DNF Meets Harry Potter

Hagrid hurried over, with an even more anxious face.

That seriously injured unicorn was his little baby, and he absolutely couldn't let anything happen to her.

But when Hagrid knelt on the ground and stroked the mane on the unicorn's neck with his big thick hand, he had learned from years of experience in taming magical creatures. This unicorn has been dead for a long time.

"Nasifis!"

Hagrid let out a groan, and huge tears rolled down and wet the soil under his feet.

"Hagrid, are you all right...is her name Nacifith?"

The three of Harry looked worriedly at Hagrid who was kneeling on the ground, choked up and wiped the tears on his face with a dirty handkerchief, and at the same time stretched out his hands to help him up.

"Who the hell hurt her so cruelly?!"

Hagrid staggered to his feet, his grief and indignation instantly turned into unparalleled anger.

"It should be the evil wizard in the black robe. I saw him drinking a silver liquid when he was fighting the purple robe wizard, which is exactly the same as the blood of a unicorn."

Harry carefully stated his guess and told everything he and Malfoy saw, just hiding the pain in his scar, after all, Malfoy was still there.

"The purple-robed wizard is a little short in stature, only a little taller than Professor Flitwick, and about the same as us. I think he may have the blood of the goblin like Professor Flitwick."

Malfoy pondered for a moment and gave his own suggestion.

Then a group of people used magic to bring the dead Nasifi back to the unicorn colony for burial, and the confinement officially came to an end.

After completing the task of patrolling the Forbidden Forest, the three of Harry hurried back to the Gryffindor common room, and then started the discussion. The little lions of Gryffindor always have endless energy, and they want to have a hand in everything.

"Harry, are you saying that the evil dark wizard in the black robe is actually a mysterious man?!"

Hermione sat on the sofa with some doubts and a hint of fear at the same time. She had already learned too many clues about the mysterious man from the book. He and the Death Eaters organization he created have always been synonymous with tyranny and cruelty.

"Yes, that's right, the Mysterious Man! When he approached, my scar kept hurting. The only other dark wizard who felt this feeling was Snape."

"Also, the feeling in that dark wizard is much stronger than Snape."

Harry got up from the sofa and walked back and forth along the floor between the two of them, analyzing with reason.

"He is very weak now and needs to rely on the blood of unicorns to make a living. Even if it will make him tainted with a powerful curse, he doesn't care about the situation before him."

Harry stroked his chin, pondered for a while and added this sentence.

"I think we're all mistaken, Snape didn't steal the Philosopher's Stone for himself! He wanted to use the Philosopher's Stone's ability to make the elixir of life to resurrect You-Know-Who!"

Ron slapped his thigh excitedly, and figured out the truth, but poor Professor Snape became the backer again.

"Then will he come to you if he succeeds?"

Then Ron, who realized the seriousness of the matter, looked at Harry with a worried look on his face.

"Don't worry! Don't forget who the only person the mysterious man is most afraid of is. As long as Professor Dumbledore is still in Hogwarts for a day, the mysterious man will not dare to break in and hurt you!"

"We'll report to Professor Dumbledore tomorrow!"

Hermione's speech gave them a shot in the arm.

"Who is that purple-robed wizard who fought with the mysterious man?"

Harry now had a new question.

But this time even Hermione, the schoolmaster, shrugged helplessly, saying that she didn't know any powerful and famous wizard who liked purple robes and goblin blood.

What they don't know is that at this moment, in their eyes, they are an extremely powerful purple-robed wizard who can even face the mysterious man head-on. Now he is kneeling on the ground at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, panting.

...

"Wow~."

Karl spit out a mouthful of blood while lying on a big rock, and the Ziyan robe on his body was torn to pieces by Quirrell, almost becoming rags hanging on his body.

"I'm so stupid, really..."

Karl instantly turned into Mrs. Xianglin from another world, and now he regrets it in his heart. He originally thought that since the horseman Firenze could scare Quirrell away with a single hoof. There's no reason he can't do it.

So he vowed to run to the Forbidden Forest, ready to cut off the beard. But he never expected that Quirrell was so hard on him. The two of them didn't agree with each other, they just disagreed with each other and started fighting with real knives and guns.

As a result, because of the arrival of the unicorn herd, not only did he fail to reap the benefits, but he fought with Quirrell, and even broke the Ziyan robe that had been with him for so long.

He really wants to cry now.

And because the battle is not over, there is no chance of even a flop. Here in the system, the card can only be flopped if it is judged to be a victory or the opponent is dead.

This wave of operations is simply a loss to grandma's house.

Carl wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and found that his injury was far from simple as he imagined.

Enduring the severe pain in his body, he limped towards the main castle of Hogwarts in the distance. He had to find Snape for help.

Although he has a lot of recovery medicines in his hands, it's not like in the game that one sip will surely restore blood. The data of those recovery medicines are all written for him to refer to.

There are many factors to consider in reality, such as black magic, curses, and a series of problems. Even if the high-end products like Remy's Aid are only produced by the clergymen of the Remidia Cathedral, they don't have a mark on it, and they will instantly recover 30% of their health and mana...

Although shooting Avada Kedavra at himself can solve these problems perfectly. But the feeling of dying, Karl really doesn't want to experience it again unless he has to.

"Bang bang bang!"

Carl knocked on the cellar door with difficulty, and the door opened with a slight click. What comforted him was that, fortunately, Snape was still at Hogwarts today and did not go outside to have a private meeting with Lily.

Otherwise, his mentality would really explode.

"Ah~! Sure enough, I never thought of anyone other than Mr. Harris who came to see me so late."

After Snape opened the door, no one saw him and heard his voice first.

Unique mocking words floated out from the cellar.

Carl rolled his eyes, listening to the greasy tone of the old bat, almost passed out. Although he has begun to pay attention to personal hygiene now, in Carl's eyes he will always be a greasy middle-aged man.

"Snape, if you want to talk a little more nonsense, believe it or not, I will die right in front of you and splash your blood all over?!"

Thanks to the book friends who have a long and bright road ahead for the reward of 200 starting coins (ω)(._.`)