DNF Meets Harry Potter

The footsteps of the three of Carl stopped at the front of a tall building with a round roof-some yellow paint remained on the building, and a signboard that had been partially worn away declared that it was "Gilman's Lodge".

"OK!"

Karl immediately agreed without saying anything, and he still chose to play the role of the younger brother until he got into a fight with the heretics of the "Dagon Secret Cult".

Often it seems the most harmless to humans and animals is the deadliest...

Seeing that Carl didn't make any comments, Aliya and Nick were finally relieved. The two mental pollutions just now almost drove the two of them crazy. What to do next is to ask Karl, a professional, for his opinion before making a specific decision.

Nick stepped forward and pushed open the door of the hotel, and a smell of damp sawdust immediately came out.

Nick frowned, and fanned the air in front of him with his hands, looking very uncomfortable.

"Three guests, do you want to stay in the hotel?"

A gloomy and hoarse voice floated from the counter.

The voice came from a gaunt, stooped man, nearly six feet tall, in shabby civilian clothes and a gray peaked cap with frayed corners.

He was about thirty-five years old, but if you don't pay attention to the sullen and expressionless face, just see the strange, deeply sunken wrinkles on the sides of the man's neck, it is easy to overestimate him. age.

He had a narrow head, a pair of bulging, pale blue eyes that never seemed to blink, a flat nose, receding forehead and chin, and what appeared to be underdeveloped ears.

There was hardly any beard around the long, thick lips, and on the heavily pored, grayish cheeks, save for a few sparse patches of yellow hair scattered and curled irregularly; the face seemed somewhat irregular in places. Odd, as if the epidermis had peeled off due to some skin disease.

Carl's first impression of this man was that he was so ugly that Old Tom at the Leaky Cauldron could be regarded as handsome compared to him.

"A deep diver who is about to completely transform..."

Carl secretly drew a conclusion in his heart, and at the same time raised his vigilance a bit.

"Do you have a triple room here?"

Nick took out a hundred-dollar bill and put it on the somewhat decayed old counter and asked. Because of using the mysterious world toys, he now has some resistance to these heresies.

"Yes~, of course there are..."

The man chuckled, as if he was happy that he finally got a deal after a long time.

He slowly reached into the drawer and began to grope.

And the sound of interlacing metal keys coming from the drawer made Nick feel particularly harsh and unpleasant.

"Hold it, guest, Room 423. Old Jim is here to give you a piece of advice, don't stay here for long, you'd better leave as soon as possible tomorrow morning, or you will regret it..."

The man who called himself Old Jim handed Nick a rusty key with a smirk that made it doubtful whether it would work. Then Karl and Aliya came forward and wrote their names in the passenger book.

Then the three of Carl followed a surly, withdrawn waiter up three flights of creaking stairs and through dusty, seemingly lifeless corridors.

They were allotted a dreary, shabby room back from the street, with two windows, three small steel-framed beds, and some bare, cheap furniture. The room overlooked a dirty, run-down courtyard, with low, dilapidated brick buildings surrounding it; and a patch of dilapidated roofs stretching to the west, and the country moors beyond.

There was a bathroom at the end of the corridor--a depressing antique with ancient marble basins, tin tubs, dim electric lights, and moldy wooden brackets mounted around the pipes.

After taking Carl and the others to see the room, the waiter stretched out a hand and gently closed the door, and limped away.

The hand was large, well-veined, and of a very unusual bluish-gray color. The fingers are somewhat noticeably short compared to the rest of the palm, and always seem to curl toward the massive center of the palm.

Nick and Aaliyah also noticed that his gait was a bit odd and his feet were a little too big. The more they both paid attention to his feet, the more they wondered if he could really get a pair of shoes that fit them.

Aliya stared at the old, decayed door, resting her chin on one hand, as if thinking about something.

"Did you notice the waiter's hand closing the door and his walking posture?"

Nick walked over slowly and hugged Aliya gently, with an ugly expression on his face.

Alia, who was in his arms, nodded slightly. Along the way, the things they encountered simply refreshed their worldview. What happened in Plum Town a few years ago seems to be more important than the scales and claws that have just been revealed here. Not as good.

"Stay safe!\

,""Expel the enemy!"

"Silence!"

Karl didn't have the chance to show their love and spread dog food madly, anyway, Nayari probably found him soon. The purple light that symbolized the power of the dimension flickered in his hand, and silently released several protective magics in the room.

"You guys can really feel the horror here now. I didn't say anything big just now."

With a wave of Karl's hand, the dilapidated sofa immediately became extremely gorgeous under his exquisite deformation technique, and then he lay down comfortably on it, and took a sip of the juice on his hand.

The eyeballs of the two people, who are so affectionate, are about to drop from this miraculous operation. Are all magicians so good?

"I wonder how you two dared to set foot in Innsmouth with your two pistols."

Karl was lying on the sofa watching the two, his big Kazilan eyes were full of suspicion. How did these two people become senior investigators.

"Who told you that we only have two people and four guns? It's just that the people with the weapons haven't arrived yet."

Hearing Carl's extremely suspicious tone, Nick couldn't help but argue.

"Do you still have helpers and weapons?"

Karten sat up suddenly, he really didn't expect this result.

"Yes, his name is Neil, and he is a very powerful sniper. All the firearms and weapons for this operation are with him. We just came to inquire about the situation first and find a place to stay for him..."

Aliya brushed her beautiful hair and explained with a smile.

...

Three hours later, Nick looked at the communicator in his hand with a sweet smile on his face.

The three of them immediately set off towards the outskirts of Innsmouth. A tattered-looking minivan was parked beside the swamp, and it looked like it had been waiting for a long time.

"Long time no see, Nick, Alicia..."

"Long time no see, Neil..."