DNF Meets Harry Potter

Madam Pomfrey babbled and told Carl many, many things that need to be paid attention to. He also told him not to move around, it is best to lie on the bed so that he can recover well, and then cleaned up. By the way, she pinched the horns of Karl's messy quilt just now, and then left with her bottle of scary potion.

"I don't know how to do it, but it will be like this in such a safe place..."

Madam Pomfrey whispered a few words, and gently closed the door.

But Karl, with sharp ears, listened to it word for word.

Hmm~, yes, it's quite safe~ what a ghost!

Hogwarts is estimated to be in turmoil in the shadow of Harry Potter for many years.

After the little savior came, there was a madman who went crazy every year, this year Voldemort and next year it will be a basilisk...

If all of this can become safe, then the only dangerous place in the world is probably the restricted life zone like the Sahara.

Karl lay on the big soft pillow and couldn't help complaining crazily. Is the village-level terrorist leader Voldemort just kidding with you?

Although this guy is short-sighted and only wants to occupy Hogwarts, but his strength is really strong enough to explode. He can resist for so long even when he is fighting his old face not to wear Celia's clothes. In the end, it is Alice. It took the guy out to destroy his body.

But a projection as strong as Alice could not leave his soul behind.

"Riddle's diary? I won't kill you in the second half of the year!"

Carl secretly calculated everything in his heart, he must be safe next semester, and not play it off anymore. Voldemort stole Harry, which is a horrible situation to think about.

"System, bring me a bottle of intermediate spirit medicine!"

Carl looked at the sky outside the window, and understood that Dumbledore would definitely come over soon after he knew the news of him waking up. The old glass's desire to control was really too strong, so he had to let it go.

"Thirty-five thousand gold coins have been deducted successfully!"

Hearing the notification sound from the system, he felt a little heartbroken. Come on, three hundred and fifty Galleons are missing this time.

"Wait a minute, why don't you beat Lao Deng? This time I almost lost a lot, and the hard work shouldn't be too much."

Carl hesitated secretly, Old Deng was different from Voldemort and Snape, he had no excuses, which meant that he would flip the table at any time without any scruples.

"Forget it, let's adapt."

He secretly planned in his heart, then opened the stopper of the mid-level spiritual elixir and drank it in one gulp, at the same time the brain defense technique also started to work quietly.

"Click~"

Just as he was thinking about whether to knock Dumbledore, a soft sound came from the door, and then the doorknob turned slowly under Carl's gaze. After Madam Pomfrey, Karl welcomed the second guest to visit him.

It was Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts!

Old Glass was wearing a purple wizard robe today, with some stars dotted on it, and a long silver-white beard tied up with a red belt. He looked in a good mood, and walked towards him with a smile.

"Good morning, Mr. Harris~..."

Dumbledore walked to Karl's bed and greeted him kindly. With a slight wave of the Elder Wand in his hand, a beautiful chair appeared beside the empty bed.

"Look at Ning's posture, he wants to have a soul-deep conversation with me here..."

Looking at his old headmaster who didn't want to leave in a short time, Karl seemed to be smiling, but his heart had already exploded.

"Good morning, Professor Dumbledore. What can you do for me?"

He expressed that he didn't want to be aggressive with old Deng Duo, so he went straight to the point, and wanted him to leave as soon as he finished asking.

"Goo~goo~goo..."

An inappropriate voice sounded, and Carl pursed his lips before he remembered that he had slept for two days, that is, he hadn't eaten for two whole days.

He was so frightened by Madam Pomfrey's horrible potion just now that he even forgot his hunger.

Dumbledore looked at Carl, and waved the Elder Wand knowingly. The snacks on the table next to him and the cards with blessings came to life as if Carl had used the activating potion.

It jumped and flew to the bedside table next to Carl and folded it, and then the long table kept shrinking and flew to the hospital bed.

This ease of operation made Karl a little envious. He could also achieve this level of control, but it was definitely not as easy as Dumbledore.

"It seems that our little hero is a little hungry. What would you like to eat? How about looking up at the starry sky? I tried it some time ago, and it tastes pretty good."

Dumbledore said with some wicked humor.

"Professor, I have an unopened original can of Swiss herring here, and I have also applied diffusion magic to ensure a strong taste. What do you think?"

Karl stroked his space bag lightly, and replied innocently.

Is looking up at the starry sky something that people can eat?

He smiled and watched Dumbledore's smile froze on his face. It seemed that even Dumbledore, who dared to eat a pile of cockroaches, seemed to have been beaten by a can of herring.

"No, thank you Mr. Harris. I want to live a few more years with this old bone."

Dumbledore smiled awkwardly when he saw that the active atmosphere failed. He really didn't expect Carl to be a ruthless person who dared to carry a can of herring with him, and he was not afraid of being blown up.

"Then can Professor Dumbledore bring me a roast suckling pig? Use more sauce."

Carl sat up from the hospital bed with a smile on his small face.

"However, Madam Pomfrey suggests that you eat some light food, otherwise she might not let me come next time..."

Dumbledore paused, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Wouldn't it be better not to let you come?"

Carl complained secretly in his heart.

"Ah~, so~." He licked his lips and continued, "Then I'd better eat canned herring, it's really good. Professor, would you like some?"

"Okay, okay, the roast suckling pig is the roast suckling pig." Dumbledore smiled helplessly, and then whispered in Carl's ear like an old urchin, "You must not tell Pomfre Mrs. Lei said, otherwise she will be dissatisfied with me again..."

"Understood, Professor!"

Carl immediately said comprehendingly.

The house elves were very fast, Dumbledore waved his wand, and in an instant a whole roasted golden suckling pig appeared on the small table in front of him.

The whole pig was roasted, charred on the outside and tender on the inside. The color was as bright as amber, and it looked like gold when you looked closely. The air was filled with a strong fragrance.

Dumbledore looked at the fragrant roast suckling pig in front of him and seemed to think of something again. With a wave of the old wand, some fruit salad, apple pie, corn cakes, orange juice and other foods appeared on the small table again.

"You've been in a coma for almost two full days, you should eat some light food to fill your stomach first, or if you eat something bad, Bobby will definitely not let me in again next time."

49 hours and 53 minutes to be exact...

Carl smiled and picked up a tortilla and took a bite...