DNF Meets Harry Potter

Endless chess pieces appeared out of thin air above the ground, and a big puppet hand loomed in midair.

The original marble floor began to deform, and one after another black and white squares began to fill in.

Seeing this change, Karl can finally relax at this moment. Quirrell is really tight in his heyday state. It is too reluctant for him to fight alone. He can only protect himself and Harry from harm. It is extremely difficult to reverse the offensive.

"How did it come so slowly?"

Karl cursed secretly and rushed onto the battlefield.

Harry stared blankly at Lily, who looked extremely noble sitting on the throne, and suddenly felt an indescribable feeling.

"My knight, charge for me!"

Wearing a golden crown and a long red dress, Lily stood on the queen's seat, with the wand of flowers in her hand slightly pointing towards Quirrell. Countless knights on tall horses rushed up in an instant.

"Who are you?!"

Quirrell was frightened and angry, and could only wave his wand to fend off the enemy.

"Torn apart!"

Following the obscure chants in his mouth, blasting spells swung over to meet these strange chess pieces. He thought to himself that they were just chess pieces, and Professor McGonagall's chessboard also didn't withstand a single spell from him.

However, the inherited magic from Queen Clara is not as fragile as Professor McGonagall's chess game.

Spears, golden daggers, and giant swords met these blasting spells and completely cut them open without causing any waves.

"Dimension Ion Beam!"

The Dimensional Stone in his hand slowly dissipated, and what Karl got in exchange was an unparalleled Dimensional Cannon.

"Do you think I'm still as fragile as that day? You seem to have forgotten what I said, I'm never alone!"

Seeing the magic that Carl and Lily attacked, Quirrell smiled instead of anger.

It was beyond his expectation that the blasting spells did not break these chess pieces. However, after Voldemort was blackmailed by Karl in the office that day, in order to ensure the safety of the plan, he forcibly taught Quirrell a lot of black magic at any cost. .

There will be no pies in the sky, and the power obtained out of thin air is destined to pay a huge price. This price is because of the erosion of black magic. Quirrell is destined not to live long, and this process can almost be regarded as irreversible. But Voldemort is very powerful, anyway, when he gets the Sorcerer's Stone, he will sacrifice Quirrell's blood when he gets it, so he will use it as waste at the moment.

So he just told Quirrell that this is a normal phenomenon after the ceremony is successful, and it can be rectified by potion.

Tool man can be so miserable, his fate has almost been clearly arranged by Karl and his boss.

"The Cursed Domain!"

The black and white chessboard was slowly eroded by the curse, and endless resentful souls emerged from the ground. They wailed and clung to the chess pieces, and the power of erosion was brought to the extreme in an instant. Countless hands covered in blood and corpses broke through the chessboard and grabbed Carl and Harry who were still on the ground.

Karl was instantly dumbfounded. The power of black magic at this level was already close to the dark ritual that Voldemort performed that day. When did Quirrell become so fierce.

"Go!"

The power of the dimension was attached to the legs, and Carl grabbed Harry's shoulders and flew into the air.

Lily frowned as she watched the ghostly hands stretching below her. Quirrell's difficulty was simply beyond her imagination. But she is not a vegetarian either, the big hand of the puppet suspended in the void suddenly shines brightly, and it looks like an orchid finger, and then presses down hard on Quirrell.

Wide range of AOE skills!

The big hand of the puppet slapped the ground, and the whole room began to vibrate violently. The ghost hand that Quirrell summoned was directly flattened by this palm core. A huge stone pillar kept making muffled noises, as if it couldn't bear the huge force.

"Bloom!"

Lily knew that this blow would definitely not kill Quirrell. When the wand of flower language was waved, the stones on the ground turned into fertile soil, and the buds began to grow rapidly, branching, blooming, blooming, just in an instant, The originally shattered battlefield has become a sea of ​​roses!

One after another, the red and blue roses bloomed beautifully, and countless sharp thorns were entangled together and turned into huge vines, which were slammed in one direction.

Harry had never seen such a huge scene before, and he was almost dumbfounded. Before, he still wanted to stop the mastermind with Hermione Ron and the others, but now that he thinks about it, the three of them may not be enough for Quirrell to fight alone.

Carl patted his chest, staring closely at the battlefield below, his brows almost twisted into Sichuan characters. As far as the current situation is concerned, Quirrell's combat power is a bit too unmagical.

Suddenly, a slight blue light glowed in the ocean of flowers, and then quickly enlarged, it was the light of Fierce Fire! These bright red and blue roses suddenly became nourishment for Fierce Fire, devouring half of the sea of ​​flowers in the blink of an eye.

The boundless Fierce Flame grew bigger and bigger, and then turned into a giant blue flame and punched it.

"Bishop, open the barrier!"

Behind Lily, several solemn stone statues of bishops stretched out their hands and opened their huge shields to forcefully block the punch. When the shield touched the fist of flame, the sound of cracking egg shells sounded immediately, and spider web-like cracks spread all over the huge shield.

"fire!"

With Lily's coquettish drink, the charging of several cannons has been completed at this moment.

Four fiery light beams bombarded the blue flame giant with endless light and heat. After the giant's human form suffered this huge blow, it couldn't bear it anymore, and it turned into fierce fire again.

"The Flame of Illusion!"

Karl chanted softly at the right time, and the blue-purple illusory flame appeared in the void and enveloped the endless Fiendfire, and the burst of dimensional power completely swallowed up the Fiendfire.

"Where did this damned stinky woman come from, how could she be so powerful?!"

Quirrell put his hand on the pillar and panted heavily, greeting Lily's family frantically in his heart. His black robe has been cut into rags by sharp thorns, and the dark red blood is constantly gurgling out.

As the blood flowed out, his face became paler. And the big move just now is not something that can be released just now, every time one is used, it will add a huge burden to one's body, that is black magic! The extremely miserable dark wizards who have studied black magic in history are estimated to be lined up from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade.

"Come on, Clara, so as not to have long nights and dreams, let's send him on his way!"

Carl noticed Quirrell's miserable state, smiled and looked at Lily sitting on the throne, a dimensional stone has turned into a little bit of starlight in midair and merged into his body...