DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Bones to pieces!"

Carl slowly raised his right hand and did not speak again, a sky-blue magic light suddenly shot at Lockhart.

Lockhart's pupils shrank slightly, and at this extremely critical moment, he suddenly waved his emerald green cloak. The curse was bounced back and shot at the obsidian floor. The floor, which was still extremely hard after thousands of years, was blasted into a big crater. A large amount of gravel and dust filled the air, causing Lockhart to cough violently.

"It seems that Tom is really nice to you! He even improved the cloak I made, tsk tsk...why didn't he treat me like this when he was with me?"

Karl looked down at the damage caused by his spell, as if he was asking rhetorically, or talking to himself...

And Lockhart saw the power of the spell, and he no longer had the air of pretending in front of Harry before. He swallowed hard, and involuntarily took a few steps back.

Although the spell, which was just a little tentative, was resisted by the Forgiver Cloak improved by Tom, but Lockhart felt no sense of security when he touched the other magic items made by Carl on his body.

After all, he and all the little wizards and most of the professors at Hogwarts witnessed Karl's true strength in the dueling class that day, and there were even some leftovers.

"Harry, come flying!" After the test, Carl waved his hand and chanted the Flying Charm to pull Harry who was lying on the ground not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Wei Wei probed a bit, and his face instantly became gloomy. The Harry in front of him was basically an empty shell, not only lost 90% of his vitality, but even his soul seemed to be in a dying state after being kissed passionately by the dementors.

However, from a scientific point of view, he is still alive, because he still has a heartbeat, but in this case, he is not far from death...

Carl felt very unbelievable, how did Tom do this? In just a few minutes it was almost to Harry's death. He quickly took out a black rose from his pocket, tore off a petal, and put it into Harry's mouth.

This rose bred by draining a thousand-year-old basilisk and high-level black magic has extremely strong vitality and soul energy, and can temporarily hang Harry's secret.

"Where is Tom Riddle? Give him to me, and I can spare your life today, just report your crime to the Ministry of Magic, and it depends on your destiny whether you live or die.

But if you dare to fool me! I will let you never see the rising sun again, anyway, this is the secret room, and no one can find you staying here permanently with Slytherin. Hogwarts can report at most one missing person..."

After Harry settled down, Carl approached Lockhart step by step. He understood that Tom was the key. He used some method to almost plunder Harry's vitality in just a few minutes. It was too fast. too fast. Could it be because of the special relationship between the two?

Carl carefully guessed the many possible possibilities.

"Tom Riddle! Who is that? I don't know him at all. What are you talking about?" Lockhart refused to admit it now. He still expects Tom to come to rescue him after completing the ceremony.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The miserable green curse light hit Lockhart's feet, but strangely, it didn't have the slightest effect. Since the Avada Kedavra only targets living creatures and does not leave even a small wound, this is naturally the case when it is fired on a lifeless floor.

Lockhart has been with Tom for so long, and naturally he has also asked him about the characteristics of the three Unforgivable Curses during this period. Seeing that the floor was not damaged at all, he realized that this was a real death curse, and that shooting him with Karl's mana reserves would really kill people.

Thinking of this, Lockhart's legs went limp. He was only in his thirties, the golden age of his life. How could he die in this dark secret room?

"That~, that black diary is no longer in my hands!"

Lockhart yelled in panic, he didn't want to die yet.

"It took only a few minutes for Tom to sell you. Is it worth it? What~, did you hand him over to your admirer or did he absorb enough vitality now, and he is hiding in some place just to be on the safe side?" Playing resurrection games in a dark corner? You are really vicious!

You'd better give me an accurate answer, otherwise even Merlin's presence today won't be able to save you! "

Carl said viciously, his fingers clenched and then loosened.

"How can you think like this? It can't all be blamed on me!

When they got the diary from me, they were so happy, as if they couldn’t listen to anyone’s words, and I also reminded them that this thing has some dangers while increasing their knowledge, but what can they do if they don’t listen to me?

And they have gained knowledge, and their magic level has been greatly improved. Although they are lying on the hospital bed, they will wake up soon after their vitality is replenished. Once mastered, magic knowledge will not be lost so easily. Not everyone is as unlucky as I am.

And I also benefited from it, this should be a great thing that has the best of both worlds! "

Lockhart spread his hands and said innocently.

"While increasing knowledge, there are some dangers? Mystic knowledge +5, San value -3? Tell me, what is the difference between this and the evil things like Necronomicon and Devil's Code?"

Carl was suddenly laughed at by Lockhart's weird remarks. He has always been unafraid to speculate about wizards with the worst malice, but he didn't expect or believe that he would be so stupid...

He thought that Lockhart had fooled so many powerful wizards, wrote legendary stories, and could understand that power never comes from nothing, and any power that is easy to control is the bait of the devil.

But under Tom's few words, he completely fell.

"Torn apart!

You see, I can use this magic as I like without the magic props you made! "

As if to refute Carl's remarks, Lockhart took out his wand from the gorgeous wand sleeve on his waist and waved it casually. A faint light of magic power shot on the snake-shaped stone sculpture next to him, and shot out on it. A pothole the size of a thumb.

"Torn apart!"

Karl sneered disdainfully, and without even pulling out his wand, a ray of magic power that was far thicker than the previous spell hit the same serpentine stone carving.

The entire stone sculpture shattered suddenly, turning into a large amount of gravel and smoke and falling into the lake.

"That's it?"

Carl turned his head to look at his masterpiece, his words filled with endless sarcasm.

"I know that there is still a big gap in this strength compared with you real masters of magic, but I believe that time will tell everything.

And Tom also taught me Parseltongue! This is a very ancient language, and few people in the magic world know it now! "

Lockhart blushed and kept defending himself.

"Then do you know who the person you are making a deal with is Voldemort! Do you think he would be so kind? If he is really so warm-hearted, then the world's wizarding world is almost doomed

You thought you were his partner, his best friend? No, he told me the same thing before. But he saw that I was not good at messing with himself and ran away in despair.

And you are just a pawn in his hand that he can discard at will after using it! "

Carl kept sneering as he listened to Lockhart's words.

In his opinion, Lockhart has already been deeply influenced by Horcruxes. If Parseltongue can be learned so easily, it won't be extinct in the magic world now. And Harry Potter, who can inadvertently speak the language of the snake, is deeply entangled with Voldemort, and exists in the world as a walking Horcrux, so he can control the language of the snake.

With such a high level of magical talent, his scalp was numb by the obscure pronunciation for a while while studying by himself in the restricted area. And how could he, Lockhart Hede, master the Parseltongue in such a short period of time? Apart from being in contact with Tom Riddle for a long time and being corrupted by him unknowingly, Karl can't think of any other way to make it quick.

Carl stretched out his finger, drew a few times in the air, and wrote three words that exuded golden light: Tom Marvolo Riddle...

Then he rotated a circle counterclockwise with his fingers again, and the letters automatically switched positions, becoming the words "I am Voldemort!"...