DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Sorry, you already lost~..."

An ethereal voice rang in Tom Riddle's ears, and then he felt a pain in his chest instantly. When he looked down, an extremely gorgeous long whip passed through his chest...

"Item Name: Whip of the Night Growler,

Rarity: Artifact/? ? ?

Endows the user with extremely strong physical and magical attacks,

Lethal: Being hit in the heart, giving the victim 100% death...

Special item introduction: It is said that the supreme weapon that is far beyond mythical quality is made from the head tentacles shed by the night howler...

ps. Beyond the realm of light and darkness, directly reaching the unstoppable void; right in this disgusting cemetery hidden in the universe...

The great, dark ultimate gods—the blind, dumb, ignorant Outer Gods—dance slowly, clumsily, absurdly. And their souls are Nyarlathotep...』

The crisp high-heeled shoes sounded, and the silver-haired girl walked slowly from the other end of the dark secret room at a leisurely pace. In her hand, holding a long whip extending into the void...

"It's better to come early than coincidentally. Do you think I came at the right time?"

Nayari turned around and smiled at Carl.

"It took me a long time to beat this guy to a pulp, so you came to harvest it?"

Carl rolled his eyes and said angrily.

"Isn't it all the same thing?" Naiyali raised her hand towards Carl. Her nails became extremely beautiful and gorgeous at some point. It turned out that she had been tinkering with nail art just now.

"Tom, do you have any last words? You've had a rough year..."

Karl looked at Tom with pity. After analyzing Niyali's weapon just now, he knew that his best friend was absolutely dead this time and would never be able to jump again. The weapons made by the tentacles on the head that the Night Growler cast off are far beyond the mythical quality, so terrifying. Although there is only power equivalent to the level of an artifact left now, it is not something that Tom Riddle, who is still bloody, can resist.

Tom Riddle looked at his heart with wide eyes in disbelief—an old diary, but at this moment a big hole appeared on it out of thin air, and black blood was continuously flowing down. He felt that the life force he had absorbed before was being keep passing...

"You don't really think that I will fight you one-on-one, do you? Everyone is an old fox, and you may not believe me when I tell you~..."

Carl frowned slightly, with a strange expression on his face.

"You won! But I'm dead, Harry Potter and those little wizards whose vitality was drained by me will die if they don't get replenished, all of this is your fault!"

Tom Riddle let out a miserly laugh, he never expected that Niyali would suddenly appear and attack him with a fatal blow. But even so, he still wanted to take the few people he killed to be buried with him.

"Tom, I'm afraid you are thinking too much, don't you wonder why the basilisk is gone?" Carl pursed his lips, not looking panicked at all, then he flipped his wrist, and a black rose carried a huge Huge vitality appeared in his hands.

"It turned out to be you! You~...you...how did you discover the secret room before?!"

Because of the continuous loss of vitality in his body along with the big hole in the heart, Tom Riddle's voice became a little intermittent, but he still insisted on knowing what happened behind it.

If~, if there is a basilisk, then things will end differently...

"You don't have to worry about it, anyway, your little cutie made me happy for a long time!"

Carl chuckled, flicked his fingers, and the black rose spun round and flew to the top of Tom's head, and then began to absorb his little remaining vitality. Soon, a fresh petal slowly grew out to replace him. Take off the piece that hangs Harry's life.

Mosquitoes are still meat no matter how small they are. Instead of letting these vitality be lost, it is better to collect them. No way, he is used to being poor.

"Even if you can save other people, Harry Potter must die, otherwise why do you think I can achieve this half-resurrected state~ The god of death will take away the souls of all lives that are about to come to an end... ..."

On the verge of death, Tom Riddle remained insane.

But after a few seconds, the flow of black mist that made up his body could no longer maintain his shape, and then he exploded and annihilated. A black diary fell to the ground in the air, and Ravenclaw's crown was also unable to support it. No matter how flickering it fell to the ground, it made a crisp sound.

Looking at the diary with a big hole in the middle and the crown that had become rusty again, Carl smiled with relief, and everything was finally over.

In the secret room, the originally smooth and flat obsidian floor and walls have long been potholed due to the raging magic. The snake-shaped stone sculptures on both sides were not left. In the previous battle, they were dismantled by the two people's crazy transformation with the transformation technique, and half of the scale of the pool surrounding the long and narrow passage evaporated out of thin air. Gazing at the secret room that seemed to have been ravaged by a storm, Carl smiled wryly, it was too exciting.

He never thought that things would develop to such a point that Harry Potter was almost stolen by Voldemort again. Why is he so obsessed with Harry? Prophecy is really harmful!

Carl suddenly heard what Tom had said before he died, and beckoned to put Harry and Lockhart down, and the transcendental perception was activated immediately. Soon his face sank, and he realized that perhaps what Tom said was true, Harry's soul power and spiritual will had become extremely weak at this moment, and the signs of life were getting weaker and weaker.

It's like~..., like an old man who is dying at the end of his life...

"Niyali, come and have a look, I'm afraid this is a little troublesome~..."

Carl held his breath, and called Naiyali who was wandering around in the secret room to watch.

The girl pouted, and walked over with some displeasure. Apart from the old ghost Slytherin's bad taste for himself, the lair he spent a lot of time building is not bad.

"He's not dead yet, but he's about to die. It's between life and death. It's estimated that he's going through a procedure to review his short life right now, and the god of death will come to guide him soon~..."

Naiyali frowned. The situation in front of her was quite difficult for her, after all, she was no longer the incarnation of the Outer God.

"Is there any help?"

"Yes! It's easy to pull his soul back from the hand of death. I have a way to let people enter the boundary space between life and death. As for the missing vitality, you can use your rose petals to replenish it. That's it, it's a little difficult , according to the legend of the Deathly Hallows, the god of death in this world seems to be stingy..."

The girl was silent for a while, but still answered the question.