DNF Meets Harry Potter

After eating some corn tortillas, Carl directly picked up the knife and fork and started to eat the main meal. The roasted golden suckling pig was crispy and delicious.

Fortunately, the meals at Hogwarts are arranged by the house elves, and most of them have learned the food magic of Hufflepuff, and their craftsmanship is extremely good.

Dumbledore sat quietly by the side, watching Carl eat with great interest, a mysterious smile flitted across the corner of his mouth, and there was a slight light in his semicircular glasses. He was using Dementia. And when a person feels happy, it is often the time when his defense is the lowest, and this time he used some real skills...

When he first stepped into that battlefield, he was severely shocked. The broken room all showed that at least two powerful wizards were fighting. And there is no doubt that it is impossible for Harry to have such a powerful magical attainment, so only Carl and Voldemort are left.

And he read the memories of Hermione and Ron through instigating, and witnessed with his own eyes how Carl broke through the numerous obstacles arranged by the professors. The scene of the space-time magnetic field destroying all the chess pieces is still fresh in his memory.

Carl felt Dumbledore's silent movement and lowered his eyes slightly. During the operation of the brain defense technique, at the same time, he gathered his remaining mental power to create an illusion.

Perhaps it was because he was hungry for two days, his hands were full of oil, and he looked very imageless, basically not in line with his usual calm and elegant personality. Soon, most of the food on the table was wiped out by him.

He put down the knife and fork in his hand, wiped the oil from the corners of his mouth with a paper towel, burped, took a sip of orange juice, and then lay down on the pillow in satisfaction. It was the pinnacle of life.

Dumbledore immediately started cleaning with understanding, and the leftover food on the table disappeared without a trace with a wave of his wand. The small table also floated up from the bed and became the original long table again.

"Professor, what's the matter?"

Carl knew that Dumbledore had come to meet him for tea, so he must have come to have a showdown with him. He had exposed too much strength to Hermione and Ron, and Old Deng didn't doubt it at all, and he didn't even believe it himself.

But he can't help it, it's all because the damn Voldemort didn't play the cards according to the routine, and played tricks for him directly, and there was a wave of stealing operations. He was also very helpless, because if something happened to Harry due to his misoperation, Snape and Lily would not look for him desperately.

It's not easy to control black and white. This time he plotted against Voldemort and almost overturned himself.

"Mr. Harris, you should have defeated Voldemort, right?"

Seeing that Karl brought it up, Dumbledore was not polite, and directly made the point clear. After all, the two of them had their own conclusions in their hearts at the moment.

"Of course it's me. How could it be possible to make a splash with Voldemort after all the Harrys were captured. His magical attainments can't even beat Quirrell, let alone Voldemort."

Carl leaned on the pillow and admitted it directly. He knew that Old Deng must know that Quirrell was not caught and killed by Harry, so he was naturally the only one at the scene.

"As expected..."

Dumbledore muttered to himself, as if confirming his inner thoughts.

"In addition, the professor's operation is really wonderful. You even put a fake Philosopher's Stone in the Mirror of Erised, and it's quite realistic. If you don't try it out, I really can't tell the real one just by the naked eye and magic perception." Presumably, even if Voldemort really succeeded, he would be pissed off..."

Before Dumbledore could speak again, Carl said rather resentfully, when Harry took out the Sorcerer's Stone, he felt the powerful magic power emanating from it, and he almost really thought that he was about to reach the pinnacle of his life.

"Professor, this time I fought hard with Voldemort, rescued Harry, and protected Hogwarts. In the end, I almost exhausted my mental strength and turned into a vegetable."

"Do you think you should lend me the Philosopher's Stone for two days as a reward?"

Carl fired a barrage of shots, successfully creating himself as a dedicated Hogwarts, but in the end he didn't get any benefit from the biggest victim.

Dumbledore was at a loss for words for a while, he didn't expect Carl to admit it on the spot, and even gave him a wave of teasing operations.

Facing Carl's innocent face, Dumbledore said dumbfoundedly: "I told you that the Sorcerer's Stone is safe when I was in the principal's office, but you just don't believe it, and imagine that bad guys will come to steal it all day long." , the other fake Philosopher’s Stone I’ve already brought back from Harry, so you didn’t really practice it back then, did you?”

"Actually, when you said this, I believed it. However, Harry and the others have too much imagination, which is why such an accident happened." Carl gritted his teeth, his face full of resentment. He added, "But Professor, your Philosopher's Stone is so realistic. When Harry took it out and it was not in my hands, the powerful magic power made me think I was going to get rich. And I Originally, I was able to hold on, because I almost didn't come up..."

It's not that women's clothing has too much stamina...

He silently added a sentence in his heart.

"At the beginning, my good friend Nicole May knew that Voldemort might be playing with the Sorcerer's Stone. But his magical attainments have long since declined, and he couldn't protect the Sorcerer's Stone at all. He was afraid that Voldemort would snatch it from him directly. It was entrusted to me for safekeeping.”

Carl had already talked about this, and Dumbledore only seemed to explain the reason why the Philosopher's Stone really got into his hands, in case the little money-grubber would miss it.

While explaining the reason, Dumbledore also told the ending that the Sorcerer's Stone had been completely destroyed by him, hoping to dispel Karl's dream of getting rich overnight.

Carl sighed, he knew the final outcome of the Sorcerer's Stone, but he didn't want Dumbledore to move so fast, thinking why he didn't wake up earlier, so there was still a little hope.

Although the Philosopher's Stone is something that can kill people without paying for their lives in the hands of ordinary wizards, it can play infinite value in his hands.

The existence of the Eye of Darkness gave him the capital of eternal life. When he chose his initial career, he had already considered this issue. Although the sharpshooter in the game cannot become a phantom god, it can be regarded as a first-line profession, while the law of men and women is a sewer all the year round. But in the real Arad continent, the status of sharpshooters would be far worse. Karl estimated that Sand Shadow Belit and his apprentice Kelly could not beat Alice together.

The difference in power level is not too huge. I really think that Alice's life of more than a thousand years is in vain...