DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Hurt~, let's not talk about this..." Sirius smiled, Harry finally came to him, and he suddenly felt that this topic was a bit too heavy. "Get some rest early, we will leave tomorrow morning!"

Carl frowned slightly. He was thinking of getting the locket with this opportunity, but the situation didn't seem to be that right now.

As a house elf, Kreacher would never go against his master’s order to give him the locket unless he used the Imperius Curse, but he asked himself that he was not the kind of dark wizard with no bottom line, so this thought It just passed in a flash in his mind.

Then, just wait...

The whole night passed quickly. Early in the morning, Kreacher reluctantly laid out pieces of toasted sandwiches and hot milk, and stood quietly beside him, waiting for Sirius' orders.

"How should we get there later? Floo powder or Apparition?"

Harry took a bite of the sandwich and asked curiously. But from the bottom of his heart, he didn't want to use these two methods. The last time Floo fans transported him to Turnover Alley, he was almost abducted by the old witch.

As for Apparition~...The feeling of the person who doesn't carry this magic is really hard to explain.

"No, no, no...neither...

Quidditch lovers from all over the world will come to England this year, and the fireplace is not enough; as for Apparition, you can’t expect this magic to cross the ocean..."

Lupin shook his head slightly, and explained to Harry gently.

"Since it doesn't work, what should we do?"

Harry lifted his glasses and asked with some excitement. He thought he wouldn't be tortured this time.

"You'll know soon!"

Sirius solemnly took out a black box from under the table, opened it, and found an old paint bucket lying quietly in it.

"What's this, a paint bucket?" Harry's eyes twitched. He thought it was a magical item, but it turned out to be just a paint bucket.

That's it?

"No, no, this is not a paint bucket. If I guess right, this is our ticket to the stadium, a door key, it has the ability to travel through space over long distances..."

Carl took a sip of milk, glanced sideways at the mottled paint bucket on the table, and said lightly.

"How did you know?!" Sirius was astonished in an instant, except for the Quidditch World Cup that happens every four years, it's not something you can see casually.

"I know everything related to space and dimension..."

A mysterious smile was drawn at the corner of Carl's mouth, and he wiped the milk stains from the corner of his mouth and spoke slowly.

"Pretend to be mysterious again!" Sirius glanced at him with some contempt and then pushed the box to the center. "The method of using the door key is very simple. It is a trigger type. Just press and hold a corner..."

"I know what you said~..." Carl glared at him equally unwillingly. "But, why don't you choose a better one? This key is made like a real paint bucket, and it smells too unpleasant. It's..."

"Well... and smelly socks, leftover canned herring, rotten boots... Which one do you want, I'll listen to you next time..."

With a playful smile on Sirius's face, he tapped his fingers on the table rhythmically, listing the door key categories with heavier taste one by one.

"Mouth area~..." The power of language is powerful. Hearing the term ‘heavy taste’ this time, Karl almost squirted out the milk he had just drunk in his mouth.

After taking several deep breaths, he finally suppressed the strong nausea in his heart.

He didn't know what the staff at the Ministry of Magic were thinking about all day long, it was disgusting that caused it.

The smile on Harry's face also gradually disappeared. He also didn't understand why the good door key had to be made like this, in order to disgust the user?

"The game will start in about a few hours, if you are all ready then we can pass..."

Sirius pulled a tissue and wiped the ketchup from his mouth with a grin. He didn't have much to prepare.

Carl and the others nodded, and after breakfast they went back to their rooms.

They don't plan to pass by like Sirius with their hands empty. It's not enough to watch a movie without water and popcorn. At least you have to bring some snacks for this kind of live broadcast!

Ten minutes later, a few people who were all ready were sitting around the table one after another.

"It looks like you are all ready!"

While talking, Sirius pushed the box in the middle.

Carl pursed his lips and found a fairly clean corner with a look of disgust, stretched out a finger and pressed it. Seeing Carl operating cautiously, Sirius chuckled and indifferently stretched out a hand and grabbed the paint bucket.

Harry followed closely and squeezed the lid of the paint bucket. The disgust on Nayari's face was even worse, and she snorted and grabbed Carl's arm.

The door key was triggered immediately, and the sad Harry felt like he was crumpled and packed in a small and airtight box, and the box was still rolling down from the hillside...

But fortunately, this feeling didn't last long, otherwise he felt that he would really be unable to hold it anymore.

Carl took Naiyali and landed steadily on the ground, her face still ruddy, this kind of long-distance space movement can be done without the door key, it's just a matter of preparation and the length of singing time~...

Sirius and Lupin trembled slightly ~www.readwn.com~, but they quickly offset this side effect in their own way. Harry was much more miserable. He fell directly to the ground in embarrassment, with Venus staring in his eyes~...

"Sir, I think you need some of this~..."

There was a shrill voice, and a house elf humbly squatted down to pick up Harry's glasses that had fallen on the ground and handed it over, and at the same time took out a piece of chocolate.

The whole process was extremely proficient, without a trace of muddy. Obviously, this house elf is specially trained to receive pure-blooded nobles...

"Mr. Black, your tent is nearby. Do you need me to take you there?"

The elf bowed again towards Sirius and pointed in the direction with his thin fingers.

"I don't need this!" Sirius shook his head and glanced at the house elf who was hosting them a little strangely.

When will Kreacher be so obedient like him? !