DNF Meets Harry Potter

"I've thought about it carefully, and I think Animagus might not be that difficult for me!"

Carl raised his face and said confidently.

He has already learned about this profound magic from the library, and life is always the most precise instrument.

The difficulty of jumping or falling from one kind of life to another completely different form of life lies in the conversion of the consciousness of the two life forms during the first transformation.

If you can't regain your sanity, you will forget who you are and exist in the world in another deformed state, and this state is as irreversible as the instant death nature of Avada Kedavra, which is more painful than dying directly ,...

That's why the Animagus is known as one of the most dangerous forms of magic...

But the disadvantage of this magic is completely a piece of cake for him. The dimensional walkers who walk the dimension and obtain magic power and knowledge from the void have basically endured a lot of spiritual pollution, and that will is almost indestructible to 90% of the wizards in this world.

It is estimated that only Dumbledore, Voldemort who split his soul into seven pieces, Grindelwald, and Nicolas May can beat him in this area.

It is easy to suppress the bestiality brought by the Animagus. After all, a dimensional walker with a weak spirit will either go crazy or be completely swallowed by an indescribable horror...

...

With Professor McGonagall's promise, Carl walked out of the classroom in a good mood. I looked at the mechanical watch on my wrist, yes, it's not past meal time...

When he arrived, the auditorium was already crowded with people. Fortunately, Alex had a little conscience and reserved a seat for him. Carl looked left and right, but he didn't find Nayali's figure, and he didn't know where she went...

"Carl, what are you looking for Professor McGonagall? Why are you here so late?" Philip was fighting fiercely with a piece of pizza, and when he saw Carl came back, he turned his head and asked aloud.

"I just asked Professor McGonagall for some questions..." Carl smiled and said casually. It is not a good thing to reveal too much about some things.

Animagus is a secret, and the less people know about this kind of thing, the safer it is.

It can be seen from the predator organization established by Rita Skeeter and Sirius, they didn't even have the idea of ​​reporting to the Ministry of Magic...

Just kidding, everyone knows about it, so how can he show off? He was going to sneak into the girls' bathroom this school year.

Don't get it wrong, he's going to kill the basilisk. Things like basilisks are extremely dangerous magical creatures that are rarer than giant dragons, and this one is not ordinary. It was left by that old ghost, Salazar Slytherin, who lived for a thousand years!

If it was slaughtered, there would definitely be a lot of Galleons in the account...

Thinking of this, Karl's saliva almost flowed out. A thousand-year-old basilisk can be sold for at least tens of thousands of Galleons. This is a windfall!

"Your Transfiguration is so powerful, you still have a question, is it about the Great White Shark?"

Philip took a sip of milk and looked at Carl with some resentment. He thought that Carl must have discussed with Professor McGonagall how to make the great white shark more terrifying...

"You're so smart, how about I get one to sleep with you tonight?"

Carl laughed mischievously.

"You'll lose me forever!"

They happily ended their lunch time with a burst of laughter.

...

Ravenclaw has Charms class in the afternoon. Carl thinks that the most boring of Hogwarts' main courses is the class of their headmaster. There are not many offensive magic in this world, and Hogwarts still refuses to teach them. Well, even basic offensive magic like the Disarming Curse had to wait until the third grade.

Little wizards in the lower grades can only learn some life spells from the spells class. For example, Professor Flitwick of Ravenclaw taught a whole lesson on clear water like a spring this afternoon.

Carl was bored watching a group of little wizards waving their wands constantly, and some water splashed out and hit their faces from time to time.

He just waved his hand, and a stream of water formed a beautiful ribbon in the air. This earned him another ten...

And just when Carl asked Professor Flitwick to leave get out of class early because he was bored and walked out of the Charms classroom, thinking that he had spent another ordinary day. I saw Gilderoy Lockhart fleeing in a panic from the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom next to him.

By the way, I also locked the room, um~, yes, it is locked, Professor Lockhart is so invincible...

Carl could only hear the shrill screams coming from the classroom, the sound really made those who heard it sad and those who listened to tears...

"Carl?! Go find Professor Dumbledore, something unexpected happened here!"

When Lockhart saw Carl who had just come out of the Charms classroom, he said in a panic. His meticulously combed blond hair looked even more messy. It seemed that he was trying to pretend to be a force and then he took it off.

Carl's expression became extremely weird. Although he already knew the accident that would happen in Lockhart's first class, he still felt a little unbelievable to witness Lockhart's tragedy.

This guy graduated with seven O's in the N.E.W.T.S exam, but now some Cornish elves can make this guy helpless, it really shouldn't be, knowledge and spellcasting skills are not so easy to forget ...

But the fact is right in front of Karl. Sure enough, the reality is far stranger than the story...

"Professor Lockhart, are you in trouble? I don't think I need to find Dumbledore. I have a solution. Come here..."

A mysterious smile formed on the corner of Carl's mouth, and he said to the panicked Lockhart.

Although Lockhart is not strong enough, his brain is very shrewd. He understands that his reputation will definitely be affected after this accident is played off. It's light, if the truth is exposed, maybe Azkaban will reserve a room for him.

Thinking of this, he began to regret it. I don't know if I was obsessed or something, but I actually agreed to Dumbledore for the sake of selling my books.

Just when Lockhart was regretting, an ethereal voice from his heart sounded in his heart.

"Professor Lockhart, wise people don't speak dark words. Those books of yours should not be your own personal experience. So, krypton gold?..."

Carl gave him a playful wink, knowing that Lockhart was far richer than Snape.

And I have all the handles on him, so I'm not afraid that he won't give in...