DNF Meets Harry Potter

The monster that was born from the beginning of the universe roared and crushed time and space and came to this world. That dark, frantic, and indescribable muttering was enough to make people fall into madness.

The slender jade hand pushed open the magnificent giant door, and the shining brilliance of the stars dispelled layers of darkness, as if the whole world was cheering for her arrival.

Seeing this scene that seemed to appear in a mythical epic, Hermione almost fell to the ground without standing firm.

The girl challenged, unleashed the development belt, her long silver-white hair was flying in the air, and the whip that pierced through the world as if constructed by the power of order just appeared, and the bright brilliance was reflected in each other.

That was the strongest blow and the ultimate blow.

The evil god, who is enough to make the world return to the vast ocean billions of years ago, is like a doll that can vent at will in the hands of a girl, and she is in her hands...

"That was the power I used to control, but now it is gone forever..." Naiyali said with emotion, but she didn't even show the expression of regret, she lowered her head slightly to look at the open palm.

Before, there was nothing in it, but now, she has everything...

"I would rather spend the short life of a mortal with you than see all the vicissitudes of this world alone. From then on, I will no longer be a taboo Nai Yali..."

Under the witness of the Supreme Being, until the eternal contract is signed.

"Don't you really regret it?" Hermione, who had witnessed the entire process of the two people meeting, couldn't help rubbing her sour eyes, her voice trembling.

"Why do you regret it?" Naiyali was a little strange, and replied as expected: "Isn't it eternal life, supreme authority, infinite power? I have already hated it in my endless time...

And what is this compared to him? "

Hermione was choked into speech, her face full of shock.

This is truly giving up everything, just to have you by my side.

"I see... I am not qualified..." Hermione was silent for several minutes before finally spitting out such a sentence.

After understanding the truth hidden under the sinful Innsmouth, she knew that she was too far behind Niyali, and she felt a little inferior after comparison.

"I hope you will meet someone who likes you sincerely..."

Naiyali smiled and flicked her sleeves gently.

In the next moment, the whole world stopped moving in an instant. Afterwards, the sky was shattered like a mirror, revealing the dark space behind. This phantom dream that was temporarily constructed by her was beginning to melt and annihilate silently...

Hermione just felt her eyes bloom, and a strong sense of dizziness came. She pressed her temples in pain, and when she opened her eyes again to restore her vision, she had already returned to the real world.

"How long has it been?" Hermione took a deep breath, and it took a long time to recover from the sequelae left by coming out of the dream world.

"The dream world can't be substituted into the real world, I think about it, maybe... half a minute?"

Naiyali tilted her head and tapped her fingers on the low wooden table in front of her. The black tea that hadn't been finished before was still steaming up...

"Don't let your emotions dictate yourself anymore. Putting your hard work on things you are destined to not get will only end up with bruises..."

After Naiyali finished speaking the last sentence, she stood up and opened the door quietly and left.

Only Hermione sat alone in the room in a daze...

...

Naiyali walked alone in the empty corridor, wandering aimlessly in the castle, her heart was peaceful and peaceful, just thinking about how to teach Karl to dance next.

A Christmas ball is really a joyful activity.

But soon, she regretted it.

Compared with Carl's outstanding talents in dimensional magic and black magic, he is extremely terrible at the simple trivial matter of dancing.

In just a short time, he had clearly explained all the steps and precautions over and over several times, but he just couldn't do it!

He can make two mistakes in one small step of three moves!

In the responsive room, Naiyali was stepped on the foot again by Carl who jumped wildly. She unbearably let go of the hand holding him, and shouted with her arms akimbo:

"Even a pig should have learned the method like this!"

"You can't blame me...I have never learned to dance. It's not easy to do this!"

Facing Naiyari who was angry like a volcanic eruption, Carl blinked his eyes innocently. How could he blame me?

Blame Dumbledore and the others. They didn't do such a job specially. I am also a victim!

"Let's do it again and repeat the action just now!"

After a while, Naiyali was slightly relieved. She looked at Carl very uncomfortably, but she couldn’t do anything about him for a while.

Since I don't have that talent, I can only use time to pile up...

Time soon came a week before Christmas. Under the supervision and guidance of Naiyali, Karl gradually learned how to dance—at least he wouldn’t step on Naiyali again...

The last week of the semester became more and more noisy. A thick layer of snow fell on the castle and on the ground, and the sky-blue Busbarton carriage looked like a big frozen pumpkin parked beside the ice-covered hut—that was Hagrid’s hut;

And I’m not much better with De’s Strong’s ship. Even the portholes are covered with ice, and the window frames are covered with snow-white ice. The house elves are rushing to eat a bunch of rich, warm in the kitchen. Coaxing stew and delicious pudding...

Rumors about the Christmas ball were flying around, but Karl didn't hear them all—for example, Dumbledore had bought 800 barrels of spiced mead from Mrs. Rosemerta at the Three Broomsticks.

Carl felt that based on the personality of the old bee, that might indeed sound true, and he also heard from the professors that he had booked some weird sisters.

In fact, he didn't know who or what that weird sister was. As a traverser who will grow up in the future, he is accustomed to the convenience and diversification brought by mobile phones and computers. Naturally, he doesn't even bother to take a look at things like radio-it's really boring.

He could only vaguely understand from the heated discussions among the young wizards that this so-called "weird sister" should be an organization like a band or chorus.

This made him look forward to it. He had no contact with the wizards’ music performances other than the Hogwarts school song, and the name of this organization alone made him look forward to it.

Witch, adult, orchestra...

Too many elements...

Christmas is approaching, coupled with the upcoming dance party. The joyful atmosphere in Hogwarts, which was shrouded in snow, grew stronger.

Even some teachers are also infected by the holiday atmosphere, such as their Ravenclaw dean-Professor Flitwick. The short duel king stopped his lectures when he saw that his classmates didn't know where they were flying.

He allowed his classmates to take a break in his class before the festival approached, and he himself spent most of his time developing new teaching plans.

Since he watched the scene where Karl perfectly defeated the fire dragon, he felt that it was necessary to face some advanced spells to the students.

But other professors are not so generous.

In the history of magic, Karl looked at Professor Bins, who was lecturing dryly on the podium, fighting with his upper and lower eyelids. He yawned and lay down on the table. At least half of the little wizards in his sight were hanging their heads as if they were about to fall asleep next moment.

Originally the little wizards also expected the ghost professor to be as generous as Flitwick, after all, they heard that the ghosts are also going to have Christmas.

But... how is this possible!

Professor Bins died, and he forgot to bring his body with him. He must come to teach the little wizards on time! How could such a small thing as Christmas make him stop the work that made him dedicate to it?

Probably in order to leave enough homework for the little wizards during the next Christmas holiday, he made the goblin riot more **** and filthy, which sounds like Dumbledore said when he welcomed the new students. The report-long and smelly.

"Oh~...this is terrible!" Professor Bins gave the lecture as if he was chanting a curse, and Carl had a headache.

Even Professor Bins is so social, not to mention Professor McGonagall and Professor Moody, they both insisted on implementing the principle of never leaving get out of class until the last second and tortured the little wizards to death.

Snape, regarded as one of the three evils of Hogwarts, of course had to come out to join in the fun at this time. He looked at the whole class unkindly, as if to warn them that he would use the last class of this semester to test their detoxification ability.

In fact, he did the same. His first goal was Gryffindor's famous Crucible Killer-Neville Longbottom!

In Neville's horrified gaze, the careful Snape poured a bottle of poison into his poor toad, and directly foamed his poisonous mouth and pumped his legs.

Had Hermione not extended a helping hand in time and stuffed him with the antidote he secretly prepared, I'm afraid Neville would have to say goodbye to the toad who had been with him for four years today.

As for Snape's special concern about Carl, of course he also received preferential treatment. Under his daily ridicule, the old bat jumped into a thunder, and almost poured the poison into his mouth with anger.

"Snape is just a devil!" Ron limped out of the potions classroom, leaning on the wall, with grief and anger on his face: "It was so exciting to take the test on the last day of the holiday!"

"Don't worry about so much! Tomorrow is Christmas, has your partner been found?!" Harry looked at Ron with vague expectation.

It would be great if Ron also failed to find a partner~www.readwn.com~ so they could...

"Oh, of course! Lavender invited me..." Ron nodded affirmatively. Suddenly he grabbed Harry's arm as if he realized something and exaggeratedly yelled, "Harry, today is the last day." , You haven't found a partner yet?"

"This... there was a little accident..." As if remembering that he had plucked up the courage to invite Qiu Zhang to a dance party, but was told by the other party that he already had a partner, Harry's face suddenly turned red like a ripe apple.

He hesitated for a long time and didn't explain what happened.

"That can't work!" Hermione's expression suddenly became serious, "You must find a partner!"

"If you can't find a girl, you can find a boy who also hasn't found a partner!

Anyway, for one night, the dress is so big, cover it up a little and put on some makeup I promise no one will see it! "

Carl smirked and reached out behind Harry, patted his shoulder, and then gave his most sincere advice.