DNF Meets Harry Potter

?　　 "Shen Feng Wuying!"

　　 Harry angrily threw them into the air as the flag of the cloak, holding up his wand and chanting aloud.

　　 A weird chirp sounded, and the golden-red flag instantly shattered into several segments and slowly floated down.

　　 Harry’s sudden eruption frightened everyone. George stretched out his hand to catch a fragment of the flag and looked at Harry in shock.

　　 "I'm sorry... I'm sorry! I don't want this!"

　　 Harry was stunned for a while, and he didn't understand why he did this suddenly. He ran hard to break free from the person who wanted to catch him and ran into the dormitory and closed the door.

　　 He leaned against the door, looking at the empty bedroom, his tight body slowly slumped down the door, and he felt his whole body relax.

　　 He was the only one in the bedroom. Seamus and Neville were all downstairs watching their excitement just now. Ron didn't know where he went. Harry lowered his head and stared at his hands with wide-open eyes. He couldn't figure out why he was so angry just now, and even wanted to tear everything he saw...

"what!"

　　 Suddenly Harry felt a terrible headache in his head. He resisted the severe pain and touched the lightning-shaped scar. It was very hot, very hot...

　　 "Damn Voldemort! One day I will..."

　　 Of course he knew who was doing it, except for Voldemort, nothing could make his scar hurt.

　　 Harry, who understood why he had done that extreme act just now, gritted his teeth and got up from the floor, stumbling on the bed.

　　 He tried to close his eyes, hoping to relieve some of the pain, but some inexplicable pictures kept stimulating his nerves.

　　 The next moment he opened his eyes abruptly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, which was beyond horror.

　　 He couldn't believe what he saw-in a dimly lit room, a serpentine snake crawled out of a pile of skeletons, hissing letters, and the yellow vertical pupils were full of brutality.

　　 A weird baby showed his true face in the radiance of the fireplace flame, and he would never forget that face anytime!

　　"!"

　　 "vra!"

　　 A hoarse and cold voice came from his mouth, and a small figure in the shadow slowly stood up. It was Peter the dwarf who should have died! He raised his head flatteringly, looking back, a bleak green light shot out from his hand...

　　 The picture was interrupted at this point, and Harry got up from the bed abruptly, drops of sweat slowly falling from the tips of his hair.

　　 "Peter Pettigrew?! Shouldn't he have died on the Dementor long ago? Why was he with Voldemort?!

　　That snake...has a problem..."

　　 Harry felt horrified when he remembered the big snake on the ground. At this moment, he had too many questions to know the answer.

　　 "Squeak..."

　　 After a soft sound, the bedroom door slowly opened, and Ron walked in with a complicated expression.

　　 "Ron, where have you been?" Harry panted heavily, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and asked softly.

　　 "I didn't go anywhere, just went outside for a stroll!" Ron was smiling, but it was not only barely but also weird.

　　 "That's it..." Harry replied laboriously. He had just suffered a while, and a drowsiness struck him. Now he wants to sleep well.

　　 "It must feel good to be a warrior? No matter what you do..."

　　 Ron saw Harry lying flat on the bed and said inexplicably, he slowly loosened his clenched fist, and inside was a piece of golden red cloth.

　　 "Don't even you want to believe me?!" Hearing these words, Harry's sleepiness disappeared without a trace, and his spine was turned up from the bed with force.

　　 "No one has crossed that age line except Karl!" Ron said with a sneer, "I don't know what he used. I heard Karkaroff say that it seems like a lot of restrictions, so I don't want anything...

　　 But what did you use, I think I have guessed it, is it the invisibility cloak? As one of the three holy artifacts of the **** of death, you can't even find death after wearing it. How could it be hindered by an age line?

　　 I should have thought of it! Three years ago, the invisibility cloak could completely cover a few of us. It may be smaller now, but it is more than enough for two people. I never thought you were so selfish..."

　　 "I never thought of breaking through that age line with the invisibility cloak!" Harry pursed his lips, and Ron's words made him feel ridiculous.

　　 He knew the gap between him and those seventh graders, so he never thought about this plan.

"It's okay, you can tell me the truth, I won't tell others..." Ron sneered and replied coldly, "If you don't want others to know, it's okay, but I don't know why you are doing this I lied.

　　You will not be in trouble. After all, Professor Dumbledore has already negotiated with several referees, and your qualifications are real and valid. You don’t have to take the final exam yet, tusk, it’s really enviable, I think you must be happy now, right? Congratulations, congratulations..."

　　 "I'll say it again! I never touched the Goblet of Fire!" Harry rose in anger!

"Okay, okay... you haven't touched it before, okay?" Ron's tone became more yin and yang, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com "But who on earth vowed to tell me in the morning that he too I’ll put my name in at night so that no one will see it...I’m not a fool... but I won’t let others..."

　　 "You remember it clearly!" Harry interrupted him coldly.

"Of course!" Ron raised his eyebrows and replied blankly: "You are our great hero in Gryffindor. Even the flag can be torn to pieces. How could I not give you more treats? "

　　 "Whatever you think!" Harry touched the hot scar, and he felt his head explode right now.

　　 After pressing down these words, he put down the curtains wrapped around the pillars and lay weakly on the bed. At this moment, he had no extra energy to argue with Ron.

　　After a day of tiredness, he encountered this situation again, and Harry, who was already exhausted physically and mentally, soon fell asleep. In his dream, the previous scene began to repeat in his mind again and again.

　　 Ravenclaw Tower, just changed into his pajamas, and when he entered the door, he suffered almost the same as Harry. Karl, who was just about to go to sleep, suddenly froze, his eyes a little erratic.

　　 Gradually, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he got up from the edge of the bed and walked slowly to the window.

　　 A shining crescent moon is hanging on the horizon, waiting for the dawn to come, a dazzling light greets him in the night sky.

　　He stared at Gunter’s old house and muttered to himself...

　　 "Finally can't help it? I hope you can be satisfied with that gift...

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