DNF Meets Harry Potter

Early in the morning, Carl and Gryffindor strolled one after another on the bare plain.

"Hey! Boy, can you stop pulling the corner of my clothes?!"

Gryffindor turned his head back and glared at him a little uncomfortably. I don't know the number of times on the way.

"I really want to blow your dog head, but I don't plan to do it. Because I need to jump up, and that would make me stupid..."

Carl's face turned dark. Gryffindor was really tall. Although he hadn't measured it, he estimated that it should be 1.9 meters.

And he, forget it, don't say anything. He suddenly felt that he should follow Sirius's advice and arrange the pills one by one before putting them in his shoes.

Thinking about it, he looked down at the thin and ugly linen shoes on his feet, and then gave up this unrealistic idea.

"Your head is really iron, you have hung up once, and you still want to find that silent trouble!

I take back the sentence I said before, it seems that your brain is indeed a problem! Once you die, you don’t know the value of life. The soul I resurrected last time is much more sensible than you! "

Carl took out a Jin Jialong and fiddled with it boredly, constantly thinking about it.

"If I don't stop it, I will never feel at ease in my life... Moreover, I am not going to die this time..." Gryffindor didn't intend to stop at all, just explained from a distance.

"So, you are going to shake people? But with all due respect, how much hatred your friends have with you, they have to cut them twice." Carl yawned and said in confusion.

Gryffindor opened his mouth and was about to explain something to him, but the extremely strong perception inherited from the Golden Lion is keenly aware of someone approaching quietly. He squinted his azure eyes calmly, and instantly expanded his range of perception, and a familiar feeling rushed over his face.

"Danger! Get down!" He quickly reminded him loudly when he sensed the danger.

Carl: "???"

Just as Gryffindor’s voice fell, the next second, sharp, milky white arrows cut through the air and fell straight down, most of them directed at him, but Karl found that he seemed to be within range... …

"I'm going! What is this?!"

Carl exclaimed that bleeding from his right hand gritted his teeth and held the wand was bleeding. But before he had time to support his protection, Gryffindor instantly moved an apparition behind him, quickly pulled him into his arms, who hadn’t reacted with his eyes, and then hugged him and rolled out of the white light’s attack range. .

"This is... the arrow magic of the Holy Light..." Gryffindor shook his head, frowning, "The Holy See's dog moves really fast!"

"How is this going?!"

Carl raised his head from Gryffindor's arms in horror, and the sudden attack startled him.

He turned his head slightly to look at the place where they had just stood-that large piece of land has been shot into a hornet's nest by the milky white arrows. Under the burst of the power of the Holy Light, the ground is full of huge deep pits. Constantly braving the scorching breath.

"It's so cruel!"

Carl tensed his body, the murderous intent on his face could not be suppressed-if he was hit by the white light just now, wouldn't he turn into a hedgehog in an instant?

"Your reflexes have increased a lot, Gryffindor. But who is this kid? I have never heard of you having a brother or anything.

The clothes are so tattered, now I think it should be the wizard cub you encountered during the escape. It happened to be solved all at once, saving trouble in the future..."

A slightly playful voice in surprise sounded, and a man with light brown hair and blue eyes walked out of the shadows. He was wearing a scarlet robe, a shiny ruby ​​ring on his right ring finger with white gloves, and a silver cross hanging down on his chest.

This is a cardinal in the Holy See!

"Long time no see, Gabriel, you still like sneak attacks as always~..."

Gryffindor protected Carl behind his back, the silver sword at his waist was already ready to go. A smile of disdain was drawn at the corner of his mouth, as if only an unknown man was chasing after him.

Hearing this name, Carl's eyes widened sharply. Although she is not familiar with the ranks of the Holy See, the name Gabriel can be regarded as a household name, ranking one of the seven archangels.

"There are a total of seven cardinals active in England by the Holy See, each with the name of the archangel as the sequence. This one is in charge of this area..."

Gryffindor seemed to have heard Carl's exclamation behind him, and Gryffindor spoke lightly.

"But I'm a bit strange, how did you find me? I didn't reveal any traces along the way..."

As soon as he said this sentence, Gabriel's eyes on the opposite side suddenly became gloomy.

"You wizards should all go to **** to confess, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, if I guess right, that crazy silence should be inseparable from you!

But it's really amazing, a small town will be slaughtered if it says it is slaughtered! "

Gabriel floated indifferently in the air, his scarlet vestment becoming more and more vivid as if it was stained with blood. He also received the notice only recently, and found some clues on the way to investigate-under the silent raging, there are still many smart people who escaped.

"Heh...hehe...as the cardinal, don't you know the real reason for the silent formation? It is not a good thing you did!"

When it came to this, Gryffindor became more and more angry. If it hadn't been for the lunatics of the Holy See, things would not have become as difficult as it is now.

"Say these words to God and ask for forgiveness! And my duty is to send you to see Him!"

Gabriel stared at Gryffindor coldly, and when the voice that had no emotions and was cold enough to freeze everything came out of his mouth, a spear constructed of pure light shot out from his hand at the same time. .

There was a dazzling divine light from the spear, and it ran straight towards Gryffindor's heart with a mighty force.

"This stuff seems to be quite strong!" Carl's eyelids trembled, and he quickly stepped back away from the battlefield. He is now completely an oil bottle.

Gryffindor shook his wand lightly like a music conductor. On the bare ground, a golden-red flame suddenly rose, transforming into a lion's appearance, swinging its claws, and roaring fiercely. Pounced on it.

A huge explosion sounded, and the lion burst open and turned into a golden red flame, burning fiercely in the air. At the same time, a huge silver-white cross was smashed down severely...