DNF Meets Harry Potter

Carl continued to scroll down roughly. He just wanted to see how many inheritances were recorded in this diary. After all, half of the diary was torn.

When he was about to turn to the end, one after another oddly shaped puppets came into his eyes.

"This is the inheritance of the puppeteer?"

"Damn it! I should have thought of it earlier!"

Carl's expression immediately became extremely excited. He almost forgot that the little witch's profession, except for the milkman, almost half of the attack magic was done by her rag doll, Mad Bear. And as the diary of a goddess of the moon, how could it not have the inheritance of the puppeteer?

Carl held the magic book in both hands, and the excitement in his heart was beyond words.

Now that I think about it, it seems that those who use brooms as weapons in DNF are more popular than others.

Every sorcerer is undoubtedly a powerful alchemist, and the little witch masters the supreme ultimate mystery of the puppeteer. The strength is also great.

I just don’t know if the summoner can make the summoned creatures into cards. Karl reckons that if the summoner is ruthless and evil, it should be possible. The idea of ​​the "Truth" organization is to enslave summoned creatures.

In that way, except for the useless sub-professional female magician, disassembler, she can be proficient in three sub-professions.

Magicians are more popular than sharpshooters and ghost swordsmen. This is their innate talent, and it is incomparable, incomparable.

After figuring out the real purpose of this diary, Carl smiled slightly, feeling unprecedentedly satisfied, even the sadness that he drank Madam Pomfrey's potion just now was gone forever. He shook his head slightly with a smile on his lips and secretly sighed in his heart, this Quirrell is really a model worker, he sacrificed his powerful opponent, such a good person is hard to find these days.

After roughly understanding the contents of the entire diary, he put the diary back into the inventory, pulled the quilt, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. In the confrontation with Dumbledore just now, he had consumed more than half of his mental power, and he really couldn't hold on now.

...

Another six days later, Karl, who was lying on the hospital bed all day, almost moldy, was finally allowed to leave the hospital with Pomfrey's permission.

With a slight movement of his thoughts, the blue and white striped hospital gown on his body suddenly changed into the appearance of Hogwarts school uniform, and then he tidied up his messy hair because he was lying on the bed, and left the school hospital.

In fact, Madam Pomfrey still wanted to let him continue to cultivate for a few more days, but she couldn't stand Carl's daily pleading, and there was another extremely important reason, that is, the school year dinner would be held tonight.

And Karl has long been fed up with the life of lying in the hospital bed every day and having to drink medicine all day long and strictly control his diet according to Madam Pomfrey's requirements.

It's really uncomfortable. There is no entertainment equipment in this era. He can only lie on the bed and read storybooks. Wait until no one is around before you can take out your diary to study black magic.

That’s right, after getting this diary, Karl determined to become the most powerful dark wizard and puppeteer, so that he would be able to make perfect dolls with the resurrection stone in the future. long time people.

And Jin Jialong is the most fragrant!

From now on, I will ask everyone I meet: "Young man, are your parents dead? Do you have a dream?"

He felt that Cedric's father would definitely fall for him three years later.

But unfortunately, Karl's fantasy is destined to be impossible to realize, because he can't afford the materials, and the production difficulty is too high.

...

The school year dinner was going on as scheduled, and Carl thought of the poor Slytherins who thought they would finally win the final victory and complete Hogwarts' supreme glory, seven consecutive championships! The tragic mood of being cut off by Gryffindor in the end couldn't help but want to laugh.

No way, their path was narrowed, and at the same time, it was a little unfortunate that Harry Potter, the savior, happened to be enrolled this year, and how could Dumbledore miss this opportunity to gain reputation for his savior?

Although Carl also participated in it, but there are three people in Gryffindor! Besides, Lao Deng also felt that Karl didn't need any prestige. It would be better to hide him so that his threat in Voldemort's heart would be reduced. Anyway, he knew the true power of Karl's blood.

With the growth of age, the power of magic will definitely increase exponentially, and Voldemort will definitely not be able to resist it.

So Lao Deng first made the Slytherin snakes and the old bat happy for a while, and then directly came a crit.

Dumbledore was giving a passionate speech above, while Karl completely ignored him and ate Hesse below by himself. In the school hospital, apart from the roast suckling pig that Lao Deng invited him to eat that day, I ate porridge and steamed bread for more than a week. Madam Pomfrey called it nutritious and healthy.

Nutritious ghost! Labor and management have not touched meat for more than a week, and the whole person is almost turning into a corn bun for one yuan and four dollars.

"Hey! Carl, don't eat it yet, the principal is going to announce the ownership of the Academy Cup!"

Alex looked at Carl, who was eating and drinking and had no image, and couldn't help reminding him aloud.

"Don't think about it, don't you still understand the situation? The Academy Cup has nothing to do with us Ravenclaws in the past few years..."

Carl, who was disturbed, put down the chicken leg in his hand and said unhappily.

"How do you know that it doesn't matter? Every school year party, the headmaster will give extra points according to the actual situation. There are also many other colleges that achieve cornering and overtaking. Our Ravenclaws are only worse than Slytherin this year with their current scores. Twenty points ranks second."

Philip was also speaking for Alex.

"The saviors of Gryffindor are here, what are you still thinking about? I have already predicted that this year will definitely be the Academy Cup for Gryffindor."

Carl looked at the faces of his roommates who were as immature as his age, and couldn't help but speak directly to his heart.

"Perhaps, I think the decoration here needs to be changed..."

As Dumbledore raised his hands, the green flag symbolizing Slytherin fluttered and immediately turned red.

Karl spread his hands helplessly at the two, look, don't believe it...

When the little wizards in Gryffindor next door heard this gorgeous ending, they all couldn't help throwing their wizard hats into the air, and started applauding with great excitement.

Some happiness is destined to be built on the pain of others, whether you take the initiative or not, this truth is eternal and unchanged.

Compared to Gryffindor's happy New Year's atmosphere, the Slytherin next door looked as ugly as if they had eaten Ollie, and their dean, Professor Snape, almost died on the spot.

The old bee doesn't obey the rules, play dirty with him!

Finally, Carl smiled playfully at Professor Snape at the guest table.

Officially declaring the end of the school year...