DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Congratulations to the host for successfully killing the hound of Tindalus, and obtaining the certificate of the time traveler (artifact)!

Congratulations to the host for spanning the millennium and gaining a thousand years (inheritance) × 1, and a thousand step (rare) × 5! "

The cold warning sound of the system sounded in Carl's ears, but he couldn't hear it anymore, because he had entered a deep coma now, and it took a long time to wake up.

He had to thank the immortal body for the powerful and injury-free ability that made him survive the turbulence of time and space abruptly.

But Rao is so, his current situation is also extremely miserable.

At this moment, his magic power has long been consumed by resisting the turbulence of time and space, and the dark eye in his heart is extremely weak. He knew that if he did it again, he would definitely play gg.

The magical robes that were originally excellent for defense have now lost their function. They were cut into rags by the power of time and space, and the system would not need it for recycling. He sat on the gravel ground, resisting the great dizziness in his mind, and turned on transcendent perception.

The severe pain from his body made Karl almost fainted, he took a breath and began to observe his injuries.

The most powerful attribute of the temporal turbulence is tearing. From the perspective of God brought by transcendence, Carl clearly saw that several bones of his **** back were about to be exposed.

Most of the flesh and blood on his arm disappeared. The hideous wounds all revealed the horrible injuries he had suffered before, and a wound on his abdomen almost extended to his chest. He coughed violently, and there were some visceral fragments in his blood.

"That **** mad dog..."

Carl didn't even have the strength to yell at him now. He resisted the pain and took out the shining Remy to help put them on the ground, gasping for breath and took off the plug and started taking drugs.

The high-end potions made by the priests worked very well. Carl lay on the ground and clearly felt a huge vitality injected into his body, and the incredibly hideous wounds on his body were faintly showing colorful light.

Under the effect of the potion, those wounds that were still bleeding quickly stopped bleeding, and countless small granules sprouted from the wounds, and then began to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye. Although those huge wounds were very fast The blood was stopped, but there was no sign of healing at all. On the contrary, the violent time and space power remaining on him was still causing new damage.

However, he is also very satisfied with this situation. Although Remy's assistance could not heal him, it could at least restore some mobility, so that he would not have the slightest strength to walk on this unknown land.

Suddenly, a fierce vertigo came. Carl strenuously stretched out a hand to set up a safe guard around him, and then could no longer bear the physical and mental exhaustion, fell to the ground and fell asleep.

I don’t know how long it took, a young man with red hair and a top hat appeared on the distant horizon. He was about twenty years old, with a silver sword stuck in his waist, one that was enough to make Karl excited when he saw it. The ruby ​​that jumped up immediately was set on the hilt.

"Huh~?"

Seems to be aware of the obstruction of something, Qing Young sighed, and then became excited as if thinking of something. He concealedly took out a small wooden stick from his sleeve, tapped it in the void, and muttered a word.

A voice sounded like a broken mirror, and the void in front of the young man began to fluctuate and gradually revealed its true meaning.

"Such a serious injury, is it the little wizard who was chased by the Holy See and awakened by the magic riot?"

Hey! It's so lucky for you to meet me! "

The young man lowered his eyes and appeared next to Karl in the next instant. He raised his hair extremely narcissistically, picked up Karl with some care, and quickly left this place under the wind.

...

In a dimly lit cave, Carl moved his fingers, and various sense organs in his body were recovering. Immediately afterwards, he blinked a little laboriously and sat up on the stone bed.

"Fuck! I've been looking at it again. The last time I saw it was Dumbledore's old glass? I don't know who it is this time. I hope I won't be a copper alchemist~..."

Feeling the roughness of the linen clothes and trousers that I don’t know who changed him, Carl lowered his head. The **** palms had been wrapped in bandages. Although the style was not very good, he avoided it. The wound is inflamed.

The clothes on his body are so big that they are not worn by people of his size. So that when he got out of bed and walked, he had to support it with one hand, and his trouser legs were stretched several layers.

"Where am I? When is it? How do I go back?"

Karl tugged at the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but ask the soul three times. Judging from the clothes on his body, he knew that he might have crossed again this time. Who would wear this kind of clothes in modern times? !

"What an uncute kid, I think you should lie down now!"

As if hearing the movement from the cave, the red-haired youth just walked in and saw Karl who was furious and suspicious that life was incompetent.

"Your stone bed is too hard, my back hurts! And, uncle, who are you? The place where I lay before is more comfortable than this!"

Carl curled his mouth, glanced back at it, and said only a few straws had been laid out, and he said angrily as if he had just cut out a stone bed. There is no harm if there is no contrast, and he has faintly missed the velvet bed at Hogwarts now.

"What do you call me? Uncle?!"

The smile on the face of the red-haired young man disappeared in an instant. He was only twenty-three this year, and he was in his youth. How could he become a greasy uncle in this kid's mouth?

"You have to be a man! Your weather-beaten face is more than enough to say that you are thirty years old~..."

Carl said casually ~www.readwn.com~ and then flipped his wrist, the walnut wand transformed by a golden wand appeared in his hand. He looked down again at his extremely unfit linen clothes, and lit his wand.

The red-haired young man looked at the style of Karl's wand, although there was some doubt in his eyes, he still didn't say anything, just suppressed the curiosity in his heart and watched quietly what he wanted to do.

Soon, the clothes and pants automatically changed to fit the body. Then he put away his wand with a little annoyance. He was injured very badly before, even after taking a bunch of potions. Now the magic power in the body is still not left. It seems a little difficult to change clothes. Just like that, he almost committed hypoglycemia Up.

Carl rubbed his face, shook his head, and tried to get rid of the dizziness in his mind. After some tossing, he finally stood still and didn't fall down, otherwise it would be too embarrassing.

The red-haired young man stared blankly at Carl's mysterious operation. How could this plot be different from what he imagined? Shouldn't it be crying, thanking myself for picking him back from the road, and then crying and hugging his thigh?

How can anyone wake up from a coma and play with their clothes for the first time!