DNF Meets Harry Potter

I found a treasure, this time I really found a treasure!

Dumbledore only has this emotion in his heart at the moment. There are really many talents in Hogwarts this year. Not only is there a savior, but also a living legend who grows up to be called a living legend.

As the headmaster of Hogwarts, the world's number one white wizard, Dumbledore knows the secrets of the wizarding world better than anyone else.

Indeed, Carl was right. The original Muggles merged with the blood of magical creatures, and this is how the wizarding world is today. In that more distant period, the elves born naturally were the real masters of the earth, but except for some buried soil, there was no trace of them left long, long ago.

Unexpectedly, they had blood passed down and successfully awakened.

Dumbledore suppressed the joy in his heart. The prophecy was so vague that he couldn't guess who would survive, Harry or Voldemort. And he understood that even if Harry won in the end, the entire wizarding world might suffer unprecedented trauma. He is already more than a hundred years old, and he can't live for a few years with all his efforts.

And if Carl and Harry can be brought up together, Voldemort will undoubtedly fail miserably in the end.

"Professor, what's the matter with you?"

Carl looked at Dumbledore who was in a daze, leaned forward slightly and couldn't help asking.

"I'm very happy to be able to witness the rise of a new star in the wizarding world. And you are completely different from him. You have too many things that he will never have, no matter in the past, present or future..."

Dumbledore's blue eyes looked softer at Carl. As the headmaster of a school, there is nothing more satisfying than witnessing his own students become legends, and at this extremely malleable age.

Carl smiled slightly, and heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. This time, exposing something a little bit to Dumbledore looked pretty good. At least this old glass probably won't stare at him because he provoked Voldemort in the future.

Acting is also very tiring!

"Professor Dumbledore, is there anything else you want to ask me?"

Karl lifted his transformation state, and the bright sunlight shone on his slightly pale face.

"Boom boom boom~!"

At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door, Dumbledore turned around, Madam Pomfrey was looking at him unkindly.

"Professor Dumbledore, I think you should let Mr. Harris take a good rest. Can't you ask him after he is discharged from the hospital?"

Madam Pomfrey glanced at Dumbledore with some displeasure. She never liked to be disturbed by other people, even if it was the headmaster.

"Wait! Why is there something wrong with the air?

"It seems to be... the smell of roast suckling pig!"

Before Dumbledore opened his mouth to defend, Madam Pomfrey's expression changed, she sniffed the source of the smell, and then stared straight at Dumbledore and Carl.

"Albus! When I let you in just now, didn't I tell you not to prepare those heavy-tasting foods for him?!"

Madam Pomfrey realized that Dumbledore had ignored what she had just said, and left in an instant.

"Calm down, Poppy..."

Dumbledore stroked his forehead with a look of helplessness on his face.

"Mr. Harris, and you! I seem to have warned you the same thing?!"

Madam Pomfrey also looked at Karl with an unfriendly expression.

"Madame Pomfrey, listen to my sophistry. Oh no! Listen to my explanation."

Karl was so frightened that he couldn't speak clearly. He didn't want to taste the potion made by Madam Pomfrey, and then she would take away his blood, that would be too unfair.

"I think, principal, you should deal with school affairs now. You haven't finished writing the detailed report sent by the Ministry of Magic about Professor Quirrell's theft of the Philosopher's Stone..."

Madam Pomfrey didn't speak too much harshly, she directly opened her mouth to chase people away quietly.

"Okay, Poppy..."

Seeing that Madam Pomfrey's words have reached this point, Dumbledore understood that even if he talked about hype today, she would not agree with him to stay here any longer.

Dumbledore stood up, told Carl a few words gently and kindly, let him have a good rest, and then followed Madam Pomfrey's words and warned him to eat less spicy food during this time.

"Mr. Harris, I think you should take your medicine now."

Madam Pomfrey brought another crystal cup out of nowhere, and this time it was filled with blue-purple potion. Although it was not the same color as last time, it looked just as ugly and tasted just as bad.

Carl stared blankly at the potion in the cup, and asked with some doubts: "Madame Pomfrey, didn't you just say that I don't need to mix the potion with you?"

"The cup just now was just for recuperating the spirit, but I made this cup specially for you. It can be in harmony with your Remy's assistance and have a better recovery effect."

Madam Pomfrey explained in a bad tone, apparently Carl disobeyed her order and ate those spicy foods without permission, which made her a little upset.

"Then~, can I put it here and drink it later?"

Carl's voice trembled faintly. The wizards' medicine was really terrible.

"What do you say~?"

Madam Pomfrey handed the cup straight to him, and said with a half-smile.

Karl looked down at the cloudy potion in the cup, then raised his head to look at Madam Pomfrey's face.

You can escape the first year of junior high school, but you can't escape the third year of high school.

He took a deep breath and took the crystal cup, closed his eyes, and drank it clean like a soldier about to go to battle.

The strange taste swirled in his mouth, and Carl's little face almost twisted.

"If you spit it out, you have to drink another cup..."

Madam Pomfrey spoke like a ghost, causing him to instantly cover his mouth with both hands.

After swallowing it for a long time, Karl finally recovered from the wonderful smell, his face was full of despair, the cup of potion almost sent him away just now.

Although his potion knowledge is equally rich, he doesn't want to analyze the ingredients of this cup of potion at the moment, otherwise he will probably be disgusted by himself.

At the same time, Harry and the others also knew the news that Carl had woken up from Dumbledore who had just left, so they immediately started running towards the school hospital without stopping, and the first thing they saw was his face full of hopelessness. Love, the appearance of being unworthy in the world.

"Are you Carl's good friends? Take a quick look and see if he looks much better now than when he was in a coma after taking the medicine?"

Madam Pomfrey smiled at the stunned trio, her face full of a sense of accomplishment.