DNF Meets Harry Potter

"You have to let me think about it before you can give you a definite answer!" Carl pressed his lips and fingers and tapped the podium rhythmically, "Well, don't you want to invite Harry and the others to Hogsmeade to celebrate this weekend? I'll tell you later..."

"Do you really have a way?!" Sirius looked very excited.

"Of course there are! And there are more than one!" Carl raised his eyebrows and said with certainty.

Lupin's eyes also flashed with the name of hope. The werewolf virus has been with him since he was very young. No one understands the painful feeling better than him.

"Wait, you mean you have many ways?" Lupin couldn't hold back his inner joy.

"Yes! It's just that I have to consider the kind that is more suitable for you... Some solutions may be too overbearing for you. It is estimated that without the virus, you will be gone..."

This matter involves a lot of Jin Jialong, so Carl rarely takes it seriously.

"Hey! You guys have to be more serious!"

Hearing Karl's words, Sirius' hair exploded.

If Lupin had something in his hand, how could he be worthy of death...dead James!

The strange cp increased...

"If I'm not serious, can you stand here and talk to me? It would have been used by Fudge to sacrifice to the heavens..."

Carl sneered and lowered his head not knowing what he was playing with.

"..." Sirius choked for a while, and this might be really big without Karl.

"Goodbye! I have to go back and study hard..." Carl smiled, because there was an extra income and looked very good.

He jumped off the lecture table, picked up the magic book on the chair just now, opened the door and walked out. He really had to think about this matter-how to achieve this effect with the least amount of money.

"Let's go, Lupin! Let's go have a drink!" Sirius patted Lupin on the shoulder and turned away leisurely.

Lupin followed with a happy smile on his face.

...

"Paladin's Scroll of Purification? No, no, no, this is too expensive, the group of vampires in Remidia Cathedral is more powerful than me;

Heaven healed? No, no, this is too expensive, and you will die if you use this;

Now it seems that there is only this..."

In the Ravenclaw Tower, Carl lay on the bed and kept recalling some props that might completely eliminate the werewolf virus, and finally let him find an inexpensive one.

Item name: Herder's Blessing

Rarity: Artifact

Special item introduction: A must-have item that once entered the village of pain, Lysephine, can isolate and separate the horrible virus. The cry of tears of the second apostle-Helder uses the hero's fate and blessing to condense with the power of elemental magic to make……

ps. This place is full of darkness, the plague has begun to devour my body, my soul is leaving me, and I have no way to go back...

The Black Plague Dirich, the source of all pain. I will use my hands to end all the disasters you bring-Weeping Eye-Herder

"Yes, that's it!" Carl muttered to himself. It was possible to isolate DiRigi's breath, but it was not difficult to eliminate the werewolf virus.

Most importantly, it's cheap! It was originally used as a ticket to the Village of Pain. Where can it be expensive?

Carl smiled knowingly, then closed his eyes comfortably.

Soon, a week passed in the blink of an eye.

"Hey, Harry, here!" Sirius stood outside the school gate and waved to Harry constantly. Today is their day to celebrate in Hogsmeade.

"Wait a minute, we'll be right here!" Harry led Ron and Hermione to squeeze through the crowd towards Sirius.

"Huh? Why is it just you, where did Carl go?"

Sirius looked around and didn't see Carl, he couldn't help but asked strangely.

He had promised so well before, it didn't make sense not to come.

"He said that he still has some things to deal with. It may be delayed for a while, so we should come first." Ron said with a smile.

"So..." Sirius nodded thoughtfully, and then walked away with a few people without asking.

"Sirius, have you heard? Wiesengarmo's verdict is down, and Peter Pettigrew will get a kiss from the Dementor, just tomorrow morning!"

On the way, Harry took out a Daily Prophet from the wizard's robe, pointed to the front page headline on it and said with excitement.

He has been waiting for this verdict for too long, and he can't tolerate any mistakes. Now that I see this result, I feel relieved!

"I knew it yesterday! This is really a happy thing!" Sirius smiled and stroked his head. There was nothing more happy than Peter's painful death.

However, their ideas are destined to fail today.

"Tonight----before midnight----that servant----will begin----refind----his master-----"

In the tower west of Hogwarts, Trelawney stared at the huge crystal ball, her pupils tightened, and a vague and unintelligible word kept coming out of her mouth...

...

North Sea, Azkaban.

Endless black clouds shrouded this sea area, isolated from the world, as if sunlight would never penetrate here.

The surging waves slapped against the rocks on the shore, one after another, dementors exuding a breath of death, whizzing and dancing in rotting robes, looking for their targets on the towers.

Today, an uninvited guest has ushered here.

As the space fluctuates, a pair of feet wearing purple magic boots stepped on this ruined island~www.readwn.com~ The corners of the mouth, which was covered by the hood, showed only a small half of the face, raised slightly, Azkaban prohibited The air magic seemed to have no effect on him at all, and suddenly disappeared in the next instant.

When he appeared again, he had already been inside Azkaban.

His fingers touched the wall lightly, and a cold feeling passed along the fingertips to his mind. He slowly lowered and twisted, the smile on the corner of his mouth even worse.

When he came to Azkaban for the first time, he silently watched the furnishings inside. The iron doors of every cell are rotten and ill-formed, and they may fall down with the slightest push. From time to time, the screams of prisoners can be heard in his ears-that is the dementors enjoying their dinner...

"Hi! Peter, after all, I am not a devil, so let's let you live a little longer this time...

Damn it! What the hell, this horrible place is really not a human being..."

The visitor walked on the corridor talking to himself, his figure dimmed, as if walking in another piece of space, dementors who came out for food from time to time drifted past him, but did not notice his existence at all.