DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Are you sure you really brought me to a certain town?"

　　 Carl has an unbelievable look on his face, and the dust blowing in the wind and the sad pedestrians make him feel uncomfortable both physically and psychologically.

　　 "Of course! Otherwise, what do you think?"

　　 Gryffindor gave him a surprised look. Isn’t that all Muggle towns like this?

　　 "Well, it's no wonder that the Black Death will bring endless death and pain on this continent after hundreds of years~..."

　　The wind and sand swept over, and Carl had to cover his mouth and nose with his bandaged hands that ooze blood.

　　 "The Muggle flatbread is not bad, and there is also a sauce to eat with the cake.

　　 Of course, light rice porridge is the best, you need that right now. Oh, yes, and the Muggle wines are very good, but you are still under age..."

　　 The two walked together on the bumpy street, and Gryffindor introduced him with interest from time to time.

　　 Carl silently observed everything around him along the way. The only thing he felt here was backwardness and run-down. It was hard for him to imagine how people in this era survive.

　　 Gryffindor still talked about his adventures in the past like a chatter. Soon, he took Karl and found what he wanted in a booth.

　　 "Hey, good morning, my benevolent lady, can you give us two bowls of porridge? Two more cakes, preferably some sauce~..."

　　 Several coppers were opened in a row on the small counter.

"May God bless you..." Looking at the copper coins on the table, the old woman nodded, and tremblingly took out two large loaves, and then used a worn bowl to serve the porridge, "Here you are, thank you. "

"Look, it's pretty good, right?" After getting what he wanted, Gryffindor took Carl to sit down on the small wooden chair behind, lifted the bowl contentedly, and poured the warm porridge into it. "Drink some hot porridge first, you can't keep going like this~..."

　　 Carl lowered his head and took a sip. It tasted strange, but it was still acceptable compared to the barbecue last night.

and many more? Why should I eat these?

　　 crossed again, it is really a little bit awkward. Carl took a bite of the pie that was as hard as the rock crust made by Hagrid, and he was taken aback. He suddenly realized that since last night, he seemed to have been walking in rhythm by Gryffindor.

　　 It doesn’t matter if you can’t wear your own clothes. Celia seems to have collected dozens of small cakes and kept them in the system space before taking them out!

　　 "Oh! I'm really dizzy!"

　　 has been resisting the power of time and space left on his body, he even forgot about it!

　　 "Huh? Why didn't you eat after only two bites?" Gryffindor asked in a weird manner as he watched the opposite Karl suddenly put down the bowl in his hand.

　　 "My ears have been bombarded by you along the way, I almost forgot that I still have a non-marking extension bag!" Karl took a deep breath and said blankly.

　　 "Don't be funny, I changed your clothes for you yesterday, where there is any traceless extension bag, it should be accidentally dropped when you ran away~......"

　　 Gryffindor took another sip of the hot porridge in the bowl and said vaguely.

　　 "There is a ghost if you can find that." Karl glanced at him, flipped his wrist, and several freshly baked and steaming cakes appeared on the table.

　　 "Try it? After eating your grilled meat last night, my mind was confused!"

　　 He took a bite from the table and finally showed a happy smile on his face. It was really not easy!

　　 Thousands of years later, the house elves of Hogwarts never let him hungry at all. They were placed in the system space and almost forgotten by himself.

　　 Gryffindor smelled the aroma of the cake and couldn't help swallowing. This kind of pastry has never been seen in his family.

　　 "Huh? Huh!"

　　 is just a mouthful, he almost swallowed his tongue.

　　 "I don't have to worry about being starved to death~..."

　　 Carl was also relieved in his heart. Yesterday he really doubted whether he might starve to death.

　　 Then the two began to chat together one after another.

　　 "Do you have any plans after you get better?"

　　 "Going back to where I came from, it's just that there is still a little difficulty, something worse."

"what?"

　　 "You don't know if you say it."

　　 "How can you know that I don't know if you don't say?"

　　 "One thousand years! Do you know what this is?"

　　……

"One step in a thousand years? What a weird name, why have I never heard of it?" Gryffindor had a dumbfounded expression when he heard this term, and he did not have the identity of the heir to his ancient pure-blood family. I have heard of the name of this thing.

　　 "That's it!" Carl raised his head and glanced at Gryffindor, who was unwilling to admit defeat, spread his clenched fists, and appeared in his hands with a handful of fine sand exuding bright golden light.

　　 "Don't talk about you, I didn't get it easily, and I almost got in it~..."

　　 Looking at the hard-won thousand-year step in the palm of his hand, Karl said with some emotion.

　　 "This~...well, I haven't heard of this thing~..."

　　 Gryffindor twitched the corners of his mouth, UU reading www. uukanshu.com smiled awkwardly at Karl.

　　 "It's still five copies! I don't know when we can collect them all!"

　　 Karl put his things away boredly, and killed a Hound of Tindalus. He only got five thousand-year moves, which is half the time to make the Sorcerer's Stone!

　　 The most important thing is that he has no idea how to get this thing. It’s impossible to use a time converter to seduce a hunting dog anymore. That thing is really terrifying. If you die, he will blew himself up. He doesn’t want to be involved in the turbulence of time and space anymore, otherwise his life will not be guaranteed. It's still a problem to live.

　　 rubbing the golden chain of the time converter on his neck, he was passed by the moment this idea appeared in his mind. Some things, such as Snape's canned herring or the hound of Tindaloth, he would never want to see it again in his life.

　　 Who can stand it?

　　 is not a white prostitute...

　　"Fortunately, when dealing with the hounds, I also brought the time converter, otherwise I would have more headaches now.

　　 Naiyari, waiting for me to come back~..."

　　 Thinking of Naiyari after a thousand years, Carl's eyes became more determined. Isn't it five millennia one step? What the hell!

　　 It's a big deal... It's a big deal, just wait for the injury to heal and die again, it's no big deal (whispering).

　　 But he sincerely hopes that the best day will never come...