DNF Meets Harry Potter

But soon, Peter realized that something was wrong. At this moment, Karl has directly exposed him, how could he put him back intact.

Thinking of this, Peter suddenly felt his scalp go numb, and a gust of cold air went straight to the sky. Although he can't think of what method Karl will use to ensure that the secret will not be leaked, but thinking of the Cruciatus Curse just now, it is definitely not a gentle method...

"Forget everything!"

But before he could think carefully, a dazzling white light suddenly lit up. He only had time to let out a terrified scream before passing out.

"It's really cheap for you!"

Looking at Peter who was unconscious on the ground, Carl murmured indifferently, and at the same time put his wand on top of his head and began to weave false memories.

Of course, this dream was not a good one. During the dream, the mouse lying on the ground twitched from time to time.

In case Peter noticed something wrong with his memory, Karl only deleted the process of torturing him tonight, but added some new memories. In this case, Peter will only think that he is really used by him to practice transfiguration, and if he wants to cover up a memory, he will use another painful memory...

After dealing with everything, Karl gently closed his eyes, and started the daily meditation. Several purple fragments on his empty right hand were closing to form a dimensional stone...

The next morning, Carl got up from his meditation and roughly pulled Peter by the tail and lifted him upside down.

Peter let out a shrill scream on the spot, but when he saw the person in front of him, he quickly shut his mouth. In the false memory woven by Karl, he was tortured by the Transfiguration Curse last night, and the little wizard in front of him was so cruel that Satan was alive...

"Stop barking, if you bark again, I'll feed you some dish soap!"

Carl's smile looked innocent, but the words that came out of his mouth were terrifying. He yawned, held Peter's tail, opened the door of the Response Room and walked towards the auditorium. After all, it was almost time for breakfast...

"Ron, your mouse is really naughty~ You see, I almost bit my finger off last night~..."

After seeing Ron, Carl stretched out a finger and complained to him with some gloom. A smear of blood was clearly visible on it, which was left over from being scratched by sawdust after he had a fight with Peter last night. The only injury, and it has to be said that his acting was good, Ron should apologize to him for that.

And after Peter returned to Ron's hands, he burrowed into his pocket without saying a word, remembering what happened last night, he was scared when he saw Carl now.

After eating breakfast, Carl headed towards the principal's office step by step with a heavy heart. Since he can't get the diary back at this moment, it's better to show up with Dumbledore and admit his mistake early. Otherwise, when Tom's first attack started, the scene between him and Dumbledore would be too embarrassing.

"Bloody lollipop!"

With the correct password, the two monster statues outside the principal's room obediently split open. Carl immediately stepped forward and took the elevator to the door of the principal's room and knocked on the door...

The old headmaster was leisurely enjoying the egg tart pudding breakfast at the moment, and when he saw Carl come in, he waved to him with a smile on his face.

When it came to Dumbledore, Carl couldn't help lowering his head and fiddling with his hands, looking a little nervous.

"Carl, what is this~?"

Dumbledore tidied up his messy long beard, and asked with some doubts.

"What I want to say, don't be angry next time. Getting angry hurts your liver..."

Carl took a deep breath, and began to organize the words in his mind, one after another was crossed out by him.

"I'm the headmaster of Hogwarts, and I won't lose my temper with my students. Tell me~, but speak slowly, the old people can't accept information as quickly as you young people..."

Dumbledore took a sip of his black tea and said with a smile.

"Diary~, the diary ran away with long legs..."

After quickly finishing this passage, Carl immediately lowered his head and drove away again. This time, the responsibility really rests on him.

Dumbledore: "!!!"

After hearing these words, the old headmaster lost his composure for a moment. He deeply understood how much damage an out-of-control Horcrux could do to Hogwarts.

"Then how exactly did this process happen?"

Dumbledore put away his smiling expression, and said somewhat seriously.

"A powerful wizard used the "Ultimate Blast" to forcibly blow open the magically sealed drawer~... I guess it should be the remaining henchmen of Voldemort. They must have learned something from Lucius before doing so!"

Carl blushed and started to throw the blame crazily, but to be honest, he was not entirely to blame for this incident. Who would have thought that Peter Pettigrew would make such a good show like taking the wrong medicine.

"Sorry, professor... I was careless this time, I didn't expect that there would be Death Eaters breaking into Hogwarts~..."

Carl lowered his head and said softly, somewhat apologetically.

"I don't blame you for this incident~... Everyone will be negligent. But before the danger happens, we must think of countermeasures~..."

Dumbledore said to Carl calmly, as he said before, he would not be angry with his students, even if it was Tom, he was just sad that he did not teach him well...

"Actually, it's not that I didn't get words out of my diary at all. For example, it is said that I found the secret room fifty years ago, and the monster inside was a terrifying thousand-year-old basilisk. The monster Good guy~, I almost scared me to death, but fortunately I was superior in the end. I had a big fight with it, and then it..."

Carl glanced at Dumbledore nervously, then reached out and took out a small crystal bottle from his school uniform pocket. Inside, dozens of hideous fangs dripping with unknown liquid gleamed under the refraction of light.

"Very courageous!" Dumbledore stared at the things in the crystal bottle in front of him, and then smiled gratifiedly, "More than 90% of adult wizards will die tragically after encountering such a monster. After defeating and killing it, maybe I think you can enter Gryffindor at the beginning~..."

"It's just luck. I just happen to be able to clearly feel the movement around me even with my eyes closed..."

Carl smiled, and didn't answer the question. He looked at Dumbledore apologetically. The old headmaster still looked like he was sure of winning, and his eyes through the semicircular glasses were still so wise, and he couldn't see the slightest bit. flustered.