DNF Meets Harry Potter

On the way back to the hotel, Alia told Neal everything. After the latter learned the truth, Karl's current expression could hardly be described in words.

"This is terrible! This ghostly place has something to do with the evil god!"

Neil smoked a cigarette, exhaled heavily the black smoke ring and said.

"If it has nothing to do with the evil god, I don't want to come here."

Listening to Mr. Sniper's complaints, Karl said indifferently. Anyway, he is immortal, and there are not many things in this world that can kill him. A group of deep divers may not be qualified enough to want his life.

"You're so perverted, it's too late for us to hide from this thing. Fortunately, you came all the way from England to die."

Nick rolled his eyes, he really couldn't understand Carl's thoughts.

"Wealth and wealth are in danger..."

After Karl put down a few words, he began to close his eyes and meditate. There must be a big battle to be fought in the past two days, so it is best to recharge your spirits now!

It was already dark when the three of them returned to the hotel, and Carl took out some cakes and jerky from the inventory for today's dinner. You can't eat anything in Innsmouth, who knows what the hell is in it.

"Rest first, don't worry, I have cast a lot of defensive spells in this room. Even if that weird priest came in person this morning, it wouldn't be so easy to break."

Carl looked at the old steel frame bed in front of him, snapped his fingers crisply, and the small bed immediately turned into a luxurious and gorgeous velvet bed, and the exquisite carvings on the frame were silently praising his exquisite of metamorphosis.

The three of Alia looked at Karl's gorgeous big bed and then at the tattered steel frame bed in front of them, their eyes almost popped out.

Are all your mages that awesome?

"Why are you looking at me like this? With your financial resources, it's not like you can't afford this kind of bed."

Carl pouted, expressing that he could not understand their expressions.

"We all understand the truth. During the assassination mission, my mother can even lie in the grass for a whole day without moving."

"But my teammates are treated the same as me..."

Alicia forced a smile.

"Ahem~, you didn't understand what I meant, you insist on me explaining clearly..."

Carl cleared his throat, with a honey smile on his face, and continued: "Do you understand now? Please use this to calm me down!"

Then a dollar bill appeared out of thin air in his hand, and he stuck it on his forehead.

Alicia: "..."

The three of them were immediately overwhelmed by Karl's extremely cheeky operation. In the three years of their careers as agents, they have never seen such a brazen person...

Afterwards, a few fragrant US dollars went into his wallet...

After collecting the money, they naturally had to do business. With a wave of Carl's hand, the other two beds became as beautiful as his, but the space that was not very big at first seemed more crowded now.

After dealing with these things, Carl lay down comfortably on the bed, waiting for the morning sun to rise tomorrow.

The three of them also quickly packed up everything on their bodies and climbed to bed to rest. What they experienced today had already made him feel exhausted. A perfect sleep was obviously what they needed most at this moment.

A few hours later, some slight noises echoed in the silent Gilman Hotel.

In the darkness, any faint sound under the night seems to be infinitely amplified.

Karl suddenly opened his eyes and lifted the quilt and sat up on the bed. He also left some investigative magic. Even the slightest movement could not escape his induction.

After a while, he seemed to hear intermittent creaking sounds from the stairs and corridors, like intermittent footsteps. So, he began to wonder if there were guests living in other rooms. However, he could not hear other sounds.

Then, after a long and tedious interval, he heard another creaking sound from the stairs and corridor. The faint but damningly obvious sound seemed a sinister omen, as if all his anxieties in Innsmouth had come true, and he knew he was bound to have a big fight with the cursed deep ones here. , but did not expect to come so soon.

Then, no doubt, he heard the discreet, furtive, tentative attempt of the key to unlock the door.

Then, based on the sensitive nerves that have been tempered over the years, the three of Alia, who were sleeping, suddenly discovered something was wrong.

"Don't worry, they can't get in..."

"Are you ready? Next is a battle where either you die or I live..."

Carl waved his hand lightly, and immediately lit up the lights in the room.

The tentative attempt to unlock the lock was unsuccessful. It seemed that the person outside the door had become enraged. The sound of the door banging became violent and terrifying. Obviously, the besiegers used some heavy objects and used them as battering rams to defeat them. Their defense, however, the seemingly fragile door panels miraculously remained strong and were not knocked open.

Karl calmly stood up from the bed, the plaid pajamas on his body began to deform, and soon, the silver-white artifact robe was already wrapped around him.

The pale golden hair turned into black, the green pupils turned into death-like dark eyes, and the spirit of God floated behind him silently, exuding a little bit of fluorescence.

The three of Alia, who have seen so many tricks by Carl, are no longer surprised at this moment. After all, when they were sleeping just now, they saw with their own eyes that Carl's original shirt and shorts suddenly changed into pajamas.

Carl, who had completed the gorgeous transformation, gently opened the window, and it was pouring rain outside at the moment.

"Boom!"

Suddenly thunder broke out, piercing the silence of the sky, as if a furious lion was roaring, showing its majesty in the sky.

A bolt of lightning in the distance pierced the dense black clouds and pierced the silent night sky. Unfortunately, before reaching the ground, it was blocked by a thick cloud, as if lightning was not allowed to invade its territory. At this time, another arc of light illuminated the entire sky, cut through countless black clouds, pierced the ground like a sharp sword, and countless deformed figures appeared from the darkness, as if they had been waiting for a long time.

Carl looked down indifferently, and the central area was next to the Gilman Hotel in the center of the town. The church of the Dagon Theology is also there. Countless deformed Innsmouth people are bathed in the filthy rainwater. They keep roaring and approaching the church, and the disgusting fishy smell in the air is getting stronger and stronger. thicker.

The silver-white lightning light shone on Carl's expressionless face, and the knocking sound from outside the door became louder and louder.

"It's time to put an end to the evil here..."