DNF Meets Harry Potter

The first experience is bad!

Carl clutched his forehead, he felt like his brain was going to explode now! It took him a while to readjust himself.

"By the way, you haven't told me your name after all that has been said!"

Gryffindor bragged about his adventures again, and then he slapped his head and remembered the question just now.

"Prey, Prey Isis~..."

Carl thought for a while, and said the name he often used when he was walking around the rivers and lakes before.

When going out, which idiot uses his real name, who doesn't have a few vests and trumpets or something. In case of encountering a dark wizard who is proficient in the art of cursing, like him, he really doesn't know how he died when he got to the god of death.

"Isis? What a strange last name~..."

Hearing this strange surname, Gryffindor frowned, and searched in his mind for a while but could not find any information about this surname.

At the same time, he also became puzzled, but if he was a little Muggle-born wizard, it would be impossible for him to have his own magic wand at such a young age. In this chaotic era of war and chaos, many powerful wand makers were lost because of the pursuit of the Holy See. Traces, even Gryffindor's own wands are made in-house by the family.

"Gee~..."

Just when Gryffindor was about to say something, an inappropriate voice made him laugh a little.

"Okay, I almost forgot that you were going to be in a coma for a whole day.

So I'll get you something to eat, and you lie on the bed and don't move around~..."

After Gryffindor supported Carl to lie down, he drew the silver sword from his waist and walked out of the cave.

Staring at the huge ruby ​​on the hilt of the sword, Carl was about to salivate, how much it would be worth in Galleons if it was sold!

After Gryffindor left, Carl was the only one left in the empty cave. He leaned on the stone wall boredly, turned his wrist, and a handful of shining colorful powder appeared in his hand. This is the "thousand years" necessary to create the cycle of reincarnation.

Looking at the "Thousand Years" lying quietly in his palm, Karl's nose was sour, and tears almost flowed down. Just because of this thing and the certificate of the time traveler, he has suffered a lot this time, and even risked his life. He came to this unknown time and space, and now he has no idea how to go back. This price It can be said not to be too big.

Sure enough, the gift given by fate has already marked the price secretly. It is unrealistic and does not exist to get something for nothing...

Karl took a last look at the hard-won rare material in his palm and put it away, sucked in the cool air, endured the severe pain from the wound on his body, adjusted his posture, and was about to lie down.

Roar!

At this time, a terrifying roar interrupted his movements, his face froze, he struggled to get up and looked around the cave.

A flash of light flashed through his mind, and he understood everything. When Gryffindor came to this cave before, the original owner must have gone for food, and now, it is back. But, Gryffindor just went out~...

"Fuck! Don't play like this!"

Carl really wants to scold his mother now, he's going to do all the crap this time!

The roar was getting closer and closer, a burly and sharp claw gradually appeared in his line of sight, and then the whole body was magnified.

A black bear walked in, the blood of some kind of creature still remained on the corners of its mouth and paws, and for a moment, a thick bloody air rushed towards its face.

The black bear trembles with its hair and flesh when it walks. It is ridiculously fat. It has thick arms and a round waist, and its body is covered with black hair, which is dense and long.

The head is like a big pompom, with pointed ears, a small nose, and a pair of crystal ball eyes. What's more interesting is the little fluffy tail, which swings around on it, which is really out of proportion to its fat body.

Seeing that his territory was occupied by humans, the black bear roared angrily and rushed over. Although it had a round body and was extremely fat, its speed was astonishingly fast. In just two or three seconds, it is already close at hand!

If this creature had been left before he was injured, a spell could have solved it, but now it is inevitable that it will cause a headache.

"Shenfeng Wuying!"

Carl took out his wand again, and recited the spell tremblingly. This time, he didn't dare to push himself too hard. He knew that he was in a bad state and could only cast one or two spells at most, and then he probably would be misfired. The worst thing is to pass out again.

The invisible blade of the void sliced ​​through the air, made a sound of sonic boom, roared and screamed at the black bear that charged towards him, a bloody flower bloomed on his chest, and a hideous wound stretched across his thigh. The blood couldn't stop flowing.

"Powder body...

ah! "

Worried that this guy would not die, Karl tremblingly raised his wand again and tried to apply another spell, but his mind felt as if thousands of steel needles were pierced in severe pain.

"Slap!"

He let go of his hand, and the wand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"This time I was tricked by you!"

Such a thought flashed through Carl's mind, but now he only felt that the sky was spinning constantly. Before he passed out again, he gave the middle finger bitterly to the hat that was set aside.

But fortunately, that divine front Wuying before him was extremely powerful, even though it didn't directly cut the black bear in half, it still cut off all the vitality in its body.

More than half an hour later, Gryffindor came back happily with his long sword in hand. He was lucky to have encountered a wild boar just now and killed it without much effort.

"Uh-huh!"

Soon, the strong smell of blood wafted out after the death of the black bear. He sniffed his nose, and after confirming the source of the smell, his face instantly turned extremely pale.

"Snapped!"

After a crisp explosion, his figure disappeared instantly, and when he reappeared, he was already in the cave.

"It's okay...it's okay! This kid still has two brushes, no wonder he was able to escape the pursuit of the Holy See at such a young age~..."

Gryffindor glanced at the black bear, which was only one meter away from the stone bed and collapsed in a pool of blood, and couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. It was absolutely impossible to attack Karl on the bed from this position. However, he seemed to have fainted again, and he was still going to check his injuries again just to be on the safe side.

He tried not to make a sound as he walked over and squatted down. He reached out his hand to touch Carl's cheek, but seemed to notice that his hand was hesitant due to the blood stains from the previous hunting, and then retreated. Otherwise, when he wakes up later, he will have another venomous tongue.

"Clean up!"

He said silently in his heart, and then stretched out his palm...