DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Are you sure you really brought me to a certain town?"

There was an unbelievable look on Carl's face, and the dust blowing in the wind and the sad pedestrians made him feel uncomfortable both physically and psychologically.

"Of course! Otherwise what do you think?"

Gryffindor gave him a surprised look. Isn't that all Muggle towns like this?

"Well, it's no wonder that the Black Death will bring endless death and pain on this continent after hundreds of years~..."

The wind and sand swept over, and Carl had to cover his mouth and nose with his bandaged hands that ooze blood.

"The Muggle flatbread is not bad, and there is a sauce to eat with the cake.

Of course, light rice porridge is the best. You need that right now. Oh, yes, and the Muggle wines are very good, but you are still under age..."

The two walked together on the bumpy street, and Gryffindor introduced him with interest from time to time.

Along the way, Carl silently observed everything around him. The only thing he felt here was backwardness and dilapidation. It was difficult for him to imagine how people in this era survive.

Gryffindor was still talking about his adventures in the past like a silly talk. Soon, he took Karl and found what he wanted in a booth.

"Hey, good morning, benevolent lady, can you bring us two bowls of porridge? Two more cakes, preferably some sauce~..."

Several coppers were lined up on the small counter.

"May God bless you..." Looking at the copper coins on the table, the old woman nodded, and tremblingly took out two large loaves, and then used a somewhat worn bowl to serve the porridge, "Here you are, thank you. "

"Look, it's pretty good, right?" After getting what he wanted, Gryffindor took Carl to sit down on the small wooden chair behind, lifted the bowl contentedly, and poured the warm porridge into it. "Drink some hot porridge first, you can't keep going like this~..."

Carl lowered his head and took a sip. It tasted strange, but it was still acceptable compared to the barbecue last night.

and many more? Why should I eat these?

After crossing again, it is really a little bit awkward. Carl took a bite of the pie that was as hard as the rock crust made by Hagrid. He was stunned. He suddenly realized that since last night, he seemed to have been walking rhythmically by Gryffindor.

It’s fine if you can’t wear your own clothes. Celia seems to have collected dozens of small cakes and kept them in the system space before taking them out!

"Oh! I'm really dizzy!"

He has been resisting the power of time and space left on his body, he even forgot about it!

"Huh? Why didn't you eat after only two bites?" Gryffindor asked in a weird manner as he watched the opposite Karl suddenly put down his bowl.

"My ears have been bombarded by you all the way, I almost forgot that I still have a traceless extension bag!" Karl took a deep breath and said blankly.

"Don't be funny, I changed your clothes for you yesterday. Where there is any traceless extension bag, it should be accidentally dropped when you ran away~..."

Gryffindor took another sip of the hot porridge in the bowl and said vaguely.

"It's a ghost if you can find it." Karl glanced at him, flipped his wrist, and several freshly baked and steamy cakes appeared on the table.

"Try it? I was confused after eating your grilled meat last night!"

He took a bite from the table to himself, and finally showed a happy smile on his face. It was really not easy!

Thousands of years later, the house elves of Hogwarts never left him hungry at all. They left him in the system space and almost even forgot.

Gryffindor smelled the aroma of the cake and couldn't help swallowing. This kind of pastry has not been seen even in his family.

"Huh? Huh!"

With just one mouthful, he almost swallowed his tongue.

"Finally don't worry about being starved to death~..."

Carl was also relieved in his heart. Yesterday he really doubted whether he might starve to death.

Then the two started chatting one after another.

"Do you have any plans after you get better?"

"Going back to where I came from, it's just that there is still a little difficulty, something short of it."

"what?"

"You don't know if you say it."

"How do you know that I don't know?"

"One thousand years! Do you know what this is?"

...

"One step in a thousand years? What a weird name, why have I never heard of it?" Gryffindor had a dumbfounded expression when he heard this term, as he was the heir of his ancient pure-blood family. I have heard of the name of this thing.

"That's it!" Carl raised his head and glanced at Gryffindor, who was not convinced, spread his clenched fists, and a handful of fine sand exuding bright golden light appeared in his hands.

"Don't talk about you, I just got it with great difficulty, and I almost got my life in it~..."

Seeing the hard-won step of a thousand years in the palm of his hand, Carl said with some emotion.

"This~...well, I haven't heard of this thing~..."

Gryffindor twitched his mouth, and smiled at Carl in embarrassment.

"It's only five copies! I don't know when we can collect them all!"

Carl put his stuff away in a bit annoyed manner, and after killing a Hound of Tindalus, he only got five thousand-year moves, which was half way short of making the Philosopher's Stone!

The most important thing is that he has no idea how to get this thing. It’s impossible to use a time converter to seduce a hound again~www.readwn.com~ That thing is really horrible. If you want to die, you will blew yourself up. He doesn’t want to be involved in the turbulence of time and space anymore. Otherwise, it's still a problem that life can't be kept.

Rubbing the golden chain of the time converter on his neck, he was PASSed as soon as this idea appeared in his mind. Some things, such as Snape's canned herring or Tindaloth's hound, he would never want to see it again in his life.

Who can stand it all the time!

It's not a prostitute...

"Fortunately, when dealing with the hounds, I also brought the time converter, otherwise I guess it will have more headaches now.

Naiyari, waiting for me to come back~..."

Thinking of Naiyali after a thousand years, Carl's eyes became more determined. Isn't it five thousand one step? What the hell!

Big deal... Big deal, just wait for the injury to heal and die again, no big deal (whispering).

But he sincerely hopes that the best day will never come...