DNF Meets Harry Potter

At night, there was a crackling noise from time to time in the campfire, and Gryffindor was sleeping on a straw mat on the ground, reminiscing the conversation during the day.

　　 "This kid said he was almost dead again? What does this mean, is it possible that he died once?

　　 is really confusing! "

　　After thinking about it, he didn't think of a reason. He simply didn't bother to think about it again. After remembering this firmly, he closed his eyes and started to rest.

　　 And Karl, lying on the bed, is far less comfortable than him, because of the daytime overload cast his injuries secretly broke out, and the power remaining in the turbulent flow of time and space on his body also began to make trouble.

　　 The color of the bandage that originally oozes a little dark red has become more vivid...

　　Although he threw two layers of mats, the stone bed was still extremely hard and cold. He bit his lips and curled up. The dimensional magic that had been hard to recover during the day was squandered again in order to use the power of reducing time and space to further erosion.

　　 "Wori! It really hurts! Why hasn't the history of the Dimension Walker and the Chaos Walker developed a technique that can block pain!"

　　 And if those dimensional professors on the Arad continent heard his heart, they would definitely sneer. Don’t you know that the people who walk in our line are all perverts commonly known as lunatics and strangers?

　　 Afraid of pain, it does not exist! It's too shameful for Jill, how can I be afraid of the pain? Take your skirt off! Don't say that you have ever obtained the inheritance of the Dimensional Walker, the craziness of distorting reality is the pursuit of your life!

　　 And if Gryffindor got up from the ground and looked at him, he would find that Carl's lips were white, and cold sweat was constantly oozing from his forehead.

　　 For him, this night is not destined to be a peaceful night...

　　……

　　 The night will eventually pass. In the early morning, the sun has not yet come out, there is no wind, everything is quiet.

Gryffindor got up from the ground and stretched out comfortably. He slept soundly even after hitting the floor. He walked to the entrance of the cave and looked from a distance. The sky above the wasteland was enveloped by a thin cloud, like a girl's boudoir bed. The curtain on the side, hazy...

　　 The bonfire had already been extinguished some time ago, and only a pile of black ashes was still smoking.

　　 Carl forcibly picked up his energy and stood up from the stone bed, touched his back, wet, the original rough gray-brown linen clothes had been soaked in cold sweat last night.

　　 He propped himself with his hands, his face was pale and scary, and his hair was knotted in pinches because of sweat. He smiled bitterly and sighed slightly while looking at himself in his glasses.

Carl glanced into the cave, but did not find Gryffindor. Just when he was surprised, the other party walked in. Behind him, there was a tub full of clear water. It turned out that he had just woke up and saw it soon. Carl on the bed didn't wake him up, but chose to fetch water.

"Why is your complexion so bad?" Gryffindor shook him and his complexion became a little dignified. He walked over quickly and gently lifted the hair of Carl's forehead. It was no longer the sand sculpture and the second form before, so solemnly. To say.

　　 But when he withdrew his finger, he didn't want to bring a bit of bright red blood. It turned out that the bandage wrapped around his forehead was accompanied by a little bit of hair.

　　 "There is no problem for the time being, I can still hold it." Karl shook his head, "It just takes some time, I think we should go now~..."

　　 After that, he was struggling to get up. He hadn't eaten anything since the first time he woke up. He just drank some water. He couldn't wait to find a hotel in the town and have something to eat.

　　 "Hiss~, this is really not something normal people can bear~..."

　　 Feeling the huge tearing sensation coming from the wound where the body moved, Carl's delicate face was about to be distorted.

　　 Under the stone bed are also the unusually ugly linen shoes that Gryffindor had previously prepared for him. His shoes had been torn apart in the violent turbulence of time and space.

　　 It's not that he has never thought of buying gold coins in the system mall, but he can think about it, this TM is the Middle Ages. In Europe now, the power of the Holy See can be said to have reached its zenith, and it has put faith in its hands early.

　　 If he wears the distinctive robes and shoes of the Arad continent and goes out and is seen by Muggles on his front feet, he might be chased by the Holy See on his back feet. After thinking about it, he decides to wrong himself first.

　　 Wizard! heresy! You need to purify your ugly soul with a pure holy fire. May God forgive you for your sins, Amen!

　　Mom selling batches! In his current state, he doesn't want to mess with the Holy See anymore and stage a great escape. There are churches and knights everywhere, and maybe there are terrifying cardinals or cardinals or something, play a ghost!

　　If those people in the Holy See really only have crazy faith and no extraordinary power, Karl would not believe it, so he asked Gryffindor before going to bed last night. He said that with his current strength, after facing the cardinal of the Holy See, he couldn't win the opponent in a short time, and eventually he could only escape.

　　 No wonder Gryffindor said before that I was able to escape under the chase of the Holy See. It is a great thing. It turns out that they are really awesome!

　　 Carl sat on the edge of the stone bed and put on those very ugly linen shoes~www.readwn.com~ He tried to walk a few steps staggeringly, his face was ugly.

　　 The soles of the shoes were extremely thin, and he felt as though he was wearing them without wearing them. When he stepped on the ground, his feet were very painful with some small stones.

　　 "No problem, right?" Gryffindor could not help but ask with some worry when he saw that he walked a few steps staggered and almost fell.

　　 "It's okay, a small problem, I'll get used to it soon!" Carl exhaled deeply, then said calmly.

　　 "If you have a problem, don't force it!"

　　 Gryffindor shook his head, then stretched out his hands and hugged him from the stone bed directly behind him.

　　 "Hey! Don't do that! It's hurting my wound!"

　　……

Medieval towns were dilapidated, and the ground was full of small stones and dust. The walls that were supposed to resist wild beasts were covered with traces of swords. The dark red bloodstains remained under the walls all the year round. It can be seen that wars often visit here. .

The stone-built houses are spread out on the plain in a crooked manner. Most of the pedestrians on the road are also wearing dirty and embarrassed. There is also the gray choking smoke coming out of the black chimney... All of this is letting go. Carl felt extremely uncomfortable.

　　Thousands of years later, although London is often shrouded in haze, Carl estimates that even some slums are much better than here...

　　 Originally, he thought his clothes and shoes were ragged enough, but he refreshed his worldview after entering the town with Gryffindor...