Harry Potter's Catastrophe

The strong smell of excrement filled the air. The pale man was stunned for a while, then he immediately put away his fangs and covered his nose and retreated.

"Move him out!" Mike's voice suddenly sounded in the dark corner, "Hurry up, it's really off-putting..."

The pale man looked at the thief who was unconscious on the chair, with his lower body soaked to the skin and a sticky black-yellow substance still leaking from his trousers. He resisted the urge to burn it all on fire, holding the back of the chair and dragging him out of the room. .

The moment the door to the room was opened, the corner of the room was illuminated by the candlelight outside. A dark lace coffin stood in the corner. The lid of the coffin was open, but it was empty inside.

The pale man moved quickly and returned to the room in a moment. Carrying a new chair and a new pair of underwear, the thief man returned to the room and tied them up again.

"There is also a carpet." Mike's voice sounded from the dark corner opposite the coffin, which was not illuminated by light.

"You don't have to do anything, right?" the pale man said to the corner.

"Whoever makes it will handle it." Mike said calmly. "Don't you lock people up and not let them urinate?"

"I can't believe I haven't done that in years."

The pale man stared hard at the unconscious thief man, and dragged the blanket on the floor out to dispose of it. Whoever made it and who dealt with it didn't make it, but he caught this person and scared him out.

This time the pale man came back after a long time, and when he came back he had changed into new clothes.

The pale man came to the window and looked out the window. The moonlight was fading and the night was about to pass.

The heavy curtains were drawn, and the room turned into a dark world where one could not see anything. All one could hear was the sound of a large wooden cover being moved, and then the sound of something closing...

. . . . . . . . .

Boom, boom, boom.

"Who?"

Boom, boom, boom.

"Wait a moment."

Boom, boom, boom.

"immediately."

Boom, boom, boom.

"coming."

Carney woke up from the bed, and very ruthlessly picked up the wand and waved it at the clothes on the chair. Carney got up and started to put on his clothes, jumped out of bed, and put his legs through his pants.

It only took less than ten seconds to get up and get dressed. If it weren't for the sleepiness on his face and the hair flying randomly due to his improper sleeping position, it would be impossible to tell that he was still lying in bed just now.

"Who is it, so early in the morning..." It might be Professor McGonagall, or it might be the beautiful girl Claudia Dove from Beauxbatons Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry, or some special service.

"Hello." Opening the door, the above guess was all right. An unexpected person came, and he was not among the welcome people.

"Good morning, Carney Strang!" said a man with a big black beard who thought he was kind when he smiled. The person who came was none other than the black-bearded professor of the Durmstrang Academy of Dark Arts.

"Hello, what's the matter?" Carney did not open the door, but only left a small opening just for himself. Carney did not welcome him in. Although there was nothing unpleasant about them, it would be rude not to invite guests in, although for Carney, who was still a child, it didn't matter so much.

"Won't you invite me to come in and sit down?" the black-bearded professor from Durmstrang Academy of Dark Arts said, thinking he was smiling kindly.

"No, if nothing happens, I'll close the door." Carney said and pretended to close the door. In fact, he really wanted to close the door. Although he saw someone who didn't look good, he was still very sleepy.

But I still want to hear what shit this big black beard is going to say. Maybe it’s flattery or something, but I can listen to it to feel comfortable.

"Hey, hey, there's something wrong." The black-bearded professor from Durmstrang Academy of Dark Arts said quickly, looking around to see how he could continue.

"Mr. Strang, I am David Plit, Professor of Transfiguration at Durmstrang Academy of Magic. I came to you specifically to ask you if you are thirsty for power?" Durmstrang Academy of Dark Arts Professor Daheizi introduced himself.

"No, I don't crave power." Carney said simply, how could he be fooled by such an obvious temptation.

"No, you are eager. From the first moment I saw you, I knew you were the kind of person who longed for power, Mr. Strang." Professor Plitt, the big black bearded professor of Durmstrang Academy of Dark Arts, pressed his hand. On the door, the opening of the door is still the same, and the door does not move at all.

Plit, the big black bearded man from Durmstrang Academy of Dark Arts, naturally put his arm on the door, but the door remained motionless.

His hands were moving and his mouth never stopped.

"Come to Durmstrang Academy of Magic, where you can get power you can't imagine, with one-on-one tutoring from professors in various subjects, and a large number of books to read for free. All the magic you want to learn is available, only you can't imagine it, without us Can't do it..."

"Sorry, not interested." Carney interrupted Da Heizi's endless advertisement and refused directly. Professor Plit, the big black bearded professor of Durmstrang Academy of Dark Arts, closed the door without waiting for anything else.

Even though Professor Plit, the big black bearded professor of Demonster Academy of Dark Arts, had his whole arm on the door, he could no longer stop Carney from closing the door.

How could Carney not know his little thoughts? He could probably guess a little bit.

The two guesses are that either I am really poaching, or I am a Death Eater. The Death Eaters are also poaching, and they even want to find opportunities to kill me.

"I'm thinking about it. It won't be too late to give me a reply after the exchange meeting. If it's because it's too far away from home, don't worry. We have Saturday and Sunday as holidays and we will pick you up and drop you off home. London is not far away either." Dems Across the doorway is Professor Plit, the big black bearded professor from the Trang Academy of Black Magic.

Seeing no response from the room, Plit, the black-bearded professor of Durmstrang Academy of Dark Arts, left.

Carney in the room had already lost his sleep, and his face turned a little ugly.

He already knew the purpose of Professor Plit, the big black bearded professor of Durmstrang Academy of Dark Arts. What he said before was all nonsense, and the last sentence was the key point.

London is not far either.

Carney immediately thought of the worst. If Voldemort knew about him, his family would be exposed. This was a problem that should have been thought of long ago.

The principal of Durmstrang Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry was once a member of Lord Voldemort, an out-and-out Death Eater. There was a high possibility that there were other Death Eaters hiding in the school.

If the big black bearded Plit was a Death Eater, then he would have to think carefully about his words. The worst result would be that his parents would fall into the hands of Voldemort.

If the Death Eaters failed to assassinate him, they would most likely attack his family.

Whether it was a threat or a warning, Carney didn't know.

On the bright side, the big black bearded guy might just be poaching people, talking about welfare, and he is overly concerned.

Or maybe Dumbledore had arranged for comrades to be near his home or something, but then he thought it was impossible. He was not Harry, so how could anyone monitor his home.

Carney was in a bad mood early in the morning and had no sleepiness.