DNF Meets Harry Potter

"I gave you a chance, I don't owe you anything..."

Under the wind and sand all over the sky, Carl walked away gradually with an empty crystal bottle whispering...

Item Name: Holy Blessing Potion (Special Customized Version)

Rarity: (Artifact)

Price: 1,000,000 gold coins

Instructions for using special items: If the user dies within 12 hours after taking this potion, the user can be revived after a delay of one hour and recover 30% of HP and magic power

Ps. I give you time to regret and a chance to regret - Karl Harris...  

The original function of the holy blessing potion was to revive the user immediately after death, but he made a request to the system. The system wanted to refuse, because changing the nature of potion is very difficult, but...

One million gold coins is equivalent to ten thousand galleons. How long will it take to earn it?

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On the square in the center of the town, the huge black mist was finally conceived at this moment, and the endless coldness swept over, even the sunlight could not dispel it.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault that I didn't save you in time, if..."

Gryffindor's face was full of sadness, and he was responsible for the terrible consequences. All this could have been avoided were it not for his arrogance.

But this is just his wishful thinking. Under the final madness of the black-clothed bishop, the souls of the two silent original hosts have long been burned, leaving only the most primitive darkness and tyranny.

"Call God to protect you!"

For such an unprecedented horror of dark magic creatures, it is a good choice to condense the Patronus with happiness.

Wisps of soft milky white light floated from the tip of the staff, and the coldness that was silently brought about around him was somewhat dispelled by the sudden joyful breath.

The rays of light gathered more and more, and quickly condensed into a huge lion with wings. The lion roared up to the sky, then flapped its wings fiercely, waved its sharp claws, tore the black mist that escaped from Mo Ran's body, and charged incomparably bravely. to the sky.

This is a golden fierce lion!

Gryffindor knew very well that most conventional attack spells would not be effective for such creatures as silently. Only advanced white magic and black magic could have the power to fight.

But at this moment, the huge black mist that covered the sky and the sun in the sky swooped down towards the lion as if it had found a prey, with the desire to devour it.

In order to escape bad luck, young wizards will restrain their magical powers, but due to lack of guidance, they have not learned to control and control their own powers, so they have spawned parasites - dark magical powers silently.

So in a sense, Moran is the high-concentration product of the magic power of the wizard after being compressed and metamorphosed. Its essence exceeds the magic power in any wizard's body, and the magic constructed by the wizard's magic power can be easily suppressed.

Any wizard is fatal when facing Momo!

This is the ultimate reason why the silent ones who survived even have to win over old monsters like Grindelwald.

Gryffindor, who was holding his Patronus tightly on the ground and fighting silently, turned pale. Obviously, the mana load of manipulating such a huge Patronus is not ordinary.

The galloping black mist split into black tentacles like gangrene on the bone, and entangled them towards the lion. The male lion kept waving its sharp claws to cut it off, but it didn't want those severed tentacles to split again in an instant.

Facing more and more black tentacles, the male lion gradually began to be unable to do what he wanted. There were strands of white mist breaking away from it and annihilating into nothingness, and the frequency of attacks became slower and slower.

On the other hand, the silent arrogance became more and more powerful. Gradually, the black tentacles it differentiated wrapped around the lion's limbs, then the neck, and finally the torso.

Facing the invasion of dark forces, the male lion could only let out a powerless roar, which became weaker and weaker in the end...

Seeing that his prey was completely restrained like it was in the past when it was dying, suddenly, the mass of black mist that was constantly churning and converging roared and opened its body to be absorbed into the body.

Seeing that the patron saint that he had consumed most of his magic power and condensed spirit was completely swallowed by being silently cut off in less than ten minutes, Gryffindor resisted the dizziness in his mind and took several steps back. , even the hand holding the wand was trembling, and almost dropped it several times.

After silently devouring the patron saint, as if he was still not satisfied, he wreaked havoc on the square recklessly. the earth

When the Muggles living around the square heard the terrifying whistling sound from outside the house, they all cracked the window slightly with fear and curiosity to find out what happened.

It's just that they don't know that this is the last scene they saw before they died...

"No—! Devil! This is the devil!"

"Merciful Lord! Please save your poor believer~..."

The majestic black mist ran through the low earth embryo houses with an unstoppable force, huge stones fell from the sky, and the sound of desperate screams and cries continued for a while, under the gloomy sky, bloody The smell is spreading.

There are dilapidated human and animal corpses everywhere, and the scene in front of you is like hell.

The wind and sand poured into Gryffindor's nostrils, and he coughed violently while covering his face. Just like the previous knight commander, at this moment he is half-kneeling on the ground leaning on the silver sword, like a candle in the wind...

Gryffindor laughed miserably. His right hand holding the wand had already begun to rot. Although not a single drop of blood flowed from the large and small wounds on his body, they were already turning black and rotten. After the Patronus was defeated, he didn't even catch the first round of silent attacks, and he was lucky that he didn't die suddenly on the spot.

He could feel that the vitality in his body was passing away rapidly, and his life would come to an end in a few minutes at most.

"sorry Sorry……"

Gryffindor murmured softly, with blood spilling from his mouth and nose. He lowered his head, staring blankly at the cracked ground and the town that was being silently destroyed, an uncontrollable breath of despair welled up in his heart.

His body began to shake in the wind and sand, and finally fell limply to the ground, but he did not let go of the silver long sword until he died.

All the buildings in the entire town trembled under the silent and unscrupulous destruction.

The magnificent church became ruins, and the statue of the holy cloth was ruthlessly crushed by the black storm; the noble manors were left with ruins, and their proud blood was useless in the face of natural disasters of this level; Even the soil has been cut off by three points, and the green wheat seedlings that are thriving have turned into a dead grayish white...

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