DNF Meets Harry Potter

Carl slowly stretched out a palm covered with a white light glove, the elements were condensed and born in his hand, and then pressed down lightly.

The dazzling elven fire completely burned the darkness around them.

"It's as tenacious as a cockroach!"

Voldemort watched his magic being broken, and the resentment on his face almost reached its peak.

"Voldemort, you have been living in the grass for ten years. Who is like a cockroach, please speak clearly."

Hearing Voldemort's extremely shameless and ruthless words, Karl was really speechless, it was so shameless.

Although he has an immortal body, he can be regarded as undead. But it was someone else who said this and he recognized it. But the situation also depends on the person! And Voldemort is obviously the least qualified to say this.

"Cherish this last time well! This piece of music is for your funeral!"

Listening to the familiar melody coming from his ear, Carl no longer tried to force Voldemort, but went straight to the means.

"Air support!"

As he chanted, countless beams of light fell in the midair, like a colorless 40th-level ultimatum of a mechanic.

The difference is that what falls is not a robot, but a loudspeaker after another.

Okay, now two BGMs are playing at the same time. But this music is much more powerful than the sound that Carl moved out just now.

The Immortal Movement - The Village of Pain, Lisephine!

The endlessly sad music reverberates in the void, as if every syllable hits the heart. It is interspersed with wailing that touches the depths of the soul, as if all spirits weep and the world perishes.

Endless despair and pain filled Voldemort's heart in an instant. He wanted to break free from this strange state but was tightly bound.

This eerie music outlines the deepest fear and despair in his heart.

"No! Impossible, my body!"

He roared in horror, because he found that the body forcibly occupied by the powerful soul was gradually collapsing in this mourning. First of all, the palm, the skin and flesh fell off inch by inch, and the dark red blood dripped onto the ground. Then the bones began not to break, and the skeleton gradually couldn't bear the gravity. He staggered violently and almost fell to the ground.

"I will live forever, you can't do anything to me!"

Voldemort's voice became more and more vicious. He stood up slowly while leaning on the wall, and the black mist around his body kept pouring into his broken body that was about to collapse.

The damage caused by the music was slowly repaired by him with his strange black magic.

"Damn! What kind of devil are you, you won't die!"

Carl's super-large eyes transformed by transforming into Celia were full of shock.

Voldemort, who suffered a great loss, wrapped the black mist around his body to resist the horrible music. Then, ruthlessly, the wand lightly slid towards his left palm, the piece of flesh fell to the ground, and blood gushed out.

"Blood Feast!"

He directly sacrificed one of Quirrell's palms with blood, and activated the forbidden technique of ancient black wizards.

If it were his own body, he wouldn't use it until the final desperate moment. But the situation is different now. Anyway, it is Quirrell's physical body, and he doesn't feel bad when using it. If it breaks, it will break.

The smell of blood in the void suddenly became extremely strong, drop after drop of blood with a stench condensed in mid-air, and then turned into an endless river of blood that gathered towards Karl, a stream of blood that almost covered the sky. The curtain stands horizontally in the void.

"It seems that you still don't give up!"

Karl shrugged indifferently as he watched the river of blood that was closing in on him.

It's a pity that he didn't spend Gold Gallon to learn the skills of a blood mage, otherwise he could definitely humiliate Voldemort. If they beat you head-on with magic from the same root, I'll ask you if you're angry.

"Cry of Ice Shadow!"

Karl slowly raised his palm, and the power of the elementalist that Celia gave him immediately activated.

The huge ice shadow Aquiles figure gradually condensed into reality under this force. The next moment, the ice elf's hand curled slightly. The bitter and deadly blizzard met the filthy and foul-smelling river of blood head-on.

"Thunder!"

During the transformation of elemental power, several silver-white thunderbolts struck towards the blood river at an extremely exaggerated speed. Endless charges spread throughout the entire space, and the blood river began to collapse unbearably, and blood rained down in the air.

The filthy blood dripped on the ground, hissing, and puffs of white smoke came out.

Magic burst out one after another between the two, and the powerful magic fluctuations blew up the entire room into a mess. But it seems that someone has cast some extremely powerful defensive magic in this room, and the aftermath of the battle between the two is not enough to completely shatter it.

But at the moment Karl was getting more and more anxious, even though Voldemort was being crushed and beaten by him like a grandson now. But this life force is really too tenacious, it can't be killed no matter what, it is even weaker than Xiaoqiang.

Celia's Transformation Potion has a time limit, but it's almost a third of the way through now.

What he didn't know was that Voldemort would not be able to hold on at this moment. Although he could ignore Quirrell's body and use some forbidden black magic, he couldn't stand it if it was placed on him too many times and for a long time.

Because these magics not only consume a lot of mental power, but also Qilo's vitality is running low at the moment, and it has reached the point where it is about to collapse.

"Grass! Voldemort, your life is so hard! It's not dead!" Carl wanted to scold his mother at this moment. When he watched the Harry Potter series of movies in his previous life, whether it was a member of the Order of the Phoenix or a Death Eater, he only knew how to weld. , Holding a magic wand biubiubiu~ and firing small lasers, how come he is one after another not only powerful but also huge in scope and taboo black magic.

He meows me wearing a fake Harry Potter world!

"Forget it, I don't want to pretend anymore, I have a showdown!"

Carl put down the last ruthless words, and began to release the most powerful magic of attacking Celia.

"Super transform form!"

A diamond-shaped cube shining with silver light suddenly enlarged from his body, and then his whole body was inlaid by this strange cube, and then turned at a high speed.

Voldemort couldn't watch Carl play with flowers at this moment, he didn't care at all, and then he excitedly raised his wand and said a spell towards Carl.

Avada Kedavra!

The evil miserable green light shot out from the tip of the staff instantly, and then hit the diamond-shaped square with incomparable precision.

However, this is of no use...

The transformation state covered by the apostle's power is almost invincible in this world.

The next moment, the diamond-shaped cube shattered with a "boo", and Karl's light green skirt had turned black and red at some point, and the same was true for his hair.

"Unexpected, spicy chicken!"

"Grandpa will transform!"

"Ha~ha~ha~ha~!"

This kind of battle scene is so difficult, I almost lost my whole body (╥╯﹏╰╥)

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