DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Hurt~, let's not talk about this..." Sirius smiled, and Harry finally came to him, and he suddenly felt that this topic was a bit too heavy. "Get some rest early, we will leave tomorrow morning!"

　　 Carl frowned slightly. He had intended to get the locket through this opportunity, but the situation didn't seem to be that right now.

As a house elf, Kreacher would never go against his master’s order to give him the locket unless he used the Imperius Curse, but he asked himself that he was not the kind of dark wizard with no bottom line, so this thought It just passed in a flash in his mind.

　　 Then, just wait...

　　 One night's time passed quickly. Early in the morning, Kreacher reluctantly laid out pieces of grilled sandwiches and hot milk, and stood quietly beside him, waiting for Sirius' orders.

　　 "How should we go later? Floo fans or Apparition?"

　　 Harry took a bite of the sandwich and asked curiously. But from the bottom of his heart, he didn't want to use these two methods. The last time Floo fans transported him to Turnover Alley, he was almost abducted by the old witch.

　　 As for the Apparition~...The feeling of the person who does not carry this magic is really hard to describe.

　　 "No, no, no...not even~...

　　 Quidditch lovers from all over the world will come to England this year. The fireplace is not enough; as for Apparition, you can’t expect this magic to span the ocean..."

　　 Lupin shook his head slightly, and explained to Harry gently.

　　 "Since it doesn't work, how should we go?"

　　 Harry lifted his glasses, and asked a little excitedly, he thought he wouldn't be tortured this time.

　　 "You'll know soon!"

　　 Sirius solemnly took out a black box from under the table, opened it, and found an old paint bucket lying quietly in it.

　　 "What is this, a paint bucket?" Harry's eyes twitched. He thought it was a magical item, but it turned out to be just a paint bucket.

That's it?

　　 "No, no, this is not a paint bucket. If I guess it is right, this is our ticket to the stadium, a door key, it has the ability to travel through space over long distances..."

　　 Karl took a sip of milk, glanced sideways at the mottled paint bucket on the table, and said lightly.

　　 "How did you know?!" Sirius was surprised instantly, except for the Quidditch World Cup that happens every four years, it's not something you can just see casually.

　　 "I know everything related to space and dimension..."

　　 A mysterious smile was outlined at the corner of Karl's mouth, and he wiped the milk stain from the corner of his mouth and spoke slowly.

　　 "Pretend to be mysterious again!" Sirius glanced at him with some contempt and then pushed the box to the center. "The method of using the door key is very simple. It is a trigger type. Just hold down one corner..."

"I know what you said~..." Carl glared at him unwillingly. "But, why don't you choose a better one? This key is made like a real paint bucket, and it smells too unpleasant. It's..."

　　 "Well... there are smelly socks, leftover canned herring, rotten boots... Which one do you want, I will listen to you next time..."

　　 With a playful smile on Sirius's face, he tapped his fingers on the table rhythmically, listing the heavier door key categories one by one.

　　 "Mouth area~..." The power of language is powerful. Listening to the term "heavy taste" this time, Karl almost squirted out the milk he had just drunk in his mouth.

　　 He took a few deep breaths before finally suppressing the strong nausea in his heart.

　　 He didn't know what the staff who made the door keys at the Ministry of Magic were thinking all day long. It was really disgusting that caused it.

　　 The smile on Harry's face also gradually disappeared. He also didn't understand why the good door key had to be made like this, in order to disgust the user?

　　 "The game will start in about a few hours, if you are all ready then we can pass..."

　　 Sirius pulled a paper towel and wiped the ketchup from his mouth with a grin. He didn't have much to prepare.

　　 Carl, they nodded, and after breakfast they went back to their rooms.

　　 They don’t plan to pass away like Sirius with their hands empty. It’s not enough to watch a movie without water and popcorn. At least you have to bring some snacks for this kind of live broadcast!

　　 Ten minutes later, a few people who were all ready were sitting around the table one after another.

　　 "It looks like you are all ready!"

　　 Sirius pushed the box in the middle while talking.

　　 Karl pursed his lips and found a fairly clean corner with a look of disgust, stretched out a finger and pressed it. Seeing Carl operating cautiously, Sirius chuckled and indifferently stretched out a hand and grabbed the paint bucket.

　　 Harry followed and grabbed the lid of the paint bucket. The disgust on Naiyali's face was even worse. She snorted and grabbed Carl's arm.

The door key was triggered immediately~www.readwn.com~ Sadly Harry felt like he was crumpled into a ball and packed in a small and airtight box, and the box was still on the hillside Roll down...

　　 But fortunately, this feeling didn't last long, otherwise he felt that he would really be unable to hold it anymore.

　　 Carl took Naiyali and landed steadily on the ground, her face still ruddy, this kind of long-distance space movement can be done without the door key, it's just a matter of preparation and the length of singing time~...

　　 Sirius and Lupin trembled slightly, but they quickly offset this side effect in their own way. And Harry was much more miserable, he fell directly to the ground in embarrassment, and Venus stared in his eyes~...

　　 "Sir, I think you need some of this~..."

　　 There was a shrill voice, and a house elf humbly squatted down to pick up the glasses that Harry had dropped on the ground and handed them over, and at the same time took out a piece of chocolate.

　　 The whole process is extremely proficient, without the slightest trace of muddy water. Obviously, this house elf was specially trained to receive pure-blooded nobles...

　　 "Mr. Black, your tent is nearby. Do you need me to take you there?"

　　 The elf bowed again towards Sirius and pointed in the direction with his thin fingers.

　　 "I don't need this!" Sirius shook his head and glanced at the house elf who was hosting them a little strangely.

　　 When will Kreacher be so obedient like him? !