DNF Meets Harry Potter

"I gave you a chance, I won't owe you anything..."

Under the wind and sand in the sky, Carl was holding the empty crystal bottle and murmured and gradually walked away...

Item name: Holy Blessing Potion (Special customized version

Rarity: (artifact)

Price: 1000000 gold coins

Instructions for use of special items: If the user dies within twelve hours of taking this medicine, the resurrection can be delayed for one hour and the health value and mana value of 30% will be restored.

Ps. I give you the time to regret, and I also give you the opportunity to regret-Karl Harris...

The original function of the Holy Blessing Potion was to resurrect the user immediately after death, but he made a request to the system. The system originally wanted to refuse, because it is difficult to change the nature of the potion, but...

One million gold coins is equivalent to ten thousand gallons. How long will it take to earn it?

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On the square in the center of the town, the huge black mist was finally gestated at this moment, and the endless cold was swept in, even the sun could not dissipate.

"Sorry, I blamed me for failing to save you in time, if..."

Gryffindor's face was full of sadness, and the horrible consequences were caused by him. If it weren't for his arrogance, all this could be avoided.

But this was only his wishful thinking. Under the last madness of the black bishop, the souls of the two silent original hosts had already been burned out, leaving only the most primitive darkness and tyranny.

"Call God to guard!"

For this unprecedented horrible black magic creature, it is a good choice to condense into a patron saint with happiness.

The soft milky white rays of light floated from the tip of the stick, and the coldness that he brought silently around him was dissipated a bit by the sudden scent of happiness.

The light gathered more and more, and quickly condensed into a huge winged lion. After a roar, the lion flapped its wings fiercely, waving its sharp claws and tearing it out from the silent body, and the black mist rushed bravely. Up to the sky.

This is a golden lion!

Gryffindor knows that silently this kind of creature, most of the regular attack spells can't work, only the advanced white magic and black magic can have a battle.

At this moment, the huge black mist that obscured the sky in the sky also swooped down towards the lion like a prey, with a great desire to swallow it.

In order to escape bad luck, young wizards would restrain their magical powers, but due to lack of guidance, they did not learn to control and control their own powers, so the parasite, the magical power of darkness, was born silently.

So in a sense, silently is a high-concentration product of the magical power of the wizard that is extremely compressed and deteriorated. Its essence is more than the magic power in any wizard, and the magic constructed by wizard magic can be easily suppressed.

Any wizard is deadly when facing silently!

This is the ultimate reason why the Silent One who successfully survived even the old monsters like Grindelwald must win over.

Gryffindor, who was holding tightly on the ground and controlling his patron saint and fighting silently, turned pale, obviously controlling such a huge patron saint on the magic power load is not ordinary.

The galloping black mist generally splits into black tentacles and entangles towards the lion. The lion constantly waved his claws to cut it off, but he didn't want the severed tentacles to start to split again in an instant.

In the face of more and more black tentacles, the lion gradually began to lose its power, and the white mist continued to disperse from its body to annihilate into nothingness, and the frequency of attacks became slower and slower.

On the opposite side, the silent arrogance is getting more and more victorious. Gradually, the black tentacles differentiated from it are wrapped around the lion's limbs, then the neck, and finally to the torso.

Facing the invasion of dark power, the lion could only let out a weak roar, and finally became weaker and weaker...

Seeing that his prey was completely restrained as it was in its dying past, suddenly, the black mist that kept churning and gathering whistling and opening his body will be incorporated into the body.

Seeing that the patron saint that he had spent most of his magic and spirit condensed was silently cut off and completely swallowed in less than ten minutes, Gryffindor resisted the dizziness that came in his mind and stepped back several steps. , Even the hand holding the wand was trembling, and he almost got out of it several times.

After silently devouring the patron saint, he seemed to be dissatisfied, and raged in the square unscrupulously. Earth

The Muggles living around the square heard the horrible whistling sound from outside the house, and they all frightened and curiously cracked the window slightly to know what happened.

It’s just that they don’t know that this is the last scene they saw in their lifetime...

"No--! Devil! This is the devil!"

"My merciful Lord! Please save your poor believer~..."

The majestic black mist ran through the low earth embryo houses with an unstoppable force, huge stones fell from the sky, desperate screams and crying were endless, under the gloomy sky, **** The smell is constantly spreading.

There are dilapidated human and animal corpses everywhere, and the scene before him is like hell.

The wind poured into Gryffindor's nose, and he coughed fiercely, covering his face. Like the previous knight commander, at this moment, he is half kneeling on the ground with a silver sword, like a candle in the wind...

Gryffindor gave a sorrowful laugh. His right hand holding the wand had begun to decay. Although a drop of blood had not flowed out of the wounds on his body, it had begun to turn black and rot. After the patron saint was defeated, in the face of the silent attack, he did not even catch the first round~www.readwn.com~ It is considered that he was lucky that he did not die on the spot.

He could feel the vitality in his body fading fast, and his life would come to an end in a few minutes at most.

"sorry Sorry……"

Gryffindor whispered softly, blood overflowing from his mouth and nose. He lowered his head, staring blankly at the cracked ground and the town being silently destroyed, an aura of despair surged uncontrollably in his heart.

His body began to shake in the wind and sand, and finally weakened to the ground weakly, but he did not release the silver long sword until he died.

All the buildings in the entire town shivered under the silent and unscrupulous destruction.

The magnificent church was in ruins, the statue of the saint cloth was ruthlessly crushed into powder by the black storm; the noble manor was left with ruined walls, and their proud blood was useless under this level of natural disaster; the farm Even the soil has been cut off by three points, and the green-looking wheat seedlings that are growing sturdily have turned into a dead grayish white...

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