DNF Meets Harry Potter

At night, there was a crackling sound from time to time in the campfire, and Gryffindor was sleeping on a straw mat on the ground, reminiscing on the conversation during the day.

"This kid said that he was almost dead again? What does this mean, is it possible that he died once?

Really confusing! "

After thinking about it, he didn't think of a reason. He simply didn't bother to think again. After he remembered this firmly, he closed his eyes and started to rest.

And Carl lying on the bed was far less comfortable than him, because of the daytime overload casting his injuries secretly broke out, and the power remaining in the turbulent flow of time and space on his body also began to make trouble.

The color of the bandage that originally oozes a bit of dark red becomes more vivid...

Although he threw on the two layers of mats, the stone bed was still extremely hard and cold. He bit his lips and curled up. The dimensional magic that had been hard to recover during the day was squandered again in order to reduce the further erosion of time and space.

"Wori! It really hurts! Why hasn't the history of the Dimension Walker and the Chaos Walker developed a technique that can shield pain!"

And if those dimensional professors on the Arad continent heard his voice, they would definitely sneer. Don’t you know that the people who walk in our line are all perverts commonly known as jitters and strangers?

Afraid of pain, it does not exist! Too embarrassing to Jill, how can I be afraid of pain, you take off your skirt! Don't say that you have ever obtained the inheritance of the Dimensional Walker. The craziness of distorting reality is a lifelong pursuit!

And if Gryffindor got up from the ground and looked at him, he would find that Karl's lips were white, and cold sweat was constantly oozing from his forehead.

For him, this night is not destined to be a peaceful night...

...

The night will eventually pass. In the early morning, the sun has not yet come out, there is no wind, everything is quiet.

Gryffindor got up from the ground and stretched out comfortably. He slept soundly even when he hit the floor. He walked to the entrance of the cave and looked from a distance. The sky above the wasteland was enveloped by a thin cloud, like a girl's boudoir bed. The curtains on the side, hazy...

The bonfire had already been extinguished some time ago, and only a pile of black ashes was still smoking.

Carl forcibly got up from the stone bed and touched his back. It was wet. The rough gray-brown linen clothes had been soaked in cold sweat last night.

He was propped up with his hands, his face pale and scary, and his hair was knotted in bunches because of sweat. He smiled bitterly and looked at himself in his glasses and sighed slightly.

Carl glanced into the cave, but did not find Gryffindor. Just when he was surprised, the opponent walked in. Behind him, there was a tub full of clear water. It turned out that he just woke up and saw it soon. Carl on the bed didn't wake him up, but chose to fetch water.

"Why is your face so bad?" Gryffindor shook him and his face became a little dignified. He walked over quickly and gently lifted the hair of Carl's forehead. It was no longer the sand sculpture and the second one, so solemnly. To say.

But when he withdrew his finger, he didn't want to bring a bit of bright red blood. It turned out that the bandage wrapped around his forehead was attached with a little bit of hair.

"There is no problem for the time being, I can still hold it." Carl shook his head, "It just takes some time, I think we should go now~..."

After all, he was struggling to get up. He hadn't eaten anything since he woke up for the first time. He just drank some water. He couldn't wait to find a hotel in the town and have something to eat.

"Hi~, this is really not something normal people can bear~..."

Feeling the huge tearing sensation from the wound where the body moved, Carl's delicate face was about to be distorted.

Under the stone bed were also the unusually ugly linen shoes that Gryffindor had previously prepared for him. His shoes had been torn apart in the violent turbulence of time and space.

It's not that he never thought of buying gold coins in the system mall, but he thought about it, this TM is the Middle Ages. In Europe, the power of the Holy See can be said to have reached its zenith, and it is even more important to control faith early.

If he wears the distinctive robes and shoes of the Arad mainland and goes out and is seen by Muggles on his front feet, maybe his hind feet will be chased by the Holy See. After thinking about it, he decides to wrong himself first.

wizard! heresy! You need to purify your ugly soul with a pure holy fire. May God forgive you for your sins, Amen!

Mom sells batches! In his current state, he doesn't want to provoke the Holy See anymore and stage a great escape. There are churches and knights everywhere, and maybe there are terrifying cardinals or cardinals or something, play a ghost!

If the people in the Holy See really only have crazy beliefs and no extraordinary powers, Karl would not believe it, so he asked Gryffindor specifically before going to bed last night. He said that with his current strength, after facing the cardinal of the Holy See, he would not be able to win the opponent in a short time, and eventually he could only escape.

No wonder Gryffindor said before that it was a great thing that I could escape under the chase of the Holy See. It turns out that they are really awesome!

Carl sat on the edge of the stone bed, put on those very ugly linen shoes, staggered and tried to walk a few steps, his face was very ugly.

The soles of the shoes were extremely thin, and he felt as though he was wearing them without wearing them. When he stepped on the ground, his feet were very painful with some small stones.

"It's okay?" Gryffindor could not help but asked with some worry when he saw that he was walking staggered a few steps and almost fell.

"It's okay, a small problem, I'll get used to it soon!" Karl let out a deep breath, then said calmly.

"If you have a problem, don't force it!"

Gryffindor shook his head ~www.readwn.com~ and then stretched out his hands to hug him directly from the stone bed and put him behind him.

"Hey! Don't do that! It's hurting my wound!"

...

Medieval towns were dilapidated, and the ground was full of small stones and dust. The walls that were supposed to resist wild beasts were covered with traces of swords. The dark red bloodstains remained under the walls all the year round. It can be seen that wars often visit here .

The stone houses are spread out on the plain in a crooked posture, most of the pedestrians on the road are also wearing dirty and embarrassed, and the gray choking smoke from the dark chimney... all of this is letting go Carl felt extremely uncomfortable.

A thousand years later, although London is often shrouded in mist, Carl estimates that even some slums are much better than here...

Originally, he thought his clothes and shoes were ragged enough, but after entering the town with Gryffindor, he refreshed his worldview...