DNF Meets Harry Potter

"I think I've pretty much understood what happened, you guys go back first..." Dumbledore rubbed his temples in a weary manner, then blinked at everyone, "The final exam is coming soon~ ..."

Karl nodded, and pulled Naiyali who was beside him and walked towards the gate. Harry and Ron thought about it, and felt that they didn't seem to have anything to do at the moment, so they followed suit.

"What about me? What should I do if they are all gone? I am a master of magic! I will definitely thank you all when I regain my memory!"

Lockhart looked around, he was alone in the principal's office besides his master, Dumbledore.

Neither sitting nor standing. At the same time, he thought to himself, the story Karl and Nayali just told was good, and it must have a wide audience.

Sure enough, Lockhart even lost his memory. But there are some instincts engraved in the bones that cannot be forgotten...

"Professor Lockhart, I have notified the Ministry of Magic of the whole story. I believe their investigators will arrive by tomorrow at the latest.

And before that, I believe Madam Pomfrey of our school hospital will take good care of you, she has always been very tolerant towards patients~..."

Dumbledore lowered his eyes and glanced at him with some disgust, and said lightly.

Because of Lockhart's greed for power, there were several serious attacks at Hogwarts, causing several junior wizards to be drained of vitality, and they are still lying on the hospital bed.

For this kind of bastard, Dumbledore naturally would not have the idea of ​​keeping him. Gilderoy's surname is Lockhart not Hagrid~, he still needs Lockhart to go in and replace Hagrid...

As for the opponent's fate, according to Fudge's thinking, Dumbledore already had a rough guess. The Ministry of Magic has once again wronged a good guy, and Fudge probably can't sit still at the moment, all hats will definitely be put on Lockhart's head whether it is true or not. But what does this have to do with him, Dumbledore?

The consecutive attacks some time ago, the roaring letters sent by the parents almost blasted his office, he needs a point of public opinion to reassert the credibility of the Ministry of Magic.

Think about it, the owner of the third class Medal of the Order of Merlin, a famous adventurer, a best-selling author... would be confused by the evil magic props left by the Dark Lord, isn't this a big melon? The kind of big melon that even Awada can't eat~...

Casually dismissing Lockhart to leave, Dumbledore looked at the two destroyed Horcruxes on the table, tapped the table rhythmically with his index finger, and at the same time pressed the Elder Wand against his temple, wisps of silver The white memory was copied and pulled out.

What happened today was really beyond his expectation. He never thought that Carl and Harry would meet the god of death. This god who has always been known for his narrow-mindedness in myths and legends even mercifully let them go. horse.

"Except for Karl's mysterious but normal dimensional power, does this power~... come from his sister Nayari?"

Dumbledore lightly put his hand on the diary with a big hole in the middle, a dark, deep and...with a little crazy feeling spread down his fingers to the depths of his brain~...

right! That's right! Just crazy! This is Dumbledore's most intuitive feeling about this power. Even Voldemort's magic power is not darker than this power~...

According to his investigation, the orphanage where Carl and Tom were born together has never had a little girl named Niyali, and this is very interesting~...

"Dimensional power~, aren't the ancient elves controlling the power of nature and the power of elements? How could there be dimensional power?

Maybe the page of the book handed down from the era of the Big Four can tell me the answer~ It seems that the person who claims to be Prey Isis controls the power of the same dimension as him..."

Dumbledore kept murmuring and got up and walked to the bookshelf. A magic book on the top shelf of the bookshelf slowly fell down, and was grasped by the headmaster who was old and strong.

He opened the book directly, and a roll of yellowed ancient parchment appeared before his eyes.

"Even if you laugh at me as the most stubborn lunatic, I don't mind.

Just seeing you all living peacefully in ordinary life and living with gratitude every day makes me very happy.

After all, that terrifying existence,

The existence that can only survive by sacrificing the lives of believers,

You shouldn't have known.

Simple and ignorant happiness, living a life without knowing anything, is the ordinary life you should enjoy.

There is absolutely no way I could admit to that twisted reality, even though it was my life's work.

Or fall to the bottom of hell,

Either it's the broken sky that comes to the other side of the dimension.

Between wasted reality and twisted truth,

I can only, together with her, continue to walk until the end of time and space~…——Prey Isis』

After Lockhart left, Dumbledore was the only one left in the empty office, when a voice suddenly sounded.

"Dimension...dimension~, a dependent from an unknown dimension? What kind of contract is that?

Could it be that the little wizards who have inherited this kind of power have madness engraved in their bones~, this is much more terrifying than the three unforgivable curses and those black magics that erode the soul, and if you are not careful, you will become a madman and fall into eternal madness All of them were blessed by Merlin.

After signing a contract with a strange existence in an unknown dimension, it's hard to believe that his mental state is so good..."

"Albus, you have met an incredible student~..."

On the wall behind Dumbledore's seat, a skinny old man was chattering and expressing his opinions in the picture frame, and he listened to the entire conversation just now.

"I admire his ambition and thirst for power, as well as the noblest bloodline! He should have been the best Slytherin since Hogwarts opened! This shabby hat must have been a hit. , actually assigned him to an academy full of nerds!"

In another portrait, a middle-aged wizard dressed as a black wizard with a sullen expression spoke highly of Carl, and the dislike of the Sorting Hat on his face almost overflowed the frame.

"No no no! I'm the Sorting Hat that never goes wrong! He should go to Ravenclaw! Check out the final diary of that fellow Pray Isis!

Exploring endless dimensions in wasted reality and distorted truth, if Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw herself was still alive, she would definitely not be tempted to accept him as a student herself! "

Hearing these words, the hat on the bookshelf that had been cleaned by Naiyali immediately quit. It jumped three feet high from the bookshelf to the desk, grinning unwillingly. Looking weakly at the Shaman of Prey, he retorted.