Carl covered his face and waved in disgust, saying that he could leave some money for Quirrell. Think of it as the last bit of money he left to buy the coffin for himself.

"For the sake of the fact that you gave me so many Galleons, after you were scratched into furnace coal by Harry's claws, I will definitely not give it to you. Anyway, it's a teacher-student match, I have pity on you." You collect the body for you. This locket is your eternal home for Quirrell!"

Carl looked at Quirrell more and more pitifully. The life of the dog licking tool is so miserable.

Carl was very satisfied after receiving the last purse thrown by Voldemort, and another 4,900 Galleons were credited, so happy.

Now that he has already collected the money, he naturally cannot break his word.

"The key to breaking the game lies in Harry Potter..."

Carl slowly explained the reason to Voldemort, and the latter suddenly realized, and at the same time, a malicious smile was inadvertently drawn on the corner of his mouth.

The person involved, Mr. Voldemort, said that the money spent here with Karl is very valuable. This wave of operations can not only get the Philosopher's Stone, but also end the prophecy and kill his old enemy Harry Potter. This is simply killing two birds with one stone!

So here comes the question, Karl will never lose money, and Voldemort also thinks he has nothing to lose, so who is it that loses?

"Sorry, Harry, forgive me for selling you. But as long as the plan goes well, not only can Quirrell's remaining use value be completely squeezed out, but also Voldemort can be ravaged, and your mother will probably come to hold the line, There shouldn't be much going wrong."

Carl silently apologized to Harry in the back of his mind, then quickly put it out of his mind.

It wasn't a complete sell on Harry, anyway, he was going to go through all of this sooner or later. He just spoiled it a little bit in advance. Anyway, he is confident that with Lily and the existence of the protective magic, he will definitely be able to keep Harry and kill Quirrell by the way.

How can the matter of scholars be called a pit? He is contributing without hesitation to defeat Voldemort's Death Eaterism!

A dimension walker who does not want to be named is performing extremely shameless self-hypnosis in the abyss deep in his heart...