DNF Meets Harry Potter

Malfoy and Harry walked along the dark path in the Forbidden Forest with dim yellow lamps.

"Filch is such an old bastard! I'm going back and telling my dad!"

"This is really not what wizards should do, this should be the job of servants!"

Malfoy paid attention to his surroundings, cursing and complaining along the way.

After listening to his complaints all the way, Harry finally couldn't help but fight back: "Draco, I'm really not mistaken. You are a coward who only knows how to tell!"

Malfoy also lost his temper when he heard Harry's answer: "Potter! I'm not afraid!"

Especially that sentence Po Te said so heavily that he almost spit out his saliva.

"Come on, Fang. Let's see who's the real coward!"

At this point, the "Yamaha" group officially started their Midnight Forbidden Forest adventure.

"Hey, Pote! Come here, there seems to be some movement!"

The hound Yaya scouted the way ahead, and the two followed closely behind. The movement from the front is also getting louder.

Walking around a corner, the two of them were just about to see what the scene in front of them was like when an ice pick shot over them, hitting their feet and sinking three points into the ground.

Yaya, who was walking in the front, immediately ran behind the two in panic, lowered his head and wagged his tail.

In their sight, a black wizard wrapped in a black robe and a wizard in a gorgeous purple robe covered with a layer of bright blue flames were fighting fiercely in mid-air, each displaying their abilities.

Needless to say, these two people are naturally Carl and Quirrell.

In order to fight for the ownership of the unicorn, the two gradually fought a real fire, and one powerful spell after another collided in mid-air, bursting out huge energy.

Within a diameter of 20 meters around, not a single blade of grass had grown, and even the soil had been cut by three points.

Carl, who was fighting more and more fiercely with Quirrell, couldn't help cursing in his heart. Is this TM Quirrell? Why is it so strong? Why is Quirrell, who was caught to death by Harry's two paws in the movie, so difficult to chew in his hands? !

Harry and Malfoy, two freshmen in the first grade, had never seen such a big scene before, and they were almost shocked on the spot.

"Avada Kedavra!"

In their ears, an extremely evil voice came out of the mouth of the black-robed wizard, followed by a green light shooting straight towards the purple-robed wizard. Because they were in mid-air, and both of them were wearing huge hoods, it was difficult for them to see the faces of the two big men clearly.

Malfoy stared blankly at the fight between the two, almost forgetting the potential danger around him, thinking that if he could be this powerful, that damned Mudblood from Ravenclaw would not be rubbed on the ground by him.

"Draco, run!"

Harry resisted the pain from the scar, watching a magic spell emitting a strange red light shoot towards Malfoy from the side. I hurriedly yelled to remind him first, and then quickly ran over to push him away.

And when the red curse touched the ground, it exploded instantly, creating a large pit.

Malfoy and Harry fell to the ground, watching the two fighting fiercely with trepidation, knowing that this was not something they could meddle with. Get up quickly and pat the dirt to prepare to run.

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"Fuck! You ugly ghost, don't think that labor and management really can't do anything to you! If you take a step back, you will die?!"

Karl shot several ice bows and arrows one after another, and he took the opportunity to jump on a big tree to recover his strength, and then the Zaun possessed him, greeting Quirrell crazily on the opposite side.

After fighting for so long, it is naturally impossible for Carl and Quirrell to remain unscathed.

Quirrell's black robe was cut into tatters by Karl's sharp edge Wuying, and blood continued to flow down. And it can be found that there are still many traces left by the explosion. That's right, Carl cheated Quirrell again with the same trick he used to cheat Snape.

Why so close to that box? If you dare to touch something summoned by the enemy, you deserve it if you blow it up! But what made him feel pity was that Voldemort was Voldemort after all, and at that moment he actually played gm mode again, helping Quirrell escape, otherwise he would definitely be able to take a set of strong control and burst to kill Quirrell at that time.

And after fighting for so long, Karl himself didn't feel well, the dark quagmire really overshadowed him. The corrosion caused by the black magic was getting heavier, and he gradually felt that his legs were a little out of control.

After all, Quirrell's spellcasting level is much higher than Karl's. Although the Ziyan robe can resist a lot of magic, there is always an upper limit. From his mouth and nose, blood gradually flowed down.

This is the heaviest injury he has suffered since he became a dimension walker. Although the body of immortality is really perverted, who wants to die once? The taste of death is definitely not good.

"You step back, I can let the past go!"

The two sides, who were temporarily exhausted, began to fight against each other in the air. Although Quirrell is also in a poor state, he still doesn't let go. It took him a lot of effort to find and hunt this lonely unicorn. How could he easily retreat to Carl?

And if he really gave up, such a thing happened, how can he get unicorn blood in the future. Without this blood, he and Voldemort would have to drink Mistral in the future.

You know, creatures like unicorns live in groups. No matter how courageous he is, Quirrell would not dare to go into the herd to steal. The resurrection of his boss, the Dark Lord, is more or less the same.

"Impossible! Either you get out obediently, or I will grind you to death with this old life!"

Carl clenched his mouth and did not let go. He could let go of everything, but it was about Naiyali, and Quirrell could not be allowed to be a monster here. Anyway, he has a lot of life, although he doesn't want to die, but sometimes as long as it's worth it, he can die the last time.

"Bastard! Let me teach this ignorant brat a lesson!"

Voldemort is burning with anger at the moment. I, Voldemort, have always told others to fuck off. When will it be my turn to tell others to fuck off? !

"Master, your strength has not fully recovered, so it is not appropriate to do anything now."

Quirrell replied to Voldemort with a hoarse voice.

"Shut up! It's all your fault, you idiot, you can't even beat a brat, and you want me to do it myself!"

Quirrell was so bloody scolded by Voldemort that he didn't dare to fart for a moment. Silently gave up control of his body, ready to let his boss carry the audience.

"Face your fears!"

At this moment, Quirrell's face moved to the back of his head, and he, Voldemort, returned in this short-lived way!

Voldemort directly took out a bottle of unicorn blood that he had just received from his robe, which was a ton, ton, ton, ton, to replenish his strength for the next battle.

This state can't be used much, otherwise Quirrell can't stand it. And he is keeping it now and it will be very useful for stealing the Philosopher's Stone in the future, so he can't die yet.

Karl looked at Quirrell, who suddenly transformed from a weak sufferer to a fierce attack, and his expression changed drastically. He also didn't expect this guy to be so obsessed with this unicorn. Isn't it in the original book that the centaur Firenze ran away in despair?

This is neither science nor magic!

How did he know that it was because he had annoyed Voldemort, who wanted him to die if he got mad.

Voldemort said it was a matter of dignity. He, the Dark Lord, also wanted face!

Thanks for the reward of 100 starting coins of the book club flying detection machine ()*.