DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Just because you little bugs want to stop me? The three of you will be buried together today!"

Voldemort, who had taken Quirrell back through his life force, was particularly arrogant at the moment.

Although he said it with disdain, he knew that his time was limited and he couldn't last long. The remaining life in Qi Luo's body has already been tossed by him.

So he knew that what he had to do was to kill Carl and Lily before the potential and vitality of this broken body were exhausted, and then get the Philosopher's Stone from that damned Potter.

Otherwise, even if he got the Sorcerer's Stone, he might not be able to get out of Hogwarts to perform the resurrection ceremony, and all this hard work would be in vain.

For the first time in the past ten years, he was so close to a perfect resurrection, as long as he got rid of the two people who were in the way.

Anyway, he is not afraid of wearing shoes when he is barefoot, and he has been so humble that he has endured ten years of being possessed by rodents in the grass of Albania. What could be worse than this?

Therefore, he immediately used the most powerful black magic he could release now.

Quirrell's life and soul power turned into boundless darkness and surrounded him from all directions. Karl couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle when he saw this extremely evil black magic.

"The Flame of Illusion!"

The purple illusory flame was born from his hands, and instantly expanded into a huge thing, with huge dimensional power gushing out. And this only slightly slowed down the spread of darkness, before it was completely annihilated into nothingness.

"Rose Prison!"

Red and blue roses bloomed to meet them, but in just one breath, the emerald green thorn branches turned completely black and turned into fly ash, and the dewy petals withered and rotted one after another, exuding a foul smell .

"Fear this cold and dark death..."

On the periphery of the darkness, Voldemort watched with interest the three Carls at the center of his magic.

Harry was really desperate at the moment, even Karl and the mysterious queen seemed helpless with this black magic.

"Oh, this Voldemort is really disgusting."

Carl saw that Lily's magic had no effect on himself, and sighed softly while holding his forehead helplessly.

"Voldemort, you forced me to do this! I didn't want to do it!"

Carl muttered to himself, frowned, and took out a bottle of potion with a flick of his wrist. By the way, he took out a speaker from the inventory, and cut the BGM casually, and "Warrior Like the Wind" sounded.

He stared at the potion in his hand. The women's clothing that he hadn't worn for a long time seemed a bit heavy in his hands, but in order to send poor Professor Quirrell and the damned Voldemort for the last time, he chose to bear the weight alone.

Because he knew that the next meeting with Lord Voldemort's soul would be three years away if there were no accidents. And some people are destined not to be trapped in this small Hogwarts. Only when he returns to nature can he truly realize the value of his life.

For Carl and Lily, he is a burden. And for this fertile ground of Hogwarts, he is hope!

Thinking of Quirrell's miserable end, Carl finally softened his heart. He has a biodegradable urn specially prepared for poor Professor Quirrell. It uses soil and ashes to allow poor Professor Quirrell to turn into a tree to watch over Hogwarts forever.

Carl unplugged the plug blankly, glanced at Lily and Harry beside him with cold eyes, and began to recall the casting of the Forgetting Curse in his mind, as if he had forgotten nothing?

Who cares, if you forget everything, labor and capital will lose money and buy water drops from the Forgotten River!

After drinking all the medicine in his hand in one gulp, he immediately felt Celia's true hidden mighty power.

"Beyana, Make up!"

Sorry, I mispronounced the incantation. It was a special one-sleep incantation for the undead of Ista just now. Let us do it again.

"Celia, Make up!"

The ancient and mysterious singing sounded, and the brilliance of hundreds of millions of stars gathered in one body, completely enveloping Karl's body, and even the endless darkness that spread around was pushed back by this star-like brilliance.

Voldemort was also dumbfounded seeing Carl's mutation at the moment, what kind of operation is this?

And under the action of this force, the large amount of dimensional magic that Karl lost because of releasing the space-time compass just now instantly recharged, and what overflowed was completely absorbed by the black eyes of darkness in the heart, without any waste.

The short pale golden hair on his head grew rapidly, and starlight imprinted on it, gradually transforming into silvery white.

The original Xinghuayueyin robe turned into a light green long skirt, and even the spiritual leap of the gods on the back was distorted by this brilliance, turning into a beautifully shaped and luxurious long stick.

The skin became fairer and more translucent, and the long eyelashes trembled slightly, exuding an extremely domineering pressure.

Celia's elven inheritance is imprinted in his mind. In addition to the attack form and auxiliary form, there are many more elemental magic.

Suddenly, Karl's eyes opened suddenly, and then he landed on the ground. The first thing he did when he landed was to quickly touch his chest.

"Fortunately, it hasn't gotten bigger..."

The conclusion he reached made him feel relieved, and Celia's powerful power even directly changed the Spirit of God into her appearance, which made him very flustered.

Lily and Harry put their hands over their mouths, almost bulging their eyes.

"Why are you looking at me? Do I have flowers on my face? Besides, if you dare to tell what happened today, I will turn you two into ghouls."

Carl Celia Harris looked at the two stunned, with a kind smile on her delicate face.

"We understand..."

Harry and Lily swallowed in a daze. Their three views were about to be shattered at the moment. What kind of potion was that? It even twisted people.

It turns out that women's clothing can also become stronger? Stand up!

"Get ready to feel the real fear! Let the apostle's glory illuminate the whole world!"

Looking at the darkness that had been driven back by the billions of stars gathered by his transformation, Carl's eyes penetrated layers of darkness, and smiled at Voldemort, who was bewildered at the moment.

"Disgusting and damned bug, I don't care what kind of apostle you become. In short, there must be a life or death between us today!"

Seeing Karl's mutation, Voldemort gritted his teeth secretly. He felt an extremely powerful magic wave from Carl, and this magic wave was completely different from the dimensional magic he just cast, as if he was a different person.

"Voldemort, let me correct you here. You die, I live, the inevitable result! Moreover, if the real apostle comes in person, you won't be able to survive a move! I just borrowed some tiny powers from an apostle... ..."