DNF Meets Harry Potter

"The Daily Prophet? What are you looking at? A romance written by that old lady, Rita Skeeter?"

Carl got up from the recliner and asked curiously.

"You think I'm salty all the time during the summer vacation like you~..."

Naiyali turned her head and gave him a contemptuous look, then ignored him and opened the newspaper by herself.

Carl suddenly remembered that this year seemed to be the time for Sirius to escape from prison. He has done so many things at Hogwarts, and he doesn't know if the original plot will develop like that.

"Wait~, let me be healthy~..."

After realizing this, Karl quickly stopped Naiyali, who was about to leave, and took a copy under the girl's arrogant look.

As soon as he opened the newspaper, he saw the picture of Sirius roaring like a wild beast placed in the most striking position in the middle.

This couldn't help but let him breathe a sigh of relief, it's okay, it's okay. Although he has done so many things, the main body of the plot has basically not changed much. It's okay to play without losing control, but he has experienced the consequences of taking it off twice, and he bleeds heavily every time.

The first time it was almost overturned by Voldemort against the wind, and the second time even the resurrection stone was shattered.

He already doesn't want to do it again, every time he plays off is a huge test for his little heart, how can a normal person dare to play like this.

After learning the information he wanted to know, Carl lay down again leisurely, then covered his face with the newspaper to resist the somewhat poisonous sunlight and fell into a deep sleep.

Like the summer vacation of most elementary and middle school students in the Great Heavenly Dynasty, he stayed at the orphanage for nearly a month without leaving home. In the end, Naiyali couldn't bear it anymore, there is no passion in this kind of life! It really doesn't fit her status as Princess Naia.

"If you don't have some more fun, guess what will happen to you?"

Niyali cracked her knuckles, and smiled at Carl who was sitting on the sofa watching TV leisurely.

"Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you~ How about going shopping in Diagon Alley tomorrow?"

Carl waved his hand and said rather helplessly.

"This is more or less..."

The silver-haired girl brushed her hair, and said arrogantly, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

"Then rest early, it looks like it's going to rain tonight~..."

...

Four Privet Drive, Surrey.

"Don't worry, Vernon. The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. This is mainly a genetic problem, and no amount of education will work~..."

The fat Aunt Maggie sat in the bright living room, and cast a disdainful glance at Harry who was busy in the shadows.

Hearing this, Harry couldn't help clenching his fists.

"Calm down, Harry~...you can't violate the "Law on the Protection of Minor Wizards" and make trouble for Professor Dumbledore..."

After taking several deep breaths, coupled with non-stop psychological hints to himself, he managed to calm down.

"Actually, it's not all his father's fault. Maybe there's something wrong with his mother, as you can see from the dog.

If the bitch is having problems, the puppies will certainly not be much better. Don’t you think so, cutie~…”

But Aunt Marge was even more vicious at this time. She teased the Vernon family's dog with her fat hand, and the look of disdain on her face became more and more intense.

Hearing these words, Petunia beside her gritted her teeth, and her nails were deeply embedded in the tablecloth.

And how could Harry bear it now?

"Shut up! You fat bastard!"

Harry angrily threw the tablecloth in his hand to the ground, trembling with anger, and yelled at Aunt Maggie, and the lights in the living room began to flicker and go off like a haunted house.

"What? Is there something wrong with what I said? Do I need to repeat it?"

Aunt Marge laughed and held out a finger. But she didn't expect that under her horrified gaze, her fingers began to swell as if they were soaked in water, and then the buttons on her body bounced off one by one, and the sound of clothes being torn followed.

"Vernon! Help me! Help! What's going on?!"

Aunt Maggie yelled frantically when she noticed something strange about her body.

Petunia also stretched her neck at this time, looking at everything that happened in front of her in disbelief, but at this moment there was a look of schadenfreude in her eyes that couldn't be concealed.

The pearl necklace around Aunt Marge's neck bounced as she swelled and fell on Dudley's head. Vernon grabbed her swollen hand in panic, and Petunia covered her face with her hands to help, and no one would see her hidden smile.

There was a sudden chaos in the dining room, but none of this had anything to do with Harry. He returned to the room in three steps at a time, kicked the closet next to him angrily, then quickly opened the closet and began to pack his things.

"Turn her back! Bring her back!"

Vernon grabbed Harry's collar angrily, almost spraying Harry in the face with his saliva.

"She deserves it! Stay away from me!"

Harry took out his wand and pointed at Vernon icily. He even saw Death more than two months ago and was afraid of Vernon? At this moment, he didn't pay attention to the other party at all.

"They won't let you use magic outside of school! You have nowhere else to go!"

Seeing Harry's stern face, Vernon took a step back in fear, and then yelled as if remembering something.

"It doesn't matter, anywhere is better than here!"

Harry kicked open the door, said nothing without looking back, and disappeared into the heavy rain.

On a public bench beside Privet Drive, the Queen in a long red dress and a crown sat on it reservedly. It was still raining in the sky at this moment, but she seemed to be in another time and space, and there was not a drop of rain beside her.

As if aware of something, the queen raised her head slightly. In her sight, the inflated Aunt Marge kept growing in the rain.

Harry dragged the suitcase, the rain kept falling on his stubborn hair. He didn't stop, but just wiped the rainwater off his face and blended into the long night with the tears from the corners of his eyes.

The queen stood up from the public bench, and the bright red and blue rose in her hand instantly turned into a big umbrella.

In the rainy ground, the crisp sound of high heels and water splashes sounded so clearly in this silent night.

From a distance, the queen saw the stubborn young man who was dragging the suitcase in the rainy night, his body was drenched and his body was trembling constantly. The corners of her mouth raised slightly, and her steps quickened.

"This damn weather!"

Harry's glasses were completely blurred by the rain, and he had to stop and lower his head to take them off indiscriminately and wipe them on his soaked clothes.

The crisp sound of high heels in his ears became more and more crisp, and Harry didn't pay much attention to it, he was just a passerby~...