DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Are you so confident?" Hermione looked at Carl speechlessly. "The fire dragon is not a creature that can be subdued casually!"

"That's for other people!" Carl answered as expected.

Harry stood aside very enviously. He didn't sleep well last night because of this incident. As a result, he didn't have any appetite for breakfast today, and his stomach was groaning now.

After finishing the transformation lesson, Harry grabbed Hermione and Carl impatiently. He didn't forget to learn the flying curse. They went straight to an empty classroom, where Harry tried his best to fly various objects in the room towards him under Carl's guidance.

But it's still a bit difficult and not skilled enough. Those practice books and feather pens often lose their center of gravity when they fly halfway through the air and fall to the ground like rocks.

"Harry, you have to concentrate!" Hermione stood in the corner and reminded him anxiously.

"Didn't I always try to concentrate?" Harry looked a little annoyed after many failures. He gasped and raised his wand again. "But somehow it just won't work! Okay, do it again."

"The key to the Flying Curse lies in the caster's will. You have to make items subject to your will as much as possible! Don't think about what kind of dragon you will get tomorrow!"

Carl sat leisurely on the side chair, correcting Harry's mistake, and he could tell at a glance that Harry was anxious about the game that was about to start tomorrow.

When practicing spells, emotions can almost be regarded as the first factor affecting efficiency.

After getting Carl's opinion, Harry calmed down a bit. He paused his crazy practice, and sat on the cool floor for a while.

By the time he stood up again, his face had improved a lot, at least the night that had been lingering in his mind just now would no longer affect him.

Time traveled like never before, blinking. The first minute they were still practicing the spell in the empty classroom, the next minute the entrance of the auditorium was close at hand.

Unconsciously, the whole morning passed like that.

"Is the fire dragon so scary? It can take so much time to practice a flying curse..." Carl walked in front, put the magic stone in his hand back into his pocket, and his mouth couldn't stop thinking about it.

The flying curse is actually very simple, the spells and gestures are not complicated, as long as the will is a little firmer and some practice can be quickly mastered.

At least it was like this when Carl learned this magic with Snape. He didn't take much effort to learn it. This made the old bat's teeth tickling with anger at first-and one less chance of yin and yang.

But Harry is different. Maybe the scene last night was too shocking. When he was practicing, the shadows of the four fire dragons ran out to make trouble. This made him really unable to concentrate, so that Karl had to use magic. Shi turned around for a long time-he didn't want to come to practice with Harry in the afternoon.

Not enough talent, time to make up.

Although the clock was only a quarter away, it was a solid stay for Harry all day in the classroom.

Due to the reversal of time, if it were in normal times, they should have eaten dinner by now, and now it is just noon.

"It's not easy to practice with you!" Hermione grabbed Harry and quickly found a seat to sit down, picked up a chicken leg and stuffed it in her mouth. She was starving to death.

"I didn't mean it..." Harry said weakly. He felt that if Hermione were to replace him, it would not necessarily be better than himself.

"You have to practice your flying curse again, otherwise it will be bad if you lose the chain tomorrow!"

After eating some things, Hermione finally recovered some strength, she thought about it and reminded again.

"Then you can rest assured!"

...

in the afternoon.

In the eerie potions classroom, the sudden ringing of the get out of class bell made Snape frowned. He shook his broad cloak and quickly walked back to the podium, his empty eyes swept over every little wizard present. The corner of his mouth slowly outlines a ribbon with a malicious smile.

"I want to see a paper with at least two pieces of parchment before next week! Of course, if you have to use Professor Bins' request to complete my paper, hum... Then I can only wish him Good luck..."

Snape leaned down and grabbed a typical essay from the podium and said grimly to the little wizards. At this time, a cold wind blew, and all the little wizards present shivered.

They naturally knew what the old bat meant. Professor Binns had always been confused, so they generally expanded the line spacing of his papers to achieve the purpose of being lazy.

But last week, a little wizard from Gryffindor had the same thoughts on Snape's homework.

Then, then there is no more...

He was almost choked to death by an angry old bat on the spot, and the confinement lasted until the end of Christmas...

"Ah~...I almost forgot, Mr. Harris seems to have immunity from this assignment?

Yes, tomorrow is the day when the Triwizard Tournament begins, and the Warriors always have to be special. But I hope he doesn’t have any problems..."

Snape licked his lips, turned his head in an instant, and fixed his eyes on Karl.

What the **** did this **** old bat smoke today!

Carl cursed inwardly, but there was still a smile on his face: "I borrow your good words!"

Seeing Carl suppressed his temper and did not choose to confront him, Snape snorted coldly, looking rather unhappy.

"Come to my office later! You had a problem with your last homework!"

He coldly put down a sentence~www.readwn.com~ flicked the wide sleeves of the wizard's robe, packed all the teaching materials, and walked out of the classroom quickly. The wind poured into his robe to make it agitate. Like a floating dementor.

"Tsk..." Carl raised his eyebrows, thinking that Snape couldn't help but want to get slaughtered?

But think about it, he doesn't know what the content of the Triwizard Tournament will be tomorrow, and Lily may be in a hurry right now.

"Good afternoon, Professor Snape! I wonder if you are looking for me this time?"

With only a slight click, Carl gently pushed open the office door, revealing a gap, sticking his head out from the inside, holding the door frame, and blinking at Snape, who was full of black lines.

Snape resisted the urge to beat him up and gave him a wink to signal him to come in and talk. He still remembered that Carl entered his office for the first time in this manner three years ago.

Then he went on a path of no return...