DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Hello, Harry Potter. It's unexpected that we meet again... Do you remember me? If it wasn't for me, you would have died twice..."

Karl stepped forward slowly, and the gorgeous staff behind him floated and emitted a bright golden light, brightening the dark room.

"It's you! Why are you here?!"

Harry's eyes suddenly widened. Of course he would not forget this iconic purple robe and golden staff. At the same time, I was also secretly shocked, what kind of monsters and ghosts are running towards Hogwarts these days, and I don't know what is attracting them here...

"I lost something. I paid a lot of money to buy it from its original owner. I think this house elf named Dobby should know where it is." Carl no longer looked at Harry, but turned away He turned around and looked at the shivering house-elf face to face: "Do you think I'm right, Dobby? I think you should know its whereabouts..."

"Sir...please stop asking, Dobby~, Dobby really can't say..."

Feeling the surging magic power emanating from Carl's side, Dobby's face became more and more terrified, and it began to tremble uncontrollably, begging him not to ask any more questions. It understands what it means to be able to seal the space alone...

"Dobby, perhaps, we need to talk. As for Harry Potter...

You'd better have a good rest and sleep, some things are not something you can get involved in for the time being..."

Feeling the whispers coming from his ears, Harry's eyelids began to twitch, and everything in his vision gradually blurred. After more than ten seconds, he couldn't hold on any longer, and slowly fell limply on the hospital bed.

"sit?"

Carl pulled up a chair and sat down, pointing to another.

"Sir, if you really want to ask about that thing, please give Dobby a good time!"

Dobby closed his eyes, which were as big as copper bells, in pain, and said as if dying. The ancient magic started to work in its body thousands of years ago. It is very difficult for the house elves to break through this limit and betray their master. After all, not every house elf is named Kreacher...

"I think you misunderstood me..."

Carl tapped his finger lightly in the air, and the light and shadow of an old diary with some yellowing around the edges slowly rotated in front of him.

"I know more about this thing than you imagined, and how much trouble do you think it can cause in my hands with my magic level?"

Carl raised a hand and took off the huge hood covering his head, revealing that handsome face.

"You~...it turned out to be you! It turns out that you were not manipulated by the diary, but how could you have such powerful magical power at this age?!"

Seeing Carl's true face, Dobby almost jumped out of the chair in shock.

"Is this difficult? You must know that the source of magic power of wizards depends on the blood of various magical creatures, and the blood in my body is estimated that your ancestors are not qualified to be my slaves..."

Karl smiled contemptuously, and slowly closed it. His pale golden hair gradually turned black, his skin became more translucent and fairer, his pair of pointed ears and delicate facial features all showed his noble status...

"This is... the blood of the ancient high elves?!"

This time Dobby really fell off the chair, and the excitement on his face had reached its peak at this moment.

"After being enslaved for so long, it is really not easy to still have inherited memories..."

Seeing that Dobby couldn't help jumping up and down with excitement, Carl curled his lips and said to himself.

Ten minutes later, after Dobby calmed down completely.

"Now that you understand, please don't hinder me. After I squeeze out the use value of that diary, I will naturally destroy it. I don't want to see you rummaging around in my dormitory again someday. In addition, I don't want you to mention me in front of anyone..."

Karl stretched out a finger, and a wisp of faint blue Fierce Flame fluttered on his fingertips. The seemingly small flame contained the power to devour everything!

"Dobby knows, honorable sir! Dobby will definitely not leak what happened today!"

"An unbreakable oath!"

"Sir, there is movement outside, someone is coming..."

"The time and space blockade has been lifted, we should go, let Harry have a good dream..."

The conversation between the two became quieter, and finally disappeared without a trace...

"Click..."

The door that was closed by Karl just now was opened again, and Madam Pomfrey walked in with an oil lamp in her hand. She clearly heard movement inside just now, so why was there nothing when she came in.

"Is there a rat? Then tomorrow I have to prepare some rat poison..."

Madam Pomfrey walked to Harry's hospital bed, and looked at the chairs that were not neatly arranged and the level that fell on the ground, she clearly remembered that these things were arranged before she left.

After she shook her head and tidied it up, she glanced at Harry, who was mostly exposed outside the quilt, sighed incredulously, then tucked his quilt back up, picked up the oil lamp set aside and walked slowly walked out.

Outside the school hospital, Dobby had already left through Apparition, while Karl was wandering alone in Hogwarts in the middle of the night. What he didn't know was that because of his frequent and abnormal departure from the dormitory in the middle of the night and the level of magic he had exposed before, his best friend had already become suspicious~...

Inside the Ravenclaw tower, in Karl's tightly locked drawer, the old diary started to flip by itself strangely.

"He went out again, this is the fifth time this week, but why he doesn't want to take me with him every time he goes out in the middle of the night, is he afraid that I will break his secret?

It's incredible that he is enough to suppress a full-grown house-elf in a frontal battle in his second year. Maybe I shouldn't put my mind on him, his spiritual will is too strong, it is really difficult to completely control him~...

Maybe I should find a chance to get away from him. If the elemental magic named "Thunder Spin" acts on my carrier, it will probably start to burn immediately...

Why is his level of magic so extremely powerful, completely capable of seeing through that idiot Lockhart, yet he admires him so much? No reason, it's not magical at all...

Overthinking one's abilities but also likes to express oneself, greedy for fame and fortune, likes to make noise, this is the most perfect friend in my mind~ah. And those two redheaded Weasleys, one selfish and cowardly and the other almost obsessed with power, were perfect...

So which one should I choose? It's really hard to choose..."