DNF Meets Harry Potter

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"Carl, look at the door! Unexpectedly, the Dementor has reached out here!"

Harry rubbed his eyes, looked at the black figure in the doorway and said in amazement.

"Pouch~......"

Naiyari couldn't help it anymore, and Harry was probably the only one who could regard the old bat Snape as a dementor. Although his outfit was indeed not much different from the dementors.

Standing in front of the closed door, Snape spotted them from a distance. He seemed to be relieved when he saw that Harry, the troublemaker, was doing nothing, but he looked at Karl again, his eyes quick It became gloomy again.

With a creak, the door slowly opened. Professor McGonagall walked out wearing her favorite emerald green robe, her hair combed into a tight bun, and her eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

As soon as she came out, she just glanced, and the noisy little wizards in the crowd quickly closed their mouths. Professor McGonagall’s sternness is well known, the kind that he can’t let go of, can’t be offended~...

Professor McGonagall spotted Harry in the crowd at a glance. She walked over and said anxiously: "Harry, there was news from the Auror earlier that you were attacked by a dementor and in very bad condition.

You go to the school hospital quickly, Madam Pomfrey is waiting for you there. By the way, Ron, you go with him~..."

"Thank you professor~, but~...I'm fine." Harry said politely.

"The dementor's attack is not a joke, and there may be sequelae left without timely treatment!

Can you be sure that you are really fine? I think this is up to Madam Pomfrey to decide! "

Professor McGonagall frowned, lips pursed thinly, and said harshly. Malfoy saw the strange color on Professor McGonagall's face and his beloved Potter, and immediately pushed aside the chaotic crowd and moved in.

He learned a lot of postures during the summer vacation and can't wait to share it with his dear Scarhead.

Har used his strength to push away Malfoy, who was trying to eavesdrop, and he hesitated, but he was still sure that he was in a good state, not much troublesome to Madam Pomfrey. After using the "Small World Apparatus" given by Karl, his body really did not hurt.

"Okay then~, you can go in first, and the sorting ceremony will begin soon." Professor McGonagall looked at him from beginning to end for a while. After making sure that he was not in any serious trouble, he turned and left as the vice principal. It is her basic job to guide first-year freshmen to enroll and sort them out every year.

As soon as Professor McGonagall left with his front foot, Malfoy sneaked in and put his hands restlessly on Harry's shoulders, and asked gleefully, "Battery~, you really passed out? Famous? Is the savior so scared?!"

Harry knocked his paw off angrily, put his fingers together, raised his fist, and hammered him in the chest.

However, Malfoy has been fighting with him for two years. What kind of trick Harry doesn't know yet? Not to mention that he learned all kinds of difficult postures and postures only during the summer vacation, and immediately the wind under his feet escaped the small punch that tried to hammer his chest like a loach.

"Sure enough, the only person who cares about Harry most is Malfoy except Voldemort."

Carl glanced at the magnificent Hogwarts Castle in front of him and smiled softly.

"Right! I almost forgot an important thing!"

To Malfoy’s surprise, Professor McGonagall didn’t know what he had drawn and killed him with a carbine. Seeing him and Harry arguing, he gave them both a fierce look and confirmed in his heart. Harry was really fine, he even had the strength to fight.

Malfoy, who was staring into the deadly eyes of Professor McGonagall, had to let go of his hands holding Harry's collar angrily, and then quickly ran to the Slytherin team. He was very convinced that if it hadn’t been because this year had just begun and there were no points in the College Cup of the four colleges, Professor McGonagall would definitely miss them five points each.

Professor McGonagall's sharp eyes scanned the crowd like infrared rays, and finally placed it on Carl. She pointed at Carl with a finger, with a very serious tone: "There are really too many things this year! I almost forgot one more~..."

Carl gave a thump in his heart. Could it be that he and the two lovely Auror gentlemen played the game of fairy jumping by the school? No, no!

Carl glanced at Harry and Ron next to them in a panic, trying to find a friend who was carrying the blame together to mitigate the crime.

It’s just a pity that Professor McGonagall’s finger direction has not changed, and he has always been firmly pointed at him: "According to the report of the two Aurors, you have attacked a total of 273 Desires on the train. Weird! And caused two deaths~...

According to the final result of the negotiations between the Ministry of Magic and the school, you are strictly forbidden to approach the dementors for no reason, if they disappear or an dissected wreck is found somewhere in Hogwarts, and you cannot provide an alibi .

Hum~, you know the consequences... I'm afraid Mr. Filch will be laughing this year~..."

"Professor, look at what you said, am I the kind of person who troubles dementors when I'm idle? The dementors are so ugly, I don't have any desire for anatomy~, at least it must be~... …"

Hearing what Professor McGonagall mentioned was this matter, Carl was suddenly relieved. Fortunately, it wasn't for playing the fairy jump that he was discovered. Otherwise, how should Dumbledore's old glass look at him? It's time to wear colored glasses again.

"At least it has to be at the level of the basilisk, right? I think last year's basilisk was also quite ugly, but don't you still have the patience to dissect it? There is nothing left from the teeth to the bones. Next~..."

Professor McGonagall remembered what happened last year and said with a smile, wanting to see what else he could say.

The smile on Carl's face froze, and he secretly said that Professor McGonagall is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

"If you don't believe it, you can ask Harry and Ron them!"

Carl glanced at Harry and the others who were smiling at the jokes nearby, and said desperately.

"Yes, yes! The dementors are so disgusting, it's impossible for Carl to dissect them!"

Harry read the threatening look in Karl's eyes and said solemnly.

"Yes! Harry is right!"

Ron rolled his eyes. Who said on the train that he was going to catch two dementors to dissect him? But Harry said so, then follow through to the end~...

"Look, Professor McGonagall, Ron and the others said so. I was really just passively defending just now, otherwise Harry's soul would have to be swallowed by a dementor like bubble tea~..."

Carl blinked big eyes at Professor McGonagall. His small white face and the height that may not be the average thirteen years old looked pitiful.

And his so cute and pitiful look doesn't help Professor McGonagall at all. Had she not known that last year Karl left alone to slaughter a thousand-year-old basilisk, and even Lockhart had destroyed Voldemort's Horcruxes, she might have really believed in his evil.

So his little innocent eyes here did not get Professor McGonagall’s forgiveness: "What are you pretending to be pathetic to me? I don’t know what level of you are? Your anima~...ahem, Animaji I teach you Transfiguration!

The group of badly injured dementors immediately protested to the Ministry of Magic after returning to Azkaban to cultivate, saying that you almost killed more than two hundred brothers and sisters maliciously.

If it weren't for the extraordinary period, and Professor Dumbledore used the relationship to suppress the matter, now it should be the Director of the Auror Office, Scrimgeour or Minister Fudge himself! "

Carl scolded MMP secretly in his heart, and Professor McGonagall even mentioned the old events of the year before last year. There are also those two Aurors who are under-beaten-the report is really fine, but why don't you stop it when it happened?

Did you deliberately add to my obstacles? it is good! Don’t even want your underwear next time I meet! What I said, even Merlin can't keep your pants!

And that group of spicy chicken dementors, what's the good point to learn? I have to learn to fight against Malfoy~...Do you know how miserable he was by me before?

"I see, Professor McGonagall, I will definitely not die!"

No matter how exciting the inner drama is, he can only assure Professor McGonagall at this moment.

"It should be so! This year Sirius escaped from prison, Hogwarts can no longer withstand any toss!"

Professor McGonagall took a deep look at him last, then turned and left, it was late.

...

After Professor McGonagall left, Harry walked over and sighed and patted Karl on the shoulder. But how could he think Harry was holding a smile now~...

"Malfoy is really annoying! Harry, you should have been faster just now~..."

Ron glanced at Malfoy who was following the Slytherin team into the auditorium, and said annoyedly.

"It's still growing this year! I will definitely let him know how good I am in the future!"

Harry gritted his teeth and said that every time he encountered something, Malfoy, like his old father Lucius, was always the first to jump out and make trouble.

A few people chatted all the way and walked into the auditorium. Carl found that they seemed to be just right. There were neither too many nor too few people in the four major colleges. Professor McGonagall had just led a group of immature faces through the corridor between the long tables. The sorting hat quietly stopped on the chair, and I don’t know who was the first to put it on...

"Carl, do you know what you did today? It's amazing!"

Carl pulled Naiyali to sit still, and Alex, who had been away for two months, leaned forward and said excitedly.

"Isn’t it because the car has overturned more than two hundred dementors? What’s the big deal? I was scolded by Professor McGonagall just now because of this. She also said that if I was stationed at Hogwarts this year If something happens to the dementors, if you can't find the murderer, you will be the first to take the knife at me!"

Carl adjusted a more comfortable position and said helplessly. Too strong is also a sin!

"That's just a joke! One dementor can scare the little wizards of the first grade, let alone more than two hundred.

I heard Senior Sister Penello said that according to their prefect statistics, at least 20 little wizards had to fight for the bathroom to change their pants after being searched by the dementors. "

Philip put down the magic book that covered his face like a biographical novel, and said. Carl glanced upward with a slightly curious look, good fellow!

"Passionate Kiss with Dementors!" 》

Signed: Alvin Ophelis~……

This person's name, Carl, hasn't been heard very much, and he is probably a not very famous wizard. But according to this name, Carl felt that the signature should be Guidro Lockhart to appear normal.

After all, Professor Lockhart is now in the small group of rooms in the deepest part of Azkaban. In the name of his fancy books-"Break with the Female Ghost", "Swim with Ghouls", this "Passionate Kiss with the Dementor" should be the work of Professor Lockhart. Correct!

At the same time, Lockhart, who was far away in the deepest part of Azkaban in the middle of the North Sea, couldn't help but shudder, and then wrapped up his tattered quilt~, somehow, he felt offended... …

Not only Alex and Philip ~www.readwn.com~ and even the little wizards of the other three academies cast their eyes curiously when they saw Carl's figure.

The brilliance of the mysterious dimension turned into a storm of particles. All the dementors were hitting the head-sucking scene. Most of the little wizards have seen it, so at this moment, seeing the main master enter the arena, many people are talking privately about what happened on the train. The scene.

"Next, Chris Agnes!"

"Hufflepuff!"

With the last shout of the Sorting Hat, this year's Sorting Ceremony finally came to an end.

As the little Hufflepuff badger named Chrissy Agnes walked down the steps under the applause of the professors and seniors, Dumbledore stood up with a smile, and when the dinner officially began, he, the principal, as usual I still have to say a few words first, otherwise it doesn't fit his personality.

The old glass smoothed the wrinkles of the dark purple wizard robe, stroked his beard, and looked around all the old and new faces in the auditorium.

"First, let us welcome new students to join the Hogwarts family!

Secondly, I have a few very important things to remind you before you enjoy the first gala dinner at Hogwarts. Don't be distracted, because this is related to your personal safety this year~......

I believe most of you have already got the news, but maybe there will be some who don’t know~, so don’t dislike me as an old man who is long-winded~...

As we all know, because of Sirius’ escape from Azkaban, our school currently ushered in some dementors from Azkaban. They will be stationed here for a long time, unless we wait until Black is brought back to justice~..."

When talking about this, Dumbledore paused and couldn't help but cast his gaze on Carl. Fudge is really difficult~...