Harry Potter's Catastrophe

The first grade wizards looked at each other. Is this what humans do?

"We are not afraid. We are safe in school." A little wizard said.

"Really, I can't get close to the girls' dormitory, but I still know your first-year dormitory. You can move up and down, but I can still go in without anyone noticing, and cut your little friends into pieces after you are asleep. Get down and hang them in strings above your bed."

The male wizards were all shocked when they heard this, and their crotches tightened.

"Dumbledore won't allow you to do anything." The sensible person was not intimidated.

"Dumbledore?" Carney didn't take it to heart at all, "Dumbledore doesn't care about you, if you do something bad." After Carney said that, he walked away, leaving an unfathomable figure behind.

Carney was thinking as he returned to the dormitory. They mentioned Dumbledore. Did they already find Dumbledore? Then he was no longer a prophet.

Then the last conversation was a bit unforgettable. Carney was not worried, so what could he do if he knew about it? They were still living the same life. He had no conflict with Dumbledore, and he did not rule the wizarding world.

He cleared the table, took out the Black Ghast Tree, and placed it in the center of the table. The strange-shaped flower pots and plants immediately attracted the attention of others. Carney always likes to make some weird things recently.

The apple that can't be eaten without spoiling, the wooden man that chases people and beats them, the crystal ball that can shrink pets and put them away, what is it now?

"What is this? A tree?" Ron stared at the black tree in the crystal flowerpot and asked. It didn't look like a flower or grass, and it wasn't too small to be a tree.

"Shrinking spell?" Harry had been practicing spells frequently recently. If it was a tree, it would be the reason for the shrinking spell.

"Yes, I shrunk it." Carney said with satisfaction, "Harry, I have to say that your recent spell practice has been useful."

"What kind of tree is this? Is there anything magical about it?" Simo poked his quill through the hollow and hit the tree.

"Is this...the Black Ghast Tree?" Neville looked closer. He was a little unsure. It was a tree that could eat people.

Carney placed his palm above the flower pot, and small drops of water kept falling from his palm.

"Yes." After Carney answered, Neville was surprised and tactically leaned back, moving further away from the flower pot.

"What kind of black evil tree? I seem to have heard of it before." Ron squinted his eyes. This was the period after the start of this semester.

"Now it is an ornamental tree, one of my collections." Carney patted Neville on the shoulder to reassure him, "Without my permission. It will always be this small."

After the others learned that this was a tree that would eat human flesh and leave only bones, they immediately lost interest and walked around Carney's table.

Early the next morning, Kani cast a spell next to the Forbidden Forest. Underage wizards were prohibited from entering and would be stopped by an invisible barrier.

"Carney, I am increasingly suspicious that you are not a little wizard at all." Hagrid looked at the size of the barrier, which already included all the Forbidden Forest near Hogwarts.

"No way, I'm just such a genius." Carney said proudly.

"I don't think those little wizards can get in." If you want to get around the barrier, you have to go around a long distance. Of course, you can cross it by flying higher with a broom, but they can't even use a broom, and they can't take flying lessons. It was a complete mess, and many of them fell down mid-flight.

"Of course, but it's also possible if they dig underground to the other side of the barrier. Hagrid, you have to put away the tools, although this can't be done in a day or two." Carney put his hands on his hips. There are still many ways to pass the barrier.

"I have put all those things in the basement and will never allow them to come near the forest again." Hagrid did not dare to indulge those little wizards anymore. He could not afford the responsibility for them being injured in the Forbidden Forest.

News of Professor Lockhart's hospitalization spread like wildfire, and the notice came down that Professor Lockhart would no longer be able to continue teaching. The post of Defense Against the Dark Arts was temporarily held by Professor Snape, Head of Slytherin.

He finally got his wish, although it only took more than a month.

Upon hearing the news that Lockhart was hospitalized and unable to teach, the students cheered happily without caring about the condition of their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's injury, except for Lockhart's fans, but the students had just started cheering when they were The news that Nap has temporarily taken up the role of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has dampened the slump.

This is not as good as Professor Gilderoy Lockhart's class, at least there will be no venomous sarcasm and points deduction.

Many people began to care about Lockhart's life and death. No, they were concerned about Lockhart's condition. Seventy or eighty people had already sent recovery cards to Professor Lockhart.

It is unknown whether there is any mischief magic inside, and Lockhart, who was in a coma, could not open it to find out.

Hermione didn't care what happened to Lockhart, but was seriously reading a book about the habits of unicorns.

Sure enough, someone hit the barrier that afternoon, and he rushed over to see which restless little wizard was so disobedient.

"Um, Hermione, why are you here?" It was Hermione who hit the barrier and fell to the ground with one hand covering her forehead. A basket fell on the ground, and some mushrooms and fresh grass were scattered.

Carney wasn't sure whether he cried or not because he was covering his face, but the pain from the sound must have been quite serious.

"What was that thing just now?" Hermione asked in pain. She felt as if her head had hit a wall. The impact made her whole head dizzy, and there seemed to be a big bump on her head.

"That's the barrier I just put up this morning. Are you okay?" Carney helped Hermione up and saw the corners of her eyes were red and there was a red bump on her head.

"Does it still hurt?" Carney stretched out his hand and put his palm on Hermione's forehead. When he picked it up again, it was back to normal.

"No...it's okay." Hermione felt a little uneasy and touched her forehead, but the bulge was gone. The pain on his head seemed to have been magically removed by Carney. The pain disappeared when he pressed his palm on his forehead, and it disappeared when he opened the bag again. Hermione was very sure that this was not magic. He had learned so much from Madam Pomfrey. It takes a long time, but the magic can disappear without touching it with hands.

"Are you...going to feed the pigs?" Carney said, looking at the basket on the ground.

"Of course not, I'm looking for unicorns." Hermione said angrily and put all the scattered things back into the basket.

"Why did you put up a barrier?" Hermione asked confused, which caused her to crash badly.

"Because of the unicorn, I'm worried that another little wizard will run into the Forbidden Forest. If something happens, Gryffindor will have to deduct points." Carney said, "I thought you would go on the weekend. Woolen cloth."