DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Shen Feng Wuying!"

Harry angrily threw them into the air as a cloak flag, holding his wand aloft, chanting a spell.

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

Harry's sudden eruption frightened everyone, and 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. He didn't understand why he did this suddenly. He ran hard to break free from the person who was trying to catch him, and quickly 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 dormitory. Seamus and Neville were all downstairs watching their excitement just now, and Ron didn't know where he was going. 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 Voldemort, nothing could make his scar hurt.

Harry, who understood why he had done that extreme act just now, got up from the floor through gritted teeth and staggered 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 violently, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his horror could not be added.

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

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

"Killhim!"

"Yes, Mymaster! AvadaKedavra!"

A hoarse and cold voice came from his mouth, and a small figure in the shadow slowly stood up, it was Peter Pettigrew 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 are you?" 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 instantly disappeared without a trace, and his spine was turned up from the bed with a sudden force.

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

But what did you use, I think I've guessed it, is that invisible 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 true 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 have never touched the Goblet of Fire!" Harry's anger was rising rapidly, and the big move was done!

"Okay, okay... you haven't touched it before, okay?" Ron's tone became more and more grotesque, "but who on earth vowed to me in the morning that he would put his name in at night, That way no one will see...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~www.readwn.com~ at this moment he felt his head exploded.

After putting 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, Harry, who was already exhausted physically and mentally, quickly 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 experience as Harry, who was just about to go to bed. Karl was suddenly taken aback, his eyes were a little erratic.

Gradually, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he stood 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, a dazzling light greets him in the night sky.

He stared at the old Gunter house and muttered to himself...

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