DNF Meets Harry Potter

A beautiful day begins with the end of Snape's private class.

While sitting against Snape, Karlé sat on the ground breathlessly, and the old bat's casting skills were really fierce.

"Mr. Harris's recent casting skills have improved somewhat, but in my opinion it is still too clumsy ..."

Snape maintained his somber tone, and looked down at Karl sitting on the ground.

"Professor Snape, believe me. If you are eleven, you will be pressed against the ground by me."

Karl sneered disdainfully, all of them in their forties, who also made up the whole set.

Snape stared coldly at Karl but there was no way to refute it. In his eyes, the little devil was very weak, but his strength was still quite strong. At least it was more than enough to hang down those students in the fifth or sixth grade.

"Today's teaching is here, next time this Saturday afternoon ..."

Snape was ready to leave and return to his cold cellar under such a sentence. He hadn't had time to correct the potions class papers that the students had handed in today.

"Would you like to give Gryffindor a fail?" A sinister smile was drawn around his mouth.

"Professor Snape, wait! I have a question for you."

Carl stopped Snape who had just opened the door.

"Oh? Mr. Harris, who is so erudite, still had questions he didn't know to ask his potions teacher?"

Snape stopped, and his black hair gleamed slightly under the candlelight.

"On Hogwarts, of course, other knowledge about mystery is of course the most erudite for me, but when it comes to the subject of potions, I still have to rely on Professor Snape."

Karl pretends to pretend to be Snape, after all, he still has a question about potions to ask.

"Potion? Come and listen."

Mentioned the potion, and Snape was really interested. The last bottle of activated potion has still made him a little obsessed.

"I wonder if Professor Snape has heard of a potion that can bring people back to life?"

Carl posed a question with a smile. He was really interested in the ancient potion recipe for the resurrection of Voldemort.

"If there is really a potion that will bring people back to life, will I still deal with you, a vampire?"

Snape's face outlined a sneering smile, seemingly inconsistently mocking Karl.

"Father's bones, servant's flesh, enemy's blood?"

Faced with Snape's sarcasm, Carl calmly mentioned a few keywords.

Snape's expression changed slightly, but soon returned to normal.

"I think Mr. Harris did not distinguish the true role of this ancient potion. Its ability is not to resurrect, but to reshape the body, and the integrity of the soul is a prerequisite for using this ancient potion."

"Otherwise, I've used it for a long time. Will I still wait for you vampire to dry me ?!"

The last sentence is the angry roar of the old bat.

"But it's just equivalent exchange, where can I squeeze you?"

Facing Snape's crazy roar, Carl explained indifferently.

"You once said that potion is a precise subject. Tell me, the true meaning of these three main materials."

After Snape roared, Karl continued to ask questions.

"Father's bones, no intention to donate; servant's meat, voluntary donation; enemy's blood; forcefully taken out, you can create a perfect body."

"Father's bones don't need to be said, nature is the only nature. The servant's flesh must have a deep magic contract to be considered. The enemy's blood also has a unique nature, and it must be the one who destroys the one. The original enemies of the shaman are useful. "

Snape showed a note in his hand, and carefully read it before giving the exact answer.

At this point, Carl finally understood why Voldemort's resurrection in the Goblet of Fire must have Harry Potter's blood. He has so many enemies, all over the British magic world, you can choose one arbitrarily and then come back to Harry Potter. After the autumn.

And the black demon mark on the mouse arm just meets the deep servant contract.

As for his father's bones, old Riddle had been killed by his son Tom. It was too simple to get some ashes.

After clearly understanding the concept of Voldemort's resurrection, Karl couldn't help feeling that this ancient potion was really almost customized for Voldemort, and it was really perfect.

"Professor Snape, what if these three main materials are missing, or if one of them is completely replaced?"

Then Carl continued to inquire, and he was ready to kill Voldemort's pit.

"Don't Mr. Harris listen to it when I took the first lesson? Although this potion is extremely old and mysterious, it contains potions, but it's more than that. It includes black magic, blood of origin, and bond of servitude. There are even other subjects such as occultism. "

"But what it shows is the form of potions after all. Since it is a potion, it can't escape the basic framework of potions ~ www.readwn.com ~ Strictness and precision are the qualities that every potionist should have. . "

"Even the simplest scabies remedy will cause the exact opposite result due to a bit of a fire problem or the stale selection of materials-scabies all over the body. Not to mention this kind of agent that can be called on top of the entire potion Now. "

"If there is a problem with the three main materials and the soul of the recipient is not strong, it is estimated that there will be a 99% chance of dying on the spot ..."

The old bat smiled and explained the precision and rigor of this ancient potion to Karl, and he could already foresee which unlucky ghost was left without the pants that the vampire had pitted.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. During this period of time when he was dealing with Karl, he had already figured out his habits. He will never mention anything that is not useful to him, but as long as he mentions it, you need to be careful, maybe a big pit has been dug in front of you to jump in.

He has been engaged in Snape several times, and now he has some psychological shadows.

After listening to Snape's explanation that the so-called resurrection potion was actually a body-shaping potion, he began to laugh happily.

Snape felt a little hairy in his laughter, and silently said sorry to the unlucky ghost in his heart, and then left the matter with a straight face.

what? You said you were pitted by a vampire, what does that have to do with Snape?

But what he didn't know, Carl this time extended his claws to one of his bosses.

Oh ... Poor classmate Tom Mavolo Riddle. Here, I, Carl Harris, want to say sorry to you.

I dug up your father's grave! No one can stop my footsteps!