DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Congratulations to the host for successfully killing the hound of Tindalus and obtaining the certificate of the time traveler (artifact)!

　　 Congratulations to the host for spanning thousands of years and gaining a thousand years (inheritance) × 1, a thousand steps (rare) × 5! "

　　 The system's cold prompt sounded truthfully in Karl's ears, but unfortunately he couldn't hear it anymore, because he had now entered a deep coma, and it took a long time to wake up.

　　 He has to thank the immortal body for the powerful and injury-free ability that made him survive the turbulence of time and space abruptly, or else there will be no more scum left behind by others who have died long ago.

　　 But this is the case, and his current situation is extremely miserable.

　　 At this moment, his magic power has already been exhausted by resisting the turbulence of time and space, and the dark eye in his heart is extremely weak. He knew that if he did it again, he would definitely play gg.

　　 The magical robes that were originally excellent for defense have long lost their effect. They were cut into rags by the force of time and space, and the system would not need it for recycling. He sat on the gravel ground, resisting the great dizziness in his mind, and turned on transcendent perception.

　　 The severe pain coming from his body made Karl almost fainted, he took a breath and began to observe his injuries.

　　 The most powerful attribute of time-space turbulence is tearing. From the perspective of God brought by transcendence, Carl clearly saw that several bones in his **** back were about to be exposed.

　　 The flesh and blood on his arms have disappeared more than half. The hideous wounds all show the terrible injuries he has received before, and a wound on his abdomen almost extends to his chest. He coughed violently, and there were some internal organs in the blood.

　　 "That **** mad dog..."

　　 Carl now has no strength to yell at him. He resisted the pain and took out the shining Remy to help put them on the ground, gasping for breath and took off the stopper and started taking medicine.

　　 The high-end potions made by the priests worked very well. Carl lay on the ground and clearly felt a huge vitality injected into his body, and the extremely hideous wounds on his body were faintly showing colorful light.

Under the action of the potion, those wounds that were still bleeding quickly stopped bleeding, and countless small granules sprouted from the wounds, and then began to grow rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. The white and tender skin quickly grew bigger. The area began to cover the wound.

　　 Although he can't heal him, at least he can restore some mobility, so that he won't have the slightest strength to walk on this unknown land.

　　 Suddenly, a dizziness violently hit. Carl strenuously stretched out a hand to set up a safe guard around him, and then he could no longer bear the physical and mental exhaustion and fell to the ground and fell asleep.

I don’t know how long it took, a young man with red hair and a top hat appeared on the distant horizon. He was about twenty years old, with a silver sword stuck in his waist, one that was enough to make Karl excited when he saw it. The ruby ​​that jumped up immediately was set on the hilt.

　　 "Huh~?"

　　 Seems to be aware of something obstructing, Qingyoung let out a cry, and then became excited as if thinking of something. He concealedly took out a small wooden stick from his sleeve, tapped it in the void, and muttered a word.

　　 A voice sounded like a broken mirror, and the void in front of the young man began to fluctuate and gradually revealed its true face.

　　 "Such a serious injury, is it the little wizard who was chased by the Holy See and awakened by the magic riot?"

Hey! It's so lucky for you to meet me! "

　　 The young man lowered his eyes and appeared next to Carl in the next moment. He raised his hair extremely narcissistically, picked up Carl somewhat carefully, and quickly left this place under the wind.

　　……

　　 In a dimly lit cave, Carl moved his fingers, and the various sense organs in his body were recovering. Immediately afterwards, he blinked a little laboriously and sat up on the stone bed.

　　 "Fuck! I was seen out again. The last time I saw it was Dumbledore's old glass? I don't know who it is this time. I hope I won't be a copper alchemist~..."

Feeling the roughness of the linen clothes and trousers that I don’t know who changed him, Carl lowered his head. The **** palms were already wrapped in bandages. Although they were not very good-looking, they avoided it. The wound is inflamed.

　　The clothes on his body are very large, and they are not worn by people of his size. So when he got out of bed and walked, he had to support it with one hand, and his trouser legs were stretched several layers.

　　 "Where am I now? When is it? How do I go back?"

　　 Karl tugged at the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but ask the soul three times. Judging from the clothes on his body, he understands that he might have crossed again this time, so who else wears such clothes in modern times? !

　　 "What an uncute kid, I think you should lie down now!"

　　 It seems to have heard the movement from the cave. As soon as the red-haired youth walked in, he saw Karl who was furious and suspicious that life was incompetent.

　　 "Your stone bed is too hard, my back hurts! And, uncle, who are you? The place where I lay before is more comfortable than this!"

　　 Carl curled his lips, looked back, and said only a little straw was laid out, and he said angrily as if he had just cut out the stone bed. There is no harm if there is no comparison. He has faintly missed the velvet bed at Hogwarts now.

　　 "What do you call me? Uncle?!"

　　 The smile on the face of the red-haired young man disappeared instantly. He is only twenty-three this year, and he is in his youth. How come he has become a greasy uncle in this kid’s mouth?

　　 "You have to be a good man! Your weather-beaten face is more than enough to say thirty years old~......"

　　 Carl uttered a random word, then flipped his wrist, the walnut wand transformed by a golden wand appeared in his hand. He looked down again at his extremely unfit linen clothes, and lit his wand.

　　 The red-haired young man looked at the style of Karl's wand. Although there was some doubt in his eyes, he still didn't say anything. He just suppressed the curiosity in his heart and watched quietly what he wanted to do.

　　 Soon, the clothes and pants automatically changed to fit the body. Then he put away his wand with a bit of annoyance. He was injured very badly before, even after taking a bunch of potions. Now the magic power in his body is still not left. It seems a bit difficult to change clothes. Just like that, he almost committed hypoglycemia. Up.

　　 Karl rubbed his face and shook his head, trying to get rid of the dizziness in his mind. After some tossing, he finally stood still and did not fall down, otherwise it would be too shameful.

　　 The red-haired young man stared blankly at Carl's operation. Why is this plot different from what he imagined? Shouldn't it be crying and thanking myself for picking him back from the road, and then crying and hugging his thigh?

　　 How can anyone wake up from a coma and fiddle with their clothes for the first time!