DNF Meets Harry Potter

Carl picked up the book list and scanned it briefly. Except for a few professional books used in the compulsory courses, the names of the long list of books in Defense Against the Dark Arts caught his attention instantly.

The titles of seven Lockhart's books are written on it, and the price of each book is more expensive. For a miser like him, Lockhart's flirtatious operation of selling books publicly by using his professorship is simply too expensive. He is old.

It's deadly!

"Tsk, that's amazing. Lockhart, an old liar, came to Hogwarts as a professor just to sell books. But Dumbledore is even better..."

Although Carl knew that Lockhart was a good-looking guy, he could still use the Oblivion Curse with one hand, and his real combat power might not be as high as a husky, but he was also amazed by this extreme shamelessness.

He actually thought of using his status as a professor to let Hogwarts students increase the sales of books, and because it is a must-have textbook, it's not enough if students don't buy it. He is simply a business genius. It seems that Hogwarts picked up a ghost this year.

"It looks like we should go back, we've played here long enough..."

Carl folded the letter close to his body and put it away, asking for advice from Naiyali who was still carefully checking the admission notice.

"Wherever you are, I will be there..."

Hearing Carl's gentle words, Naiyali immediately raised her head and said softly.

"Then get ready, how about we use the teleportation potion?"

Karl flipped his wrist, and two bottles of golden medicine appeared in his hand. This thing is much more advanced than Floo fans, and it can rely on its own thoughts to accurately locate the target.

The distance between the United States and England is too far, and it is probably not realistic to rely on the two of them to teleport. And the two of them are black households in the United States, and formal channels obviously don't work.

Naturally, he can play the operation of the time-space glove White Wolf again, but Naiyali is still beside him...

"Then let's go!"

Naiyali nodded, the pajamas on her body changed into a white dress, and her silver hair was tied up.

Karl was wearing a short-sleeved white shirt and suit pants. The sun outside the window shone between the two of them, just like the moment when the happiness of the prince and princess in a fairy tale begins...

The two drank the teleportation potion arm in arm, and smiled at each other. In the next second, he disappeared from the room.

On the other side of the ocean, England, London, Wu's Orphanage, the figures of the two landed on the lawn outside the orphanage in an instant.

"Is this where Karl used to live?"

Naiyali held Carl's hand tightly, and she and he had already connected with each other when signing the contract.

"Yeah, I've been living here for the past eleven years, an unwanted child..."

Carl smiled nonchalantly.

"Don't say such things!"

Nayari put a finger lightly on Cal's lips.

"From now on, you are no longer alone. From now on, let us hold hands to share happiness, share worries, and walk through the years together..."

The girl hugged the boy again, whispering softly in his ear.

"No matter where I go, you are my eternal destination in this life. My heart beats for you, and I will always be with you..."

The boy also whispered his promise in the girl's ear.

...

In Diagon Alley, Carl and Niyari walked side by side on the road, watching the bustling crowd and all kinds of interesting magic props.

"Now, we're going to buy a wand. Although we don't need this thing, we always have to be social."

Carl looked at the must-have list for freshmen in his hand, smacked his lips and said.

He wanted to end this trip to Diagon Alley quickly, or his wallet would be overwhelmed. Along the way, whenever she saw some weird and interesting magic props, Naiyali couldn't help but want to buy them.

The money is naturally paid by Karl...

Even if Naiyali used to be the incarnation of the Outer God, her strength is extremely terrifying. But she's also a girl now...

Shopping is something that girls simply can't refuse, and it even brings more joy to girls than milk tea.

After walking less than two streets, there are already a lot of things in the dimensional space that Karl opened up with him.

These include ancient amulets that bring good luck, several fluffy pompoms, a legendary fake ring from the ruins of Merlin, and more...

Seeing that the situation was a little out of control, Carl hurriedly took Niyali to the Ollie's wand shop that he had visited before.

Carl, who revisited his old place, was full of emotions in his heart. A year ago, he was still a poor guy who had to budget carefully for everything. After cheating Snape and Voldemort a few times in the first year of Hogwarts, he finally had some capital to settle down.

He gently turned the old doorknob that was about to fall off, led Naiyari gently opened the door and walked in.

The lights in the store were still dim and dim. Thousands of old-looking wand boxes were piled up on one wall. The store was empty, as if no one was there.

"Good morning, Mr. Harris. I still remember the scene where you picked that wand a year ago as if it happened yesterday.

Walnut, ten and a quarter inches long, the nerve of a dragon, very tough. That almost 100% fit scene still lingers in my mind, which is amazing. "

There was a sound of a ladder sliding over, and Ollivander turned his head and smiled kindly at Carl, with a mysterious light shining in his blue eyes.

"Good morning, Mr. Ollivander. My sister also received an offer from Hogwarts this year. Perhaps she needs a suitable wand?"

Carl smiled back, equally politely.

"Son, I'm Ollivander, can you tell me my name? And which hand do you prefer to use with your wand?"

Ollivander picked up the tape measure with ease and said.

"Niari Harris, like my brother, I prefer to use my right hand." Naiyari said.

The tape measure was finished quickly, the old man pondered for a moment, then turned around and took a box.

"Here, try this. Willow, nine and a quarter inches long, with a unicorn feather core..."

Unlike Carl who directly changed the wand into his own shape, Niali was carefully choosing her own wand.

She doesn't want the most expensive, but the one that suits her best.

Soon one after another was sent by Ollivander, and the old man became more and more excited.

Carl rolled his eyes and yawned aside, ready to wait quietly.

Boys sometimes shop around when buying things, but girls have to shop around thirty...

"Yew, ten inches long, phoenix tail feathers..."

"It's amazing!"