DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Haha~..."

Carl rolled his eyes and stepped back more than ten meters in disgust. Then he tossed it casually, and a round metal can collided with the cracked ground, making a crisp sound.

then……

The can was exploded, it was very thorough, and the foul sap sprayed several meters away, but fortunately, he was far away so that he did not splash on his body. Otherwise, even if there is a bubble head curse as protection, he can't stand it.

"Crack...ooh...wow~..."

Gryffindor woke up as early as when the canned herring exploded. His mind hadn't restarted yet, a burst of smell mixed with the smell of fishy and salty Ollie gave him, he waved his arms wildly to grab the wand that Carl had taken away.

"This...who...who's house...the dunghole is blown up, vomit--!"

He was half kneeling, supporting his body with one hand, his face pale as paper, drops of cold sweat continued to flow down his forehead, and he could even hear the heart beating vigorously in his ears.

The vomiting continued, and the white porridge I drank before suddenly vomited up.

Carl looked at Gryffindor’s miserable situation, patted his chest and felt scared for a while. Snape’s stuff was still so insidious. If this thing had exploded in the bedroom before, he would be dead and ugly. of.

"Clear water is like a spring!"

A soft drink sounded, and the turning water converged into a small waterfall, which poured heavily on Gryffindor's head, and in an instant he became a chicken.

"..."

The power of the current slightly dilutes the strong smell around him, Gryffindor raised his head with difficulty, Carl slowly walked towards him in the blurred vision.

"It seems that my method of getting people up is OK, at least very efficient."

Gryffindor rubbed his eyes blurred by tears. The smell just smoked out his tears, and the line of sight in front of him began to become clear. He clearly watched Carl's face with the cheerfulness of the successful prank. , Threw his wand from a distance.

"∑ (дlll), it really is you the devil! Only you can think of such a method!"

Gryffindor cursed secretly, tremblingly stretched out his hand to catch his wand and swiped it lightly, a transparent shield covered himself in, and at the same time blocked the bad air outside.

"I thought you were so powerful. You haven't survived for an hour, and you still survived such a spell. Why did you silently confiscated you?"

Carl pursed his lips and said coldly. In his opinion, Gryffindor's obvious act of giving away the head would be condemned no matter where it was.

"I died and came back alive because of the potion?"

Facing Carl's slightly mean look, Gryffindor smiled hard.

Everything that happened just now was replayed in his mind. He knew that he must be dead, but now he is alive again. Reminiscent of the potion that Karl had asked him to drink before but had no effect, he was not stupid, and he knew the true effect of the potion after a little thought.

Resurrected! A real miracle!

"It seems that your brain hasn't been completely broken, it's really something to celebrate~..." Carl snorted, and immediately admitted it directly.

"Thank you--!"

Getting this definite answer, Gryffindor was silent for a short while, then spit out a word gently.

"You picked me up before, now I don't owe you anything!"

Carl stared at him blankly. One million gold coins exchanged him for a reckless opportunity. He had always adhered to the principle of ‘you may earn, but I will never lose’. He felt that he was losing a lot this time.

"Also even though you survived, the Holy Blessing Potion can only restore 30% of your vitality and magic power. Let's use this to restore it first. I will have to rely on you for the next day. It's really annoying!"

Noting Gryffindor's pale face, he thought for a while, and reluctantly took out two bottles of single Remy's aid and handed them to him. It was so horrible silently, if one day when he met the idea of ​​the back, he would not be able to use magic for the time being, wouldn't he be called Tiantian not, and the ground is not working, he can only lie down and die?

Needless to say, Gryffindor had already realized that although the magic power in his body hadn't dried up as before, there was not much left, probably only 30%.

Seeing the two bottles of potions that Karl handed over again, he couldn't help being a little curious: "What is this again?"

"Remy's assistance!" Carl waved his hand, looking a little impatient, "I can recover my magic power and vitality in a short time!"

"Why don't you use it so badly? I think your injuries are much heavier than mine!" Gryffindor asked in a bit of surprise when he heard that he had seen those hideous wounds on Karl before.

"Remy's assistance is useless to me now! So unless you are pleasing to your eyes, I don't bother to care about you. This wave of UU reading www.uukanshu.com really hurts me~..." Carl frowned slightly , Glanced at him like an idiot.

The vitality contained in Remy's aid can only repair the most shallow wounds. The real horror is the power of time and space intertwined. He can only rely on him to mobilize the dimensional magic power in the dark eye to slowly expel or assimilate it, and this is obviously a long process.

Gryffindor heard this explanation and nodded thoughtfully. He had experienced the silent horror power just now, but he still felt that it was not as good as the horror power that erupted from the opponent when he just picked up Karl.

While tearing everything apart, it brings the charm of withering everything...

This is definitely the most powerful power attribute he has ever seen! It doesn't sound surprising that potions cannot be cured.

Gryffindor found a comfortable position to sit, and calmly removed the stopper of the crystal bottle, and began to recover.

Carl stood silently beside him, his expression somewhat complicated. He looked around the devastated town and didn't know what to say for a while. No matter what happened in this crazy era, it might not be surprising to others.

but……

"We should go..."

He just stood quietly for more than an hour, until Gryffindor stood up beside him.

"What about silently?" Gryffindor wiped the dust off his silver sword and inserted it back to his waist, asking calmly.

"Go east..." Carl sighed softly and pointed to the sunset clouds on the horizon.

Gryffindor stared intently in the direction of Carl's fingers, and the town that was not too prosperous was completely silent at this moment. Everything around is quiet, only the crackling noises from the burning flame show what has happened here...