DNF Meets Harry Potter

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Carl opened his eyes, gently lifted the quilt and got out of bed, watching the children who were still sleeping around them skillfully dressed, and then disappeared in an instant.

Magician (male) basic skills - teleportation.

After just obtaining the DNF system, Carl knew that this thing must be the agent of Penguin.

So even at the risk of staying up late and not growing taller, he would go out two nights a week to rob the rich and help the poor to earn some extra money to lay the foundation for future bargaining, but of course the only one who would help the poor was himself. But the lack of sleep, sorry, isn't class time the best time? Anyway, he went to a cheap public school. He didn't get a lot of sleep in class, and he didn't get a lot of sleep.

London lights up at night, and various bars and dance halls that have closed during the day become active under the shroud of darkness. Wherever there is light, there must be darkness, and the night provides a good umbrella for sin.

Although it is not as good as Gotham City in the American comics, there are many crimes in London at night in the 1990s. Karl's twice-weekly night tours almost always yielded some results, even if he didn't meet the hero to save the beauty, and then the little girl's life-saving grace could not be repaid, only good things like promises were made, but they also did a lot of work. criminal.

After all, he is still young, and he will not be asked by black-hearted capitalists if he goes out to work as a child laborer. Apart from this trick, he really can't think of any way to make money.

In line with humanitarianism, he has never murdered those gangsters. Usually, he directly strips and robs all his wealth and throws it into the trash can, but this time it seems that he is about to break his precepts.

"Bang!"

A crisp gunshot pierced the night sky, Carl's eyes lit up, he had a gun, and he was afraid that he was going to make a fortune tonight.

Then appeared in his line of sight was a young man running very fast. Looking at the woman's handbag in his hand and the gun that was smoking gunpowder before he could put it back in his pocket, he knew who the murderer was.

"Magic Shield!"

Carl sang softly, and a light blue shield shrouded his body. After all, the other party had a gun. One shot gave him a headshot. Although he was immortal, he could feel the pain and the real death. Don't want to experience it again.

Just when he put on his shield and was about to blow the man down with a magical whirlwind, he didn't think that the murderer's children's shoes would raise his hand again, and he didn't push you too much, just pulling the trigger was a shot.

The dark muzzle spewed out sinister flames, and a high-speed flying bullet shot towards Carl.

"Fuck, shoot directly, people don't talk much!"

Carl couldn't help but exclaimed, although he has been in the black and black business for three years, and he has encountered all kinds of vicious gangsters, but this is the first time he has met such a ruthless werewolf.

However, this is of no use. You are as ruthless as you are, and you still have to die. Cal dismissed the idea of ​​a whirlwind of magic knocking him out, and started preparing for the casting of Jack's Bomb.

As for the bullet that shot towards him and hit the thin blue shield, it only made a light "boo" sound, and then the shield dimmed a little, then disappeared, as if shot out not a bullet but a pebble.

"WTF?!" The murderer exclaimed, and he clearly saw a blue shield on Karl's body light up and his bullets disappeared.

However, Carl would not give him another chance to fire a second shot. A fireball in the shape of a pumpkin greeted him directly in the face.

In a flash, the murderer was swallowed by the flames and turned into ashes. With a wave of Carl's hand, a magical whirlwind blew past, and the last remaining traces were also erased.

"Oh, I just wanted to knock you out, but you actually killed yourself and dared to shoot. Now, let's get your ashes raised. Alas, isn't it bad to live?"

There's nothing wrong with killing people. After all, Carl said that the other party did it first, and I was just forced to fight back in self-defense.

Carl looked at the clean crime scene and shook his head.

Carl said that he was only an eleven-year-old child, and he knew nothing but murder, so he should shoot directly.

At the end of the battle, it takes 25 seconds to score SSS, perfect level, and reward a chance to flop.

The system's prompt sound also came, and this is the reason why Carl fell in love with this line of work. Victory in battle can be turned over.

Although it keeps saying that everything must be exchanged for gold coins, it is not completely.

Even though most of the time what he finds are obsidian, weathered bones and other spicy chicken things, but no matter how small the mosquito's legs are, it is still meat.

In the previous life, Carl's best flop was when he flipped to the fake pig sleeve after playing the city of Bakar, which is a light-armored head and shoulders part of the Gracia family relic series. At that time, he was shocked. You can pull this thing out.

Eight golden-colored cards appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness, but the bottom four were obviously more refined than the top four, because the bottom four were opened with gold coins, and the system refused to bargain for 2,000 gold coins for a card...

Carl casually flipped open a card, but he couldn't find anything good anyway, just a thought.

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Purple Flame Robe (rare)" system prompt sounded.

"Wow! It's really a good thing! The system quickly adjusts the attributes so that I can be healthy."

Name: Purple Flame Robe

Level: Rare

Magic Defense +23

Intelligence +4

Spirit +5

Release Speed ​​+ 0.5%

Additional features: Fit to your liking (can automatically adjust to the size of the wearer, and change into any outfit)

Clean up a new one (Purple Flame Robe will automatically clean up stains)

Good thing, even though Karl couldn't pick up these attributes in his previous life, those two additional functions are really must-haves for lazy people!

"Extract the purple flame robe."

Karl's thoughts moved, and a gorgeous robe appeared in his hand. The whole body was purple and black, and it felt smooth and comfortable. The mysterious purple flame rune was looming, and the corners were inlaid with gold, which was extremely gorgeous.

He thought about it, and the mysterious robe was wrapped around him. He wanted to try out what this desirable attribute was like.

The smooth touch of the robe enveloped his body, automatically shrinking according to his size.

After thinking for a while, he changed the robe back to the original clothes and pants. He wiped some dust on the ground and wiped his hands with the clothes. The amazing thing was that there were no stains on the clothes. Yes, this is magic!

Then he looked at the alley where Mr. gangster was directly cremated on the spot, and pondered for a while, as if there was something he didn't do?

"Fuck, this man was killed, but the goods haven't crossed yet! I cremated him before the money was taken out? I'm such a fool!"

It's been a busy time this time!