DNF Meets Harry Potter

"It's over, I'm dead..."

Watch the car that gave birth to a sense of self disappear deep in the Forbidden Forest. Ron collapsed on the ground in a daze, his eyes lost their brilliance, and the corners of his mouth were drooling. At this moment, he lost the meaning of continuing to live.

"Let's go, the dinner party is about to start, and I have to go to see the Niyali branch."

Carl said he was very sad about Ron's misfortune, but he really couldn't stop the crazy car. Unless~, the diary is not on him...

"You two are really amazing! Just wait to be fired!"

Witnessing what happened just now, Hermione blushed with anger. After saying a word, he walked towards the auditorium without looking back.

Harry lowered his head and blushed violently, not at all as energetic as he was driving at the beginning.

"Get up, or we will miss the sorting ceremony, and the situation will be even worse."

Carl sighed softly, and then prepared to comfort Ron. The young man's mentality has collapsed now.

"The sorting ceremony? I think some people may never see it~..." A burst of greasy laughter came from the oak gate.

With a vicious sarcasm smile on the corner of Snape's mouth, he walked over quickly with a shake of his pitch-black robe. He returned to his old lair after giving Dumbledore a tip-off, and he has just arrived...

I didn't see him for a summer vacation, and Carl was surprised to find that Snape, whose face was sallow last semester, had recovered. He couldn't help but secretly sighed in his heart that the power of love was so powerful that even the old bat couldn't bear its power.

"Ron Weasley~, I seem to remember that your father worked in the Misuse of Muggle Substances Department, right?" He looked down at Ron, who was limp on the ground, and smiled even more cheerfully, "Tsk tsk~, some time ago Taking advantage of his power to copy other people's houses like crazy, let's see what his son has done now?"

"Also, where's the crazy car in the letter?" Snape took out his wand, looked around, but found no trace of it, and a look of doubt appeared on his gloomy face, "Professor Dumbledore for Huo Gwartz's reputation, a trip to the Wizengamot. Tell me to get the car under control by the way, before you two idiots hurt yourselves."

"Crash~, hit~ Whooping Willow..." Harry lowered his head, not daring to look at Snape's gloomy face, and whispered falteringly.

"What did you say?! What hit it?! Say something different!"

Snape's grinning face changed suddenly, and he couldn't believe his ears.

"Well, Professor Snape. Harry should be talking about the Whomping Willow. I think you should check its injuries now. The problem seems to be a little..."

Carl suppressed a smile and said solemnly.

"asshole!"

Snape was furious instantly. The Whomping Willow was Professor Sprout's favorite, and she would definitely kill these two ignorant little wizards if she knew it.

"Go to my office and stay well! I will ask Professor Dumbledore to expel you two, only in this way can Professor Sprout's crazy behavior be stopped!"

Snape drew his wand, looking distraught that he must now check the Whomping Willow.

Harry and Ron's eyes were in a trance, as if guessing their own tragic end later. Entering Snape's office before the Sorting Ceremony had even begun, and later he was going to judge himself, which was not the heroic way they had expected to arrive.

They were cold and hungry now, their clothes had a few cuts, they packed their luggage blankly, followed Carl who had gone far with heavy steps, and walked towards the oak door.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall, who was supposed to be presiding over the sorting ceremony, also came out. Harry had only seen her angry on a few occasions, but he had never seen her lips so thin. This indicates that she may be much angrier this time than the previous few times.

Professor McGonagall just glanced at him in front of him, and that cold look made Harry shudder and goosebumps all over his body.

"Mr. Harris, thank you for saving Potter and Weasley from having their spines shortened by the Whomping Willow. I think you should hurry to the Great Hall now. If you missed Miss Nyalie's sorting ceremony, I think She will be very sad.

Now I'm off to deal with Potter and Weasley, two careless idiots who always get me into a lot of trouble! "

Professor McGonagall suppressed her anger and tried to be amiable, but her slightly trembling body betrayed her.

"Weasley, Potter! I think we should go to Professor Snape's office now and wait for him to come back instead of standing here waiting!"

However, her attitude towards Harry and the two of them was not so good, and she almost pointed her nose and scolded.

Carl shrugged helplessly as he looked at the two who dared not say a word behind Professor McGonagall.

What can I do, I will be the first to die...

Carl walked into the auditorium alone. At this time, Professor Flitwick was acting on behalf of Professor McGonagall, and the sorting ceremony was being held.

Countless candles flickered on the four long tables, and the golden plates and small wine glasses shone against the candlelight. Overhead, the enchanted ceiling reflected the night sky above the dome, dotted with twinkling stars...

Missing the singing, dancing, and rap of the Sorting Hat gave him some comfort, and finally he didn't have to be brainwashed by that magical singing.

Karl looked through a dense forest of pointed wizard hats, and the panicked first-year wizards lined up in a long line, both nervous and expectant.

Professor Flitwick's sorting is very interesting. He understands that his height does not allow him to put the sorting hat on the little wizards himself, so he relies on the superb levitation spell to perform it.

This made the Sorting Hat very upset, it hated the feeling of being manipulated by magic.

Following the chanting of his name, one young wizard after another sat on a chair and put on the sorting hat...

In order not to disturb the atmosphere, Karl slowed down slightly and quickly walked towards the Ravenclaw long table.

"Luna Lovegood." The next moment, Professor Flitwick called out a special name.

Luna jumped up excitedly like a rabbit when she heard her name. Carl finally sat down, and raised his head instantly when he heard the name. The so-called "crazy girl" has disheveled, dirty, waist-length blond hair, very light eyebrows, and two protruding eyes, as if maintaining a surprised expression all the time.

Keen-eyed Carl noticed the strange jewelry on her body, a pair of carrot-shaped earrings, and a necklace made of butterbeer corks.

It's weird enough...