DNF Meets Harry Potter

"catch him!"

"He must be deceived by the devil!"

The knights strode towards Gryffindor, their armors hunting.

With a slight smile on his face, the black bishop raised the torch again. He wanted Gryffindor to witness with his own eyes how he threw these two little devils into **** again.

A trace of killing intent flashed in Gryffindor's eyes. In his eyes, the talent of the Holy See was a devil in human skin! The silver sword that nailed the torch to the wall shook fiercely, and then flew back into his hand in a swift manner.

He glanced at the knight rushing towards him with an indifferent expression, and slashed with a sharp sword. The space seemed to be dislocated, and the heavy armor was as fragile as tofu under the blow.

The long swords in the hands of the knights fell to the ground at the same time. Their wide-open eyes seemed to want to ask why. The head knight commander used his last force to lower his eyelids, and blood spewed from his chest and stained red. He is willing to dedicate all his armor...

"The devil... you will go to hell!"

The knight commander kept spitting out academic foam, and the sorrowful laughter was mixed with unspeakable hatred. He supported his increasingly uncontrollable body with a long sword, and finally half-kneeled on the ground, looking at the bishop in black on the high platform, as if praying, but the bishop he was loyal to was just watching coldly. All this, until the last gleam of light in his eyes gradually began to disappear...

"So you are the real devil! Wow, wow!

Go to hell! "

Standing in black, the bishop didn't know whether it was excited or nervous, and tremblingly stretched out a finger to point to Gryffindor from the high platform.

"It's just a black bishop, I really don't know who gave you the courage!"

Gryffindor gently rubbed the silver blade of the sword, and the contempt in the eyes of the lying knight grew thicker.

Is this the Holy See you are willing to dedicate everything to believe in?

...

In the empty streets, there is no half-person figure-the Muggles have all gone to see the devil, and Carl is bored with the magic juice to consume the power of time and space left on him.

"Why haven't you come back, is it so troublesome to solve a few knights?"

The wind and sand flying all over the sky rolled up the trash on the path, and Carl's **** was hurting, so he stood up and looked at the distance with some worry, and finally decided to take a look.

In case he is in trouble, he should prepare to run away quickly, isn't it?

Carl walked very slowly, because the injury on his body did not allow him to move too much. Along the way, the Muggles were running around in horror, and they kept yelling about the devil. This made his heart sink. The Gryffindor wouldn’t really hit the Holy See. Isn’t he the Cardinal?

That's a big deal!

"No, I have to make some preparations!"

A glint flashed in Carl's eyes, and then the gold coins on his account were missing again, and he suddenly felt that the pain on his body was nothing.

...

On the other side, on the battlefield in the middle of the town, the Muggles had witnessed the spectacular scene in which Gryffindor knights rushed to the street together under a sword. How dare they still stay? My parents didn't give me two fewer legs.

The black bishop slumped on the steps and gasped, and the cross necklace on his chest had long been shattered to withstand the fatal sword of Gryffindor. But this is the case, the bishop's uniform on his body is also covered with sword marks, and blood is constantly flowing from those sword marks.

Another silver-white sword light slashed obliquely. The black bishop gritted his teeth and released a cross-shaped wall of holy light barely blocking this round of attacks. He sighed with a sorrowful laugh and sighed that he was afraid that he would be planted today. He seriously underestimated it. The strength of Gryffindor has even reached the point where it is almost exhausted.

However, even if you die, you can't make this devil feel better!

He looked over from the corner of the light, and the two little devils bound on the cross had broken free from their shackles and embraced each other in excitement. The iron chains bound to them were completely vulnerable to the sword light cut by the silver sword.

"The Lord said that those humble, dirty, and inferior things will die, and that beautiful things will be created.

Walking on the earth with my will, I will burn the earth with fire for seven days and seven nights until all the evil spirits fall into hell, and I will stop the fire. "

The bishop in black kept uttering devout prayers. He used his fingers to cross his chest without short, and the speed was getting faster and faster. In the end, a ray of white flame appeared on the fingertips.

"I said, you can't save anyone today!"

The color of compassion on the black bishop's face no longer, he struggled to get up from the ground, his mouth was bleeding, and he looked crazy and cruel.

"You are not worthy of me to pull out my magic wand, and the next sword is your death date!"

Gryffindor frowned, and with a violent movement of his feet, the next moment the silver sword was inserted into the black bishop's heart.

"Go to hell, devil!"

As if it wasn't his own heart that was piercing through, the black bishop's mouth raised an inexplicable smile. The white flame at his fingertips swallowed his body in an instant and then expanded into a huge thing. UU reading www. uukānshu.com

"Fighting Curse? No!

This is holy flame! With soul and vitality as fuel! "

Seeing this terrifying flame, Gryffindor drew out the long sword fiercely, and then an apparition disappeared into the distance.

However, the flame that condensed the black bishop's soul and vitality as nourishment did not strike him, but rushed straight toward the high platform.

"Never, never separate..."

There, the two little wizards who had just been saved were embracing each other and crying, tears blurred their vision, and did not notice the danger coming...

"You can't save anyone~..."

Only then did Gryffindor understand the meaning of the black bishop's previous meaning. With cold hands and feet, he could only watch this scene happen.

"Ah--! It hurts!"

As if the heart had been ignited, the two little wizards felt only an indescribable pain transmitted to the body through their nerves.

Gryffindor suddenly felt like a knife. He took out his wand and swung it fiercely. A huge water spout appeared and poured on the pure white holy flame. However, the huge water spout was evaporated before touching it. Group of white mist.

How could the flame fueled by life and soul be extinguished by just a waterspout?

...

"Go away, kid!"

"Where did the little beggar come from! Go and don't get in the way of my eyes!"

Endless ridicule lingered in the ears of the two of them, and everything they had experienced in the past eleven years was replayed in their minds. Isaac and Aubrey knew that they might be dying under this strange flame.

But why? Why!

So unwilling!

Like DNF meets Harry Potter, please collect: () DNF meets Harry Potter update the fastest.