DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Congratulations to the host for successfully killing the hound of Tindalos and obtaining the certificate of time traveler (artifact)!

Congratulations to the host for crossing the millennium and gaining Millennium Years (Inheritance) x 1, Millennium Step (rare) x 5! "

The system's cold notification sounded in Carl's ear, but unfortunately he can't hear it now, because he has entered a deep coma and woke up after a long time.

He has to thank the powerful immunity brought by the immortal body to make him survive this time-space turbulence, otherwise, other people would have died long ago and there is not even a scum left.

But even so, his current situation is also extremely miserable.

At this moment, his magic power has already been exhausted due to resisting the turbulent flow of time and space, and the dark eye in the heart is also extremely weak. He understood that if he did it again, he would definitely play gg.

The artifact robe, which was originally excellent in defense, has long since lost its function. It was cut into rags by the power of time and space, and it is estimated that the system will not even need it for recycling. He sat on the ground full of gravel, resisted the great dizziness in his mind and opened the transcendental perception.

The severe pain from his body made Karl almost faint. He took a breath and began to observe his injuries.

The most powerful attribute of space-time turbulence is tearing. Under the perspective of God brought by transcendental perception, Karl clearly saw that some bones on his bloody back were about to be exposed.

Most of the flesh and blood on his arm disappeared, and the hideous wounds all showed the horrible injuries he had suffered before, and a wound on his abdomen almost extended to his chest. He coughed violently, and there were some internal organs in the blood foam.

"That damned mad dog..."

Carl didn't even have the strength to yell at him now, he endured the pain and took out the shining Remy Aids one by one and put them on the ground, gasping for breath, he opened the stoppers and started taking drugs.

The high-end potions made by the clergy were very effective. Karl lay on the ground and clearly felt a huge vitality pouring into his body, and the extremely hideous wounds on his body faintly revealed colorful lights.

Under the effect of the potion, those wounds that were still bleeding stopped bleeding quickly, and countless small granulation sprouted from the wounds, and then quickly began to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye. Although those huge wounds quickly The bleeding was stopped, but there was no sign of healing at all. On the contrary, the violent space-time power remaining on his body was still causing new injuries.

However, he was satisfied with the status quo. Although Remy's assistance could not heal him, it could at least restore some of his mobility, so that he would not have the slightest strength to walk on this unknown land.

Suddenly, a burst of dizziness hit. Carl stretched out a hand with great difficulty to arrange a safe guard around him, and then he could no longer bear the double exhaustion both physically and mentally, fell to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long it took before a young man with red hair and a top hat appeared on the distant horizon. He looked about twenty years old, with a silver sword stuck in his waist, which was enough to make Karl excited when he saw it. The ruby ​​that jumped up immediately was inlaid on the hilt of the sword.

"Huh~?"

Seemingly aware of something blocking him, the young man let out a gasp, then became excited as if remembering something. He concealedly took out a small wooden stick from his sleeve, tapped it in the void, and muttered words.

A sound like a broken mirror sounded, and the void in front of the young man began to fluctuate and gradually reveal his true face.

"Such a serious injury, is it the little wizard who was hunted down by the Holy See and just completed the awakening of the magic riot?"

Hey! You are so lucky to meet me! "

The young man lowered his eyes, and appeared next to Karl in the next moment. He raised his hair extremely narcissistically, picked Karl up carefully, and left the place quickly with the wind under his feet.

...

In a dimly lit cave, Karl moved his fingers, and all the senses in his body were recovering. Immediately afterwards, he blinked his eyes with some difficulty, and sat up from the stone bed.

"Damn it! I've been seen by someone again. The last time I saw it was Dumbledore's old glass? I don't know who it is this time, I hope it's not a copper alchemist~..."

Feeling the roughness of the linen clothes and trousers that someone changed for him, Karl lowered his head, and his bloody palms were already covered with bandages. Although the style was not very good-looking, it was avoided anyway. The wound is inflamed.

The clothes on his body were too big, not for a man of his stature at all. So much so that when he got out of bed and walked, he had to support it with one hand, and his trouser legs were rolled up several layers.

"Where am I? What time is it? How do I get back?"

Karl twitched the corners of his mouth, and couldn't help asking these three soul questions. Judging from the clothes on his body, he knew that he might have time-traveled again this time. Who in the modern world still wears this kind of clothes? !

"It's not cute, I think you should lie down now!"

As if he heard the movement from inside the cave, the red-haired young man just walked in and saw Karl, who doubted that life was incompetent and furious.

"Your bed made of stone is too hard, it hurts my back! Also, uncle, who are you? The place I've been lying on before is more comfortable than this!"

Karl curled his lips, looked back and said angrily that there was only some straw laid and the stone bed had just been hewn out. There is no harm without comparison, and now he faintly misses the velvet bed at Hogwarts.

"What do you call me? Uncle?!"

The smile on the face of the red-haired young man disappeared in an instant. He is only twenty-three this year, and he is in the prime of his youth. How could he become a greasy uncle in the mouth of this little devil?

"You have to be a man! Your weather-beaten face is more than enough to say that you are thirty years old~..."

Karl said something casually, and then flipped his wrist, and a walnut wand transformed from a golden staff appeared in his hand. He looked down at his extremely ill-fitting linen clothes again, and clicked his wand on it.

The red-haired young man looked at the style of Karl's wand, although he had some doubts in his eyes, he still didn't say anything, just suppressed the curiosity in his heart and quietly watched what he wanted to do.

Soon, the clothes and trousers automatically shrink to fit the body. Then he put away his wand in annoyance. He was seriously injured before, and even though he had taken a lot of potions, there was still no magic power left in his body. It was difficult to change his clothes. Just like that, he almost suffered from hypoglycemia again. up.

Carl rubbed his face, shook his head, and tried his best to get rid of the dizziness in his mind. After a lot of tossing, he finally stood up and didn't fall down, otherwise it would be too shameful.

The red-haired young man stared blankly at Carl's mysterious operation. Why is the plot different from what he imagined? Shouldn't he be crying and thanking himself for picking him up from the road, and then crying and hugging his thigh?

Who would wake up from a coma and fiddle with their clothes the first time!