DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Excuse me for doing this, Mrs. Feige~..."

Lily said silently in her heart, with a few crystals of dew on the rose in her hand.

"Confunded (chaos)!"

A faint red light hit Arabella Feige, and her body shuddered with a confused look in her eyes, as if she had forgotten what she was going to do.

But soon, Lily's confusing spell took effect. The clarity in Mrs. Feige's eyes was restored. She looked around the empty rooms, touched her cheeks and turned her head to watch the apple pie on the table with a trace of annoyance flashing on her face.

"It shouldn't be baked so much. As for the new neighbor, it should have nothing to do with the magic world. I don't need to report it..."

Mrs. Feige muttered to herself and sat on the wicker chair by the fireplace. She beckoned, and a snow-white cat obediently jumped into her arms...

She suddenly felt very sleepy, very sleepy...

Outside the door, Lily waved gently, and Mrs. Figg's door gradually closed, without making a sound...

...

At night, Harry lay sideways on the bed and looked at the stars outside the window, his heart feeling sweet. He heard what Lily said just now, which means this summer vacation may not be that bad...

"Dad, it would be great if you could come back too!"

Harry pursed his lips, looking forward to the future while a bit of bitterness was in his heart. He had asked Carl hopefully before, but the answer was impossible, which made him a little frustrated...

But he quickly cheered up again, because Lily's return was already the biggest surprise...

To be a man, we must learn to be satisfied.

...

Early in the morning, on the other side, Karl woke up from his sleep.

He rubbed the person and looked at the bright sunshine by the window and smiled. It seems that today is a good day!

After washing, his figure slowly faded in the corner.

A dilapidated house shivered in the wasteland, and some yellowed withered grass silently described the depression here.

The old house of the Gunter family!

Carl strolled down the path, with a mocking smile from time to time at the corner of his mouth.

As he drifted away, a huge statue of death appeared in front of him. The **** of death in front of him was dressed in a black robe and a huge hood covering his entire face. A scary sickle was held in his hand, and the huge wings behind him made the sun unable to find this piece of land...

"Yeah, Reaper? Looks like you are on the right path..." Karl smiled and crossed the statue, and then a large cross tombstone came into view.

"Tom Riddle, where is it?" Karl muttered to himself constantly searching for his goal, and his transcendent perception was immediately opened to the maximum by him.

Tom Riddle - 1905-1943

"Voldemort's father is really short-lived!" Carl knelt down, rubbing the tombstone lightly, and couldn't help sighing.

But this did not hinder his subsequent bad behavior.

He moved his fingers, and the soil broke open automatically, revealing the dark coffin that exuded death.

Lifting his hand again, the coffin board flew up and fell to the ground with a loud bang.

After so many years, the flesh and blood of Old Tom has long since disappeared, leaving only the white bones.

"Furious!"

Carl flipped his wrist, and a light blue flame appeared in his palm. The flame was beating at his fingertips like a soul, looking restless.

In the next second, the bones in the coffin flew into the air, and he also no longer restrained the fierce desire in his hand. Almost in an instant, the incombustible bones turned into fly ash and sprinkled on the grass on the ground.

"Want to be resurrected? Asked if I..."

Carl sneered and put in a pile of ghoul bones that had been specially processed by him, and the coffin board that fell on the side flipped in the air for several times and finally covered it tightly.

"I wish you a successful resurrection!" Carl licked the corners of his lips, waved his sleeves, and layers of mud soon covered it.

Then, he leisurely took out a handful of grass seeds from his pocket and sprinkled them down.

"Have you ever seen vegetation flourish and wither?"

The magic stone in his hand exudes radiant brilliance. Not long after, the green grass sticks out of the soil and rushes its head quickly.

A touch of withered yellow gradually appeared at the top, and within a short period of time, life came to an end.

Carl, who completed the final finishing work, patted his palms contentedly and disappeared in the shadows.

So next, it’s time to quietly wait for the fish to get the bait...

This time is not too long. About a month after the start of the summer vacation, Carl sensed the magical imprint he had left on Peter Pettigrew in Riddle's old house.

"Would you like to do them first?" Carl sat under the big tree, enjoying the warm afternoon sun and lost his thoughts.

At this moment, Voldemort's pet snake might have been made into a Horcrux by him, and Voldemort's deity may have become that baby-like little monster. At this time, he has no combat power at all.

If he chooses to take action at this time, he can destroy the human and the snake together, but the consequence is that Voldemort may stay up again until he chooses to resurrect in another way.

After thinking about it for a long time, Carl decided to follow the original plan. It's kingly way to let Voldemort solve the humanoid Horcrux himself by himself. Now the plot is completely changed by him. If such an opportunity is lost, it will be difficult to find it again.

In the last half of the summer vacation, he received a letter from Sirius. Lupin is staying with him now, life is pretty good, the time of transformation has been shortened by a half compared with before~www.readwn.com~ The letter also mentioned regret that Harry could not come to him. , And expressed that he would take advantage of the opportunity of World Quidditch to make up for it. He understands that no Porter can resist the temptation of Quidditch matches, let alone world-class this time!

During the summer vacation, he was not able to invite Karl to visit him. Sirius hopes that he can also come this time. The Black family has the most top viewing position.

Carl shrugged and yelled into the room: "Go to see Quidditch? World-class, it should be interesting..."

"Quidditch? What's so good about that?" Inside the room, Naiyari, who was fiddling with her nails, did not lift her head when she heard this, and replied indifferently.

"Oh~, this way, I understand!" Carl stretched out comfortably on the tree, and took the stubborn words intentionally or unconsciously. "The big dog treats guests, not only full board and lodging, but maybe even more. Go shopping, are you really sure not to go?"

"Quidditch is so fun, of course I am going!"

Hearing this, the absent look on Naiyali's face was instantly wiped away.