DNF Meets Harry Potter

Carl and Snape stared at each other for a long time without making a sound.

"I'm going out to buy some things, Floo powder for me..."

In the end, it was Carl who was defeated.

"You came to me and talked a lot of nonsense just to collect debts and borrow floo fans?!"

Snape was so angry that he laughed, but Carl felt terrified when he saw his smile, especially in the gloomy cellar, this feeling was magnified infinitely.

"Don't talk so much nonsense, I have to come back early for dinner after shopping!"

Carl said angrily, just now Snape's hand knocking him into the air really almost knocked him down.

"You are dismissed!"

Suppressing his anger, Snape impatiently threw a box from the desk.

"see you later!"

Carl opened the box and walked to the fireplace, disappearing in a burst of green.

When it reappeared, it was already in Borgin Bock's Black Magic Shop.

"I need everything on the list, you should have all of them here, I hope you won't let me make this trip in vain..."

Carl under the purple robe said in a hoarse voice.

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Meanwhile, in the library.

Niari and Hermione sat opposite each other. Both are immersed in the world of knowledge brought by the magic book.

"Niali, would you like to watch Quidditch training with me?"

The magic book on Transfiguration in Hermione's hand has come to an end at this moment, she closed the book and said to Niari with a smile as if remembering something.

"The wizards in this world are too inferior. In the middle ages, they were chased and killed by a group of mortals like bereaved dogs.

Can armor weaken magic power? I see……"

Naiyali's slender and fair fingers gently twirled the somewhat yellowed paper, a little absent-minded. During this period of time, she has been trying to understand the most real side of the world through books, but the result disappointed her.

In the inherited memory Nyarlathotep left her, wizards are extremely powerful and aggressive mad scientists no matter which world they are in. In order to strengthen themselves, they can do whatever they can, and even make crazy transformations on themselves...

"Niari?!"

Seeing the girl in the purple long skirt opposite her remained silent for a long time, because she was in the library, Hermione suppressed her volume and tapped lightly on the table.

"Huh? What did you say?!"

Niyali suddenly came back to her senses, gently closed the magic book and asked.

Hermione had no choice but to repeat what she said earlier.

"Quidditch? What sport is it?"

Naiyali asked a little puzzled, she still knew too little about the magic world.

"You'll know when you see it!"

Hermione smiled and said that after a few days of understanding, she found that Carl's sister is pretty good in other aspects except for her bad mouth.

Naiyali thought for a while, as if she didn't have any other urgent matters for a while. It's not too late, thinking that it would be good to see the activities of wizards in this world, so I nodded and agreed.

The two walked all the way to the Quidditch training ground, and happened to meet Ron who was going there halfway. The three discussed it and decided to go together.

The three of them discussed gossip and anecdotes about the academy and came to the Quidditch practice ground, talking and laughing.

This feeling made Naiyali feel quite novel, and a smile gradually appeared on the corner of her mouth. In the past, she wandered in endless dimensions, fulfilling the meaning of the existence of the master Nyarlathotep. She seems to have her own independent consciousness, and can even make a world into a playground at will, but she understands that she is just a puppet under His control. Those ideas seem to be thought up by herself, but they are actually false.

Everything is under the control of the master immersed in tragedy and comedy...

Until Karl's call, another great existence intervened. At that moment, she truly broke away from His control, and possessed her own true spirit...

As for the power she lost, it will return to her one day as time goes by.

Infinite life represents infinite possibilities...

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When they reached the Quidditch pitch, Hermione and Ron realized that two groups of people were confronting each other on the field.

In addition to the Gryffindor school team represented by Harry, there are also little snakes in green robes representing the Slytherin team.

"What's going on, why are the Slytherin students here? Didn't Harry say yesterday that it's Gryffindor's turn to rent out today?" Ron stared at the two teams in the auditorium with some doubts Said.

"Look! It's Malfoy!"

Hermione saw one of the most hated people in the Slytherin team sharply.

Hearing this nasty name, Ron jumped out of the auditorium and ran towards the center of the field with great jealousy. Hermione was afraid that something would happen to him and hurried to catch up.

Naiyali shook her head lightly. Since she is Karl's friend, she should help them. She can't let her own suffer...

She walked forward slowly, seemingly walking very slowly, but actually caught up with the two of them within two or three steps.

"Flint!" Wood yelled angrily at Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin team. "According to the time allocated by the four colleges, today is our exclusive training time! For this reason, we even Also got up early in the morning!

so now! Please, get out! "

"Oh~, I'm really sorry, dear Wood..." Flint said with a smile with buck teeth, but the smile was disgusting no matter how you look at it, "Today's situation is a bit special, I have Professor Snape Tete The batch of notes, in order to train new Seekers..."

In order to get angry with Wood, Flint deliberately waved a note in his hand with a sinister smile.

Wood reached out to take the note with an ugly expression on his face, because the note was true.

"You have added a new Seeker, who is he?" Wood forced to suppress the anger in his heart and said, Slytherin added a new Seeker C position, as the captain, he couldn't ignore it.

The Slytherin players laughed and spread out to both sides, and Malfoy, with his two followers who were no different from fat pigs, jumped out from behind the six tall players, with a trademark smug look on his somewhat pale face smile.

"Malfoy?!"

Harry was a little surprised to meet this unpleasant acquaintance at the Quidditch pitch.

"That's right, you can't think of it, it's right if you can't think of it! It's me, haha~!"

Malfoy stared closely at Harry's eyes, licked his dry lips with the tip of his tongue, his eyes were full of heat.

smelly~

Finally, he can no longer just sit in the VIP seats of his own team and watch that damn Pote galloping on the green field with jealousy.

From now on, he, Draco Malfoy, would be able to engage in fierce life-and-death fights with Potter on the grass.

Everything that goes wrong can be vented by playing Porter on the court!