DNF Meets Harry Potter

Sand and white bones are buried, and there are burning flames everywhere. Endless suffering spread from this broken ground in all directions.

The air was filled with the smell of death and despair...

Carl stood outside the city and sniffed, wiped away a drop of water from the corner of his eye, and watched blankly as the cloud of black mist exuding a cold air rushed towards the blue sky and whizzed away.

"It's really... horrible to turn a small town into a **** on earth so easily..."

Carl walked slowly towards the inside of the city, the gate of which was already blocked by a falling boulder. He stretched out his bandage-wrapped right hand and gently pressed it against the cracked city wall, only to hear a soft click, the city wall fell down and raised a large cloud of smoke.

It was so easy, as if he was pushing dominoes instead of city walls.

He silently walked along the path that he had just walked towards the center of the town. On the streets and alleys along the way, corpses with terrifying death lay one after another.

Either they were smashed into meat sauce by the falling rocks, or they were as strange as the corpses made by Voldemort, maintaining their movements in horror.

No one survived!

Carl silently stared at the Muggles who died tragically. He understood that the former died in a turmoil silently created, while the latter was directly penetrated and plundered all the vitality in the body to present such a terrifying posture.

Along the way, he could hardly see a complete building, there were ruined walls everywhere, and the exposed foundation silently described the terrifying natural disasters that had occurred here.

In this regard, this was also expected by him. In the United States of the Twenty Worlds, under the ravages of that silent man, almost half of New York’s small urban area has become a piece of scorched earth, and the quality of buildings after a thousand years is definitely not comparable to now...

In front of him, a small stall selling flatbread and porridge was knocked over, food was scattered all over the floor, dozens of dusty coppers fell in the dust, reflecting the light of memories in the faint sunlight...

He seemed to have been sitting here for a while...

"I can't beat you, only this way...

If there are two lives that are not enough for you to die, then it can only be said that it is God’s will, but according to Professor Bins, you have lived for more than eighty years, ahem~..."

The smoke and dust in the air filled with the smell of death and blood, choking Carl's unstoppable cough.

The more you go, the more dead bodies are. Still, let the dead go to bury the dead! Since we are alive, we must live well!

Carl covered his nose and mouth, his steps accelerated a little, and he saw too many dead bodies along the way, and he was almost numb.

Soon, he saw the tall figure half-kneeling with a long sword. The red hair was untidy and dusty, and there were a few blood stains on the handsome face. It was the same strange gray color as the dead muggles, and there was a faint black mist around him.

"Calculating the time, it should be almost the same."

Carl whispered to himself, then took out a Rolex from his pocket, closed his eyes and said silently in his heart: "Five...four...three...two...one..."

He opened his eyes, the corpse was still a corpse, and there was not much change.

He smiled, not discouraged, closed his eyes again and repeated the above steps. After repeating it back and forth more than 20 times without interruption, a bright colorful brilliance lit up inside Gryffindor.

As soon as the black mist that remained silently on his body encountered this brilliance, it was as if Scabbers had encountered Sirius, that he shrank and wanted to escape. But it was only in vain, the black mist turned into blue smoke and disappeared the moment it left.

Under the radiance, Xuan'ao's runes lit up one by one from his body, and then suddenly exerted force to form a cocoon.

Carl tilted his head, he could perceive that the dead spirit entangled in Gryffindor was gradually dissipating, and the vigorous vitality was continuously being injected into his body.

咚... 咚... 咚~...

The blood in the deadly still heart flowed again, and a powerful beating sound came into his ears.

"The original version was unveiled immediately, and this special customized version is really bells and whistles.

Sure enough, when it comes to making money, I am just a younger brother compared to the system~..."

Carl curled his lips, watching this real miracle come back from the dead, and felt mixed for a while. He still remembered that a long time ago, when he had no money to buy resurrection coins and encountered a boss that could not be beaten, the Holy Blessing Potion became the first choice.

Although only one-third of the blood volume can be recovered, the opportunity to come again is precious both in the game and in reality.

At least, the price has doubled dozens of times.

This is a million gold coins, just like that, and he suddenly felt that he was having trouble breathing again.

This state did not last long. About five minutes later, the colorful cocoons covered by Gryffindor gradually became transparent and then disappeared.

Carl bit his lip and looked down at ~www.readwn.com~ Although Gryffindor's face was still a little pale, the strange grayish white like a corpse had disappeared. His chest was undulating rhythmically, symmetrical breathing sounded from his nasal cavity, and the wounds on his face healed.

"Hey, dead ghost! Haven't survived, if you're alive, quickly get up for the Lord!"

Carl looked at the culprit who caused him to lose a huge amount of wealth, and Meizizi fell asleep, so he was so angry that he kicked it violently.

"Yeah~...Don't move!"

Gryffindor let out a dazed babble, turned over and hugged Carl's thigh directly.

"He...hehe~, I think you don't want to live anymore! No, you dare to stand alone in silence, you don't want to live anymore, you should really care about you!"

Several black lines appeared on Karl's forehead, and his fists couldn't help clenching.

He suddenly remembered that there was still a birthday gift given to him by Snape two years ago in his system space. Since he blocked it with dimensional magic, he has never taken it out to protect the world from being destroyed.

And now, it seems that it is a good time to deal with this stuff. Anyway, this town has been silently destroyed like this. At least decades of wastefulness are inevitable, so it doesn't seem to be a big deal for him to deal with a biological weapon.

"BubbleHeadCharm! (BubbleHeadCharm!

Carl smiled evilly, and slowly took out his wand and gave himself an enhanced version of the bubble head curse-the kind that he used to watch the ball game with Naiyali in the heavy rain and covered his whole body.

He doesn't want the smell of canned herring to get on himself, even though the clothes he wears now are not very valuable, but he has a cleanliness...