DNF Meets Harry Potter

Saturday, early morning.

Professor McGonagall and Filch's eyes were stern and cold, and they stood at the gate like two door gods. "Please give me the application form to Mr. Filch and don't be lucky. I want to get through!"

Listening to Professor McGonagall's instructions, Karl, who was waiting in line, turned his eyes subconsciously to Harry, and then, as expected, he saw a very helpless but slightly annoyed expression on Harry's face.

This expression Karl has seen many times in his long life in the past. It is often seen on Monday morning when the teacher is chasing and handing in the homework. He didn’t write a word but tried to use his brain to tell the teacher that he walked in a hurry in the morning and didn’t bring it to someone who was confused.

Oh, this is a sad story. Karl remembered that he had forgotten to do his homework because of playing games, and then he took the risk of playing with the head teacher, and was directly pierced.

Ah~, I remember tears all over.

Carl lined up leisurely, but the transcendental awareness had been focused on Harry. In his sight, Harry kept holding the application tightly, his face filled with hesitation, and he automatically stepped back a few steps when it was his turn in the queue.

It's been a long time since he's seen this wavering situation, and it's quite nostalgic.

Everything goes without saying, when the expectant little wizards have submitted their application forms and passed 70% to 80%. Harry finally couldn't hide, and he walked toward Professor McGonagall step by step with great anxiety.

"Professor McGonagall, my aunt and uncle~...

Um~...they, they~~ they forgot to sign my application form. Can I, um~"

After handing over the application form to Professor McGonagall, Harry couldn't help but blush. He lowered his head and licked his lips with his tongue uncomfortably, and his fingers kept playing with the corners of his clothes.

But, as Ron thought yesterday. Who is Professor McGonagall? She thinks the rules are more important than anything. How could Harry be allowed to pass through her eyes under her eyelids?

If she was younger, she might open her eyes and close her eyes, but the times changed.

She is no longer the little witch dancing under the flower garden, but, um~, you know...

Professor McGonagall took the application form from Harry's hand, frowned and glanced up at it. There is no doubt that the guardian's signature is blank.

"So~...if you sign, then just~...

Do you think it will work, I mean I think you can... I can, can it work?"

Harry's head was lowered, and he fidgeted with his fingers, speaking incoherently.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Potter~..." Professor McGonagall put the application form back into Harry's hand, and said in a slightly gentle tone: "But the opinion form can't go without being signed. This is a rule~..."

"But, you know. My uncles are Muggles~...they don't understand anything about the magic world~..." Looking at Professor McGonagall, who was walking away, Harry hurried back. Going up, he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart: "If you sign, I can do it..."

"But I think you also understand that I wouldn't do it~..." Professor McGonagall was unimpressed: "This must come from a parent or guardian! And I am neither..."

"I'm sorry, but I have to do this~..."

Professor McGonagall took two steps, then turned around and patted Harry's shoulder with some regret.

"What a pitiful baby, Lily is alive, there is no way~..."

Carl glanced pityfully at the depressed Harry sitting next to him, and as expected, Professor McGonagall was as old as ever.

"Well~, I think we can bring Harry a little more to come back later..."

Hermione pulled Lacart's sleeve and said with regret. Karl spread his hands helplessly, and then followed the pace of Professor McGonagall.

Harry returned his head with his head down sullenly. Although he had expected this situation long ago, it was still very uncomfortable when he actually faced it.

"Ouch~!"

"Which **** hit me?! Didn't walk long eyes!"

Walking and walking, at a corner, he suddenly collided with another person. When Harry stood up to take a look, Niyali, who was wearing a purple dress, looked at him uncomfortably.

"I'm sorry, Nayali! I'm distracted!"

Harry rubbed his sore forehead and immediately apologized to Niyali.

"Ah~, you! Forget it~...

Isn’t today Hogsmeade’s open day? Why didn't you follow them? "

Naiyali pouted, the other party was so sincere, what could she do, of course, forgive him.

"My uncle did not sign me, so I was hurried back by Professor McGonagall...

Hey, by the way, why are you here? "

Reminiscent of the aunt Maggie at the end of July, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Harry is still angry. He glanced at Nayali again and asked with some doubt, this is not the place where the second-grade wizard should come.

"Of course I am going to Hogsmeade! I heard that there are more batches of various candy shops there, and the quality is higher than that of Diagon Alley!"

At the mention of candy, Naiyali's eyes light up.

"Isn't the college stipulating that at least the third grade is required to go out? Besides... How do you go out? You know that Hogwarts is now guarded by dementors everywhere, which is much stricter than usual."

There was a glimmer of hope in Harry's eyes, only to see him hesitate and ask new questions.

"Dementor? Can that group of things stop me? Don't joke!

As for how to get out, it is even simpler. I know a secret passage, do you want to be together? When I was outside, I could directly use Karl Phantom Shift~..."

Having said that, Naiyali mysteriously took out a roll of parchment from his pocket.

"Is this a map?"

Harry couldn't help but poked the parchment with his finger, he saw it for the first time.

"It's almost the same as the gadget that Karl and I made last year."

Nyali spoke indifferently, and then opened the parchment with care. Soon, black ink appeared on it, and a Hogwarts picture was interwoven together. Many names on it were constantly moving. Several secret passages leading to the outside and Slytherin's secret rooms were used. A particularly striking color mark is outlined.

"This! This is the gadget you said? It's amazing!

It's a 360° surveillance camera with no dead angle! "