DNF Meets Harry Potter

The wind and sand buried the white bones, and there were burning flames everywhere. The endless pain spread from this broken ground in all directions.

The air was filled with the smell of death and despair...

Carl stood outside the city and sniffed, wiped away a drop of water from the corner of his eye, and stared blankly at the black mist that exuded a cold air rushing towards the blue sky and whistling away.

"It's really... horrible to turn a small town into a **** on earth so easily..."

Carl walked slowly towards the city, the gate of which was already blocked by a falling boulder. He stretched out his bandage-wrapped right hand and gently pressed it against the cracked city wall. He heard a soft click, and the city wall fell down and raised a large cloud of smoke.

It was so easy, as if he was pushing dominoes instead of city walls.

He walked silently along the path that he had just walked towards the center of the town. On the streets and alleys along the way, corpses with terrifying death lay one after another.

Either they were smashed into meat sauce by the falling rocks, or they were as strange as the corpses made by Voldemort, maintaining their movements in horror.

No one survived!

Carl silently watched the Muggles who died tragically. He understood that the former died in the unrest created silently, while the latter was directly penetrated and plundered all the vitality in the body to present such a terrifying posture.

He walked all the way, and he could hardly see a complete building, there were ruined walls everywhere, and the bare foundation silently described the terrifying natural disasters that had occurred here.

In this regard, this was also expected by him. In the United States of the Twenty Worlds, under the ravages of that silent man, almost half of New York’s small city has become a piece of scorched earth, and the quality of buildings after a thousand years is definitely not comparable to that now...

In front of him, a small stall selling flatbread and white porridge was knocked over, food was scattered all over the floor, dozens of dusty coppers fell in the dust, reflecting the light of memories in the faint sunlight...

He seemed to have been sitting here for a while...

"I can't beat you, only this way...

If there are two lives that are not enough for you to die, then it can only be said that it is God’s will, but according to Professor Bins, you have lived for more than eighty years, ahem~..."

The smoke and dust in the air filled with the smell of death and blood, choking Carl's unstoppable cough.

The more you go, the more dead bodies are. Still, let the dead go to bury the dead! Since we are alive, we must live well!

Carl covered his nose and mouth, and his steps accelerated a little. He saw too many corpses along the way, and he was almost numb.

Soon, he saw the tall figure half-kneeling with a long sword. The red hair was untidy and dusty, and there were a few blood stains on the handsome face. It was the same strange gray color as the dead muggles, and there was a faint black mist around him.

"Calculating the time, it should be almost the same."

Carl whispered to himself, then took out a Rolex from his pocket, closed his eyes and said silently in his heart: "Five...four...three...two...one..."

He opened his eyes, the corpse was still a corpse, and there was not much change.

He smiled, not discouraged, closed his eyes again and repeated the above steps. After repeating it back and forth more than 20 times without interruption, a bright colorful brilliance lit up inside Gryffindor.

As soon as the black mist that remained silently on his body encountered this brilliance, it was as if Scabbard had encountered Sirius, he shrank and wanted to escape. But it was just in vain, the black mist turned into blue smoke and disappeared the moment it left.

Under the ray of light, Xuan'ao's runes lit up one by one from his body, and then suddenly exerted force to form a cocoon.

Carl tilted his head, he could perceive that the dead spirit entangled in Gryffindor was gradually dissipating, and the vigorous vitality was continuously injected into his body.

咚... 咚... 咚~...

The blood of the heart that had fallen into dead silence flowed again, and a powerful beating sound reached his ears.

"The original version was unveiled immediately, and this special customized version is really bells and whistles.

Sure enough, when it comes to making money, I am just a younger brother compared to the system~..."

Carl curled his lips, watching this miracle of true resurrection, and felt mixed for a while. He still remembered that a long time ago, when he had no money to buy resurrection coins and encountered a boss that could not be beaten, the Holy Blessing Potion became the first choice.

Although only one-third of the blood volume can be recovered, the opportunity to come again is precious in both the game and the reality.

At least, the price has doubled dozens of times.

This is a million gold coins, just like that, and he suddenly felt that he was having trouble breathing again.

This state did not last long. About five minutes later, the colorful cocoon covered by Gryffindor gradually became transparent and then disappeared.

Carl bit his lip and looked down. Although Gryffindor's face was still a little pale, the strange grayish white like a corpse had disappeared. His chest was undulating rhythmically, symmetrical breathing sounded from his nasal cavity, and the wounds on his face healed.

"Hey, dead ghost! Haven't survived, if you're alive, get up for the Lord quickly!"

Carl looked at the culprit who caused him to lose a huge amount of wealth, and Meizizi fell asleep, so he was so angry that he kicked it violently.

"Yeah~...Don't move!"

Gryffindor let out a dazed babble, turned over and hugged Carl's thigh directly.

"Heh...hehe~www.novelmtl.com~ I think you don’t want to live anymore! No, you dare to stand alone in silence, you don’t want to live anymore, you really should leave it alone!"

Several black lines appeared on Karl's forehead, and his fists couldn't help clenching.

He suddenly remembered that there was still a birthday gift given to him by Snape two years ago in his system space. Since he blocked it with dimensional magic, he has never taken it out to protect the world from being destroyed.

And now, it seems to be a good time to deal with this stuff. Anyway, this town has been silently destroyed like this, and at least decades of desolation is inevitable, so it seems that it is no big deal for him to deal with a biological weapon.

"Bubble-HeadCharm! (Bubble-HeadCharm!

Carl smiled evilly, and slowly took out his wand and gave himself an enhanced version of the bubble head curse-the kind he used to watch the ball game with Naiyali in the heavy rain and covered his whole body.

He doesn't want the smell of canned herring on himself, even though the clothes he wears now are not very valuable, but he has a cleanliness...