DNF Meets Harry Potter

After Carl got the notebook, he immediately began to recall what he had done in the first grade.

Emmm, I cheated Snape, blackmailed Voldemort, almost overturned the car, the crystal Harry Potter was stolen, and then sent Quirrell away with the projections of Lily and Alice...

"I'm a fucking talent!"

Karl shook his head slightly, deep in his heart, why did he like to make trouble so much?

So after so many things have been sorted out, Karl doesn't feel that everything will go on as scheduled. Such a big basilisk killed enough to feed him for several days, but he didn't even kill Filch's cat after attacking it a few times in school...

As the final boss of this school year, he symbolically petrified a few students in the academy, and the only one who suffered was Hagrid's chicken.

What a failure!

But this time he didn't dare to bet that he and Lily were no match for him when Voldemort opened Wushuang last year. This time, if Voldemort popped up a few more backhands, he would be completely stunned.

Therefore, it is more perfect to control everything in your own hands.

As long as the diary was in his hands, he could not decide what Voldemort wanted to do. If you dare to die, justice will come down from the sky and be set on fire.

Carl's left hand is blue Fiendfire, and his right hand is False Flame, with a kind expression on his face: In my hands, justice is never half a second late...

Now that there is such a great opportunity that can't be met, Karl of course wants to solve the problem of the diary once and for all. What kind of specific power should the fusion of Fiendfire and False Flame have?

He was very curious about this and wanted to do an experiment with classmate Tom.

The harder you struggle, the stronger I am♂...

Doesn't the profession of dimension walker take analyzing the entire world as its supreme goal?

Carl stared at the diary for a while, thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind, and then Tom was clearly arranged by him in an instant.

Drain all his remaining value, and...

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And Lucius saw that Carl was flipping through the diary curiously, and his heart shivered slightly.

That diary was given to him by the Dark Lord himself and asked him to keep it. Could it be simple what flowed from the Dark Lord himself and kept in secret? Maybe it is a big killer that can cause blood to flow into rivers.

So after he got this thing, he hid it in the secret warehouse of the Malfoy family like avoiding snakes and scorpions, and never dared to touch it again, for fear that he would accidentally trigger this black magic item and cause the entire The manor has become a living hell.

Until this year, I heard that people from the Ministry of Magic wanted to thoroughly investigate the proliferation of black magic items. He took this thing out with great reluctance, planning to find a place to dispose of it secretly, so as not to be found out by the Ministry of Magic. After all, if those idiots from the Ministry of Magic accidentally use this diary and cause some big troubles such as pollution leakage, he will have to memorize this big black pot.

And what Carl said before, plus Draco's description of the Forbidden Forest War in front of him before...the amount of information contained in this is a bit large.

Could it be that he was the former enemy of the Dark Lord?

For a while, Lucius frantically guessed various reasons deep in his heart.

"Mr. Malfoy, are you willing to make this deal with me?"

Seeing Lucius' restless look, Carl could not help but tap the counter lightly with his hand to remind him.

"May I have some time to think?"

Lucius pondered for a while, then spoke slowly.

"Of course it is possible, but please don't make me wait too long..."

Carl found a chair and sat down, quietly waiting for Lucius' reply.

Anyway, Lucius was going to throw away the diary. If he didn't want to now, at most he could spend some effort to get it from Ginny Weasley.

Trading with him now is purely because he is afraid of trouble.

Lucius stood in front of the counter and thought for a while, and finally decided to sell the diary. Because of the search by the Ministry of Magic, it is obvious that this thing can no longer be kept in his hands.

Since it has to be discarded anyway, it is better to use it to create some residual value. After all, in the eyes of nobles like them, sometimes even family affection can be measured by interests...

"This diary is yours!"

With a wave of his hand, Lucius put away the single bottle of Remy's Aid on the table, agreeing to the deal.

"So, a happy transaction..."

Carl chuckled and put away the diary, then turned and walked out. Now that his purpose of coming to this black magic shop to sell things has been achieved, and he even got a diary as a surprise, then there is nothing to miss here.

He still prefers the sweet candies and nice ice cream in Diagon Alley.

At the same time, he didn't forget to ask the system to check the specific attributes of the diary.

"Five thousand gold coins have been deducted successfully..."

As his gold coins left him again, the complete attributes of the diary Horcrux also appeared in his mind at this moment.

Item name: Tom Marvolo Riddle's Diary (Horcrux);

Rarity: inheritance;

Special item introduction: This was originally a diary used by Voldemort to record some daily knowledge when he was a student.

But after he got the news from Professor Sgrahorn, he accidentally obtained advanced Horcrux knowledge from the restricted area.

He found Slytherin's long-sealed secret room and successfully released the basilisk. He harvested the life of an innocent student and held a special killing ceremony. The first Horcrux in his life.

Special Attributes: Bewitch, Manipulate

Ps. Do you want to have rich knowledge and powerful power? Come on, just ask me - Voldemort in his youth.

"Tom, we meet again. Hope we can have a good time this time..."

There was a sneer on the corner of Carl's mouth, as if he saw the scene where the diary was reduced to ashes after he completely squeezed out the remaining value...

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And just after Carl left, Bojinbok also settled for Lucius, and Gallon politely sent them away.

At this time, Harry, who was hiding in the disappearing cabinet tremblingly and praying not to be discovered by several people, finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then he opened the cabinet door and walked out lightly. In the process, he was discovered by Bojinbok, but luckily he didn't do anything to him.

Just when the poor little savior thought he'd finally escaped, trouble struck again.

At the three-way intersection where garbage can be seen everywhere, the sun does not shine in at all. He looked a little panicked at the wizards who were walking towards him.

They were all dressed in black robes, tightly wrapped around their bodies, and the maliciousness on their faces was not concealed at all.

"Oh~ dear~. You look like you've lost your way. Would you like Grandma Qiao to take you out?"

An old witch with yellow teeth and an ugly face suddenly grabbed his shoulders...