DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Dirty~, dirty~, dirty~..."

With a crisp buzzing sound, the ancient steam red leather train slowly stopped on the platform with thick white smoke.

Unlike other little wizards who carried luggage and pets out of the car with big bags and small bags, Carl didn't even have a wand in his hand. It was so convenient to control the power of the dimension, and he could open up space to carry items with him.

In each carriage, the little wizards had long been impatiently crowded at the door, and they began to get off the train as soon as the carriage door opened.

Carl gently pushed away the crowded crowd, and moved slowly among a group of young wizards who were strongmen and locked men.

"It's time to think of a way to summon Nayari, where should I go to take risks?"

He dragged his chin, thinking about his plans for the adventure, all because damn Voldemort wouldn't let the unicorn, or maybe Niya was with him now.

"Carl, let's go, why do you look restless?"

Alex held the big box in both hands, and reminded Carl who was standing in front of him with a face of difficulty.

"okay……"

Carl came to his senses and jumped out of the car to get out of the way.

"Carl, where's your luggage? Why didn't you bring anything?"

Philip, who managed to squeeze out of the crowd with his luggage, looked at Carl, who had nothing in his hand, and couldn't help feeling a little puzzled.

"Read more, and you can be as good as me!"

Carl turned his head when he heard this, put his hand on Philip's shoulder with a smile, his eyes were blurred, and he said earnestly.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm afraid..."

Philip was startled by Carl's expression, and quickly backed away.

"Forget it, I won't tease you. A subtle traceless extension spell can do it."

Carl raised the small bag in his hand, looked at the liver-colored face of his best friend, and said with a proud face.

"Do you want it? A bag is about half the size of a room, and I added an excellent mind control magic to it, so that it can be retracted freely with the mind."

He looked at Philip's little face that was about to bleed out, and took out another one.

"Do you two want it too? It's very cheap, only eight Galleons each..."

The four of them romped all the way through platform nine and three-quarters together.

King's Station in England, compared to the wizarding world separated by a wall, is full of modern atmosphere. In the 1990s and the end of the 20th century, technology all over the world is developing rapidly.

The smooth and flat floor, the spacious and bright waiting room, the dazzling incandescent lights above the head, and the white-collar workers in suits looking at the documents can be seen everywhere, giving Carl a sense of long-lost familiarity.

The torches, candles and ancient castles of Hogwarts always gave him a feeling that he had traveled through the Middle Ages.

"See you next term, Carl!"

The three of Alex smiled and said goodbye to Carl, and then left in different directions, where they made an appointment with their parents.

After saying goodbye to the three of them, Karl looked at the endless stream of people at the station. They were always in pairs, with longing for another day of life on their faces, and headed for the distance.

Karl searched for a long time among the bustling crowd, and even activated his transcendental perception, but he didn't see the familiar person.

Jane Moyle's maggot must not have forgotten herself!

Under the supernatural perception, everything in the station was invisible in his mind. He saw Hermione and his parents embracing excitedly because they hadn't seen each other for half a year; he also saw the pudgy Mrs. Weasley angrily reprimanding Ron why he only got a D in Potions (Oops) ).

Of course, there was also Harry. The Dursleys pulled Harry's clothes impatiently and quickly left the station. They got goosebumps at the thought of so many wizards appearing here today.

Karl looked at the many little wizards who had found their parents, then at himself alone, smiled helplessly, and prepared to go back to the orphanage by himself.

Walking out of King's Station, looking at the ancient city of fog in the morning light, Karl set off on his way home.

...

Walking into the orphanage where I have lived for eleven years, the familiar green grass comes into view, and green vines and creepers cling to the somewhat dilapidated house.

He didn't bother the busy Dean Moyle, because he understood that he even forgot what he had promised to come to pick him up. She might be really busy recently, so he better not bother her.

If Carl guessed right, by now, she would be sponsored by some foundation or in a middle-class family with potential adoptions trying to find a good home for the children.

Carl didn't alarm anyone, turned the doorknob lightly and returned to his small room.

The whole room is very small, barely able to fit a small bed, a stool, and a small wardrobe. There is not even a table, but the light is sufficient and the environment is clean.

Because he had never liked to talk to or socialize with the other children before, it took Jane Moyle a lot of trouble to arrange such a room, and she took great care of all the children.

Looking at the spotless, clean and tidy room that he hasn't come back for a year, Carl's heart warms. After a year, it's still exactly the same as before he left.

Karl opened the closet, waved his hand lightly, and there were a few more clothes immediately on the originally empty hangers. Although there was a robe of the artifact, he could even not change clothes for a year, but. Some things are destined to be hidden in the heart and cannot be exposed, so all his actions must be logical.

In the evening, Carl appeared on the long table in the orphanage on time in casual clothes.

"Jane~, you seem to have forgotten something very important today~..."

Carl sat on the stool, smiling up at Jane Moyle with a small face, and there was no complaint about her forgetting to pick him up in his tone.

After all, she is one of the few family affections Karl feels in this world.

He is not like those protagonists of Long Aotian, his parents are both dead and he has a younger sister and a house.

It's true that he has almost nothing but himself and the money-hungry system, and even his wife, Naiyali, who is already considered an appointment, has to rely on himself to fight for it.

"Carl! Welcome home!"

Jane Moyle's haggard-looking face was full of surprise and excitement.

"Sorry, I've been too busy recently and forgot to pick you up today, can you forgive me?"

"Okay! But you have to promise me one thing!"

"As long as I can do it, I will satisfy you!"

"Hey, that's what you said, you can definitely do it! I think~, I want to travel around the world by myself this summer vacation!"