DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Are you sure it's really a town you brought me to?"

Carl had an unbelievable expression on his face. The dust blowing in the wind and the pedestrians full of distress made him feel uncomfortable both physically and mentally.

"Of course! Otherwise, what do you think?"

Gryffindor looked at him in surprise, aren't all Muggle towns like this?

"Well, it's no wonder that the Black Death will bring endless death and pain to this continent after hundreds of years~..."

The wind and sand all over the sky swept over, and Karl had to cover his mouth and nose with his bandage-covered hands that were bleeding faintly.

"The Muggle pancakes are not bad, and there is also a kind of sauce for dipping the pancakes.

Of course, light rice porridge is best, you need that right now. Oh, by the way, and Muggles make good wine, but you're underage..."

The two walked together on the potholed street, and Gryffindor introduced him with great interest from time to time.

Along the way, Kalmer observed everything around silently. The only thing he felt here was backwardness and dilapidation. It was hard for him to imagine how people in this era survived.

Gryffindor still babbled about his past adventures like a chatterbox, and soon, he took Carl and found what he wanted at a booth.

"Hey, good morning, kind lady, can you bring us two bowls of porridge? Two more pancakes, preferably some sauce~..."

Several copper coins were laid out in a row on the small counter.

"May God bless you..." Looking at the copper coins on the table, the old woman nodded, and tremblingly took out two large pancakes, and then used a somewhat worn bowl to serve the porridge, "Here for your child, thank you. "

"Look, isn't it pretty good?" After getting what he wanted, Gryffindor pulled Carl and sat down on the short wooden chair behind him, lifted the bowl contentedly, and poured the warm porridge into In his mouth, "have some hot porridge first, you can't go on like this~..."

Carl lowered his head and took a sip. The taste was strange, but it was still acceptable compared to the barbecue last night.

etc? Why am I eating these?

Traveling through it again, my brain is really not very bright. Carl took a bite of the big pie in his hand, which was as hard as the rock crust pie made by Hagrid, and he was stunned for a moment. He suddenly found that he seemed to have been led by Gryffindor since last night.

It's fine if you can't wear your own clothes, Seria seems to have saved dozens of small cakes and put them in the system space and never took them out!

"Oh! I'm so dizzy!"

He has been resisting the remaining power of time and space in his body, and he even forgot about these!

"Huh? Why didn't you eat after only two mouthfuls?" Gryffindor asked strangely as Carl suddenly put down the bowl in his hand.

"My ears have been bombarded by you all the way, I almost forgot that I still have a non-marking extension bag!" Carl took a deep breath and said expressionlessly.

"Don't be funny, I changed your clothes for you yesterday. Where is the non-marking stretch bag? You probably dropped it when you were running~..."

Gryffindor took another sip of the hot porridge in the bowl and said vaguely.

"It's a ghost if you can find it." Carl glanced at him, turned his wrist, and several freshly baked cakes that were still steaming appeared on the table.

"Try it? I ate your grilled meat last night, and my mind is confused!"

He picked up one from the table and took a bite, finally showing a happy smile on his face, it was really not easy!

Thousands of years later, the house elves at Hogwarts never made him hungry at all, and he almost forgot about keeping them in the system space.

Gryffindor couldn't help swallowing when he smelled the aroma of the cake, this level of pastry had never been seen even in his family.

"Uh-huh!"

With just one bite, he almost swallowed his tongue.

"Finally, I don't have to worry about being starved to death~..."

Karl also heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. Yesterday he really doubted whether he might starve to death.

Then the two started chatting casually.

"When you recover from your injury, what are your plans next?"

"Going back to where I came from, it's just that there is still a little difficulty, and there are some things missing."

"what?"

"You don't even know."

"How do you know I don't know if you don't tell me?"

"Millennium step! Do you know what this is?"

...

"One step in a thousand years? What a weird name, what is that, why have I never heard of it?" Gryffindor was stunned when he heard this term, and as the heir of his ancient pure-blood family, he didn't have the slightest clue. Heard of the name of this thing.

"That's it!" Carl looked up at the Gryffindor who refused to admit defeat, spread his clenched fists, and a handful of fine sand exuding bright golden light appeared in his hands.

"Let's not talk about you, I managed to get all this, and I almost lost my life in it~..."

Looking at the hard-earned millennium step in his hand, Karl said with some emotion.

"This~... Well, I really haven't heard of this thing~..."

Gryffindor twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled awkwardly at Carl.

"There are still five copies! I don't know when we will be able to collect them all!"

Karl put away his things in annoyance. After killing a Hound of Tindalos, he only got five Millennium Steps, and he was still halfway to making the Sorcerer's Stone!

The most important thing is that he has no idea how to get this thing. It's impossible to seduce a hunting dog with a time converter again. That thing is really too scary. If he is about to die, he will play self-destruct. He doesn't want to be involved in the turbulence of time and space again, otherwise his life will not be guaranteed. Living is still a problem.

Rubbing the gold chain of the Time Converter around his neck, he immediately passed the idea as soon as it appeared in his mind. There were some things, like Snape's canned herring or the hound of Tindalos, that he would never want to see again for the rest of his life if he provoked them once.

Who can stand it all the time!

It's not a whore...

"Fortunately, I brought the Time Converter with me when I was dealing with the Hound, otherwise I would probably have even more headaches right now.

Nayari, wait for my return~..."

Thinking of Naiyari a thousand years later, Karl's eyes became more determined. Isn't it just five copies of a thousand years? What a deal!

The big deal... The big deal is to die again after the injury is healed, it's not a big deal (whispers).

But he sincerely hopes that that day will never come...