DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Hehe~..."

Carl rolled his eyes and backed more than ten meters in disgust. Then he tossed it casually, and a round metal can collided with the cracked ground, making a crisp sound.

then……

The can was exploded, the frying was extremely thorough, the foul sap sprayed several meters away, but fortunately he was far away so that he did not splash on his body. Otherwise, even if there is a bubble head curse as protection, he can't stand it.

"Crack...ooh...wow~..."

Gryffindor woke up as soon as the canned herring exploded. His mind hadn't restarted yet, a burst of smell mixed with the smell of fishy and salty Ollie gave him, he waved his arms wildly to grab the wand that Carl had taken away.

"This...who...who's house...the dunghole is blown up, vomit--!"

He was half kneeling, supporting his body with one hand, his face pale as paper, drops of cold sweat flowed down his forehead, and he could even hear the heartbeat.

The vomiting continued, and the porridge I drank before was vomited up.

Carl looked at Gryffindor’s miserable situation, patted his chest and felt scared for a while. Snape’s stuff was still so insidious. If this thing had exploded in the dormitory before, he would be dead and ugly of.

"Clear water is like a spring!"

A soft drink sounded, and the turning water converged into a small waterfall, which poured heavily on Gryffindor's head, and in an instant he became a chicken.

"..."

The power of the current slightly dilutes the strong smell around him, Gryffindor raised his head with difficulty, and Karl slowly walked towards him in the blurred vision.

"It seems that my way of getting people up is OK, at least very efficient."

Gryffindor rubbed his eyes blurred by tears. The smell just smoked out his tears, and the line of sight in front of him began to become clear. He clearly watched Carl's face with the cheerfulness of the successful prank. , Threw his wand from a distance.

"∑(??д??lll), it really is you the devil! Only you can think of such a method!"

Gryffindor screamed, tremblingly stretched out his hand to catch his wand and swiped it lightly. A transparent shield covered himself in, while isolating the bad air outside.

"I thought you were so powerful. You didn't survive for an hour, and you still survived such a spell. Why did you silently confiscated you?"

Carl pursed his lips and said coldly, in his opinion, Gryffindor's obvious act of giving away the head would be condemned no matter where it was.

"I died and came back alive because of the potion?"

Facing Carl's slightly mean look, Gryffindor smiled hard.

Everything that happened just now was replayed in his mind. He knew he must be dead, but now he is alive again. Reminiscent of the potion that Karl had asked him to drink before but had no effect, he was not stupid, and he knew the true effect of the potion after a little thought.

Resurrected! A real miracle!

"It seems that your brain hasn't been completely broken, it's really something worth celebrating~..." Carl snorted, then directly admitted it.

"Thank you--!"

After getting this exact answer, Gryffindor was silent for a short while, then spit out a word.

"You picked me up before, now I don't owe you anything!"

Carl stared at him blankly. One million gold coins exchanged him for a reckless opportunity. He had always adhered to the principle of ‘you may earn, but I will never lose’. He felt that he was losing a lot this time.

"In addition, although you survived, the Holy Blessing Potion can only restore 30% of your vitality and magic power. Let's use this to restore it first. I will have to rely on you for the next day. It is really annoying!"

Noting Gryffindor's pale face, he thought for a while, and reluctantly took out two bottles of single Remy's aid and handed them to him. It was so horrible silently, if one day when he met the idea of ​​the back, he would not be able to use magic for the time being, wouldn't he be called Tiantian not, and the ground is not working, he can only lie down and wait for death?

Needless to say, Gryffindor had already realized that although the magic power in his body had not dried up as before, there was not much left, probably only 30%.

Seeing the two bottles of potions that Carl handed over, he couldn't help but feel a little curious: "What is this again?"

"Remy's assistance!" Carl waved his hand, looking a little impatient, "You can restore your magic and vitality in a short time!"

"Why don't you use it so badly? I think your wounds are much heavier than mine!" Gryffindor asked in a bit of surprise when he heard that he had seen those hideous wounds on Karl before.

"Remy's assistance is useless to me now! So unless you are pleasing to your eyes, I don't bother to care about your life or death. This wave really hurts me~..." Carl frowned slightly~www.readwn.com~ He glanced at him like an idiot.

The vitality contained in Remy's aid can only repair the most shallow wounds. The real horror is the power of time and space intertwined. He can only rely on him to mobilize the dimensional magic power in the dark eye to slowly expel or assimilate it, and this is obviously a long process.

Gryffindor heard this explanation and nodded thoughtfully. He experienced the silent horror power just now, but he still felt that it was not as good as the horror power that erupted from the opponent when he picked up Karl.

While tearing everything apart, it brings the charm of withering everything...

This is definitely the most powerful power attribute he has ever seen! It doesn't sound strange that potions cannot be cured.

Gryffindor found a comfortable position to sit down, and calmly removed the stopper of the crystal bottle and began to recover.

Carl stood silently beside him, his expression somewhat complicated. He looked around the devastated town and didn't know what to say for a while. No matter what happened in this crazy era, it might not be surprising to others.

but……

"We should go..."

He just stood quietly for more than an hour, until Gryffindor stood up beside him.

"What about silently?" Gryffindor wiped the dust off his silver sword and inserted it back to his waist, asking calmly.

"Go east..." Carl sighed softly, and pointed to the sunset clouds on the horizon.

Gryffindor stared in the direction of Carl's fingers, and the town that was not too prosperous was completely silent at this moment. Everything around is quiet, only the crackling noises from the burning flame show what has happened here...

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