DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Congratulations to the host for defeating Gabriel and gaining the Millennium Step x 1..."

The belated system prompt made Carl's eyes brighten. He didn't expect that the millennium step could be obtained in this way. This immediately activated his mind. Perhaps, he could take Gryffindor to take the initiative to find trouble with those cardinals?

The method is very simple, let Gryffindor attract firepower and hatred, and just put a gun in the back to take the head. Anyway, this guy is also on the most wanted list of the Holy See, and there is no more suitable candidate than him.

Although the system is black-hearted, the things it produces are still very good. Didn't Gabriel just now have no power to resist being killed by him?

With this thought, Carl looked at Gryffindor with some eagerness.

"Hey, hey, what kind of eyes are you, brat, are you floating or I can't move my wand?"

Gryffindor, who was silently recovering his magic power next to him, felt uncomfortable under his stare, and had goosebumps all over his body.

"No... nothing, I just thought of an interesting thing."

"Then why do you keep staring at me? There must be ghosts!"

Gryffindor wasn't stupid either. After staying with Carl for so many days, he knew he must have something up his sleeve this time.

"Hmm...just an idea.

Haven't you been wanted by the Holy See all the time? I think we can take the initiative to attack. You will be the tank and I will be the ADC. Regardless of whether they are wearing red clothes or black clothes, they will all be shot down with one shot, and one will die! "

Carl smiled brightly, and then compared the sniper rifle that was taller than himself with his hand.

Gryffindor, who had just taken a sip of water, heard his "friendly" thought, so he didn't spray him in the face. He walked over in two steps, touched Carl's forehead with his hand and muttered to himself:

"I don't even have a fever, why do you keep talking nonsense?"

"Get out, you just have a fever!" Carl's head was full of black lines, he knocked off Gryffindor's palm, his face was full of seriousness, "I'm serious, you saw it just now, as long as you don't get killed in seconds, I can kill them instantly, no one can survive my one shot."

"It's different, this time it's Gabriel who has a brain problem, and wants to solve me alone and take all the credit.

When the remaining six cardinals traveled, they all brought a large number of light knights, black bishops and nuns. Once they work together, the powerful holy light magic can even solidify the space, and apparition will be useless at that time..."

Gryffindor sighed. If he really fought alone, unless the Pope in the Vatican came in person, he thought he would not be afraid of anyone in the Holy See.

But here lies the problem. The wizard population is extremely sparse. If they really want to fight against the behemoth of the Holy See, they will definitely lose miserably.

"It's so boring~..." Carl curled his lips, and he could only dismiss this year for the time being. It would be too unfair for a flower player to play himself to death in the end.

"Thinking about unrealistic things all day long." Gryffindor chuckled, tapped his head lightly with his fingers, then turned around and walked to Gabriel, who was dying. The group of golden red flames burned it to ashes.

He waved his hand lightly again, and a breeze blew by, and the last trace of Gabriel in this world disappeared completely.

"Tsk tsk, why are you so proficient~..."

Carl's eyelids twitched and his mouth twitched as he watched Gryffindor's skillful technique. This technique was almost as good as he was playing black and white in Innsmouth before.

"Going out, some skills must be learned!"

Gryffindor laughed dryly, not shying away from it.

"No, what I mean is that your skills are about to catch up with mine..."

Gryffindor: "?"

Boy, something is wrong with you!

"So where do we go next?"

After solving all the problems, Karl stood on a rock, staring at the endless wasteland and slowly speaking.

"Scottish Highlands, I'm going to meet an old friend. We haven't seen each other for a long time, I think he will be very happy, are you able to handle the side effects of apparating now, I think we need to speed up .”

Gryffindor smiled, and memories flashed in his eyes.

"It should be okay."

Carl thought about it, and just to be on the safe side, he took out another bottle of "Small World Instrument" and poured it into his mouth.

"That's good~..."

Gryffindor took a step forward and grasped Carl's arm tightly. In the next second, there was a sudden fluctuation in the space where the two were, and disappeared suddenly with a light snap.

"Ahem~..."

When he stepped on the ground again, Carl's body softened and he almost fell down. When he coughed, there was even a stream of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. Since he became a dimension walker, he has never been made like this by teleportation magic.

"Oh~."

Upon seeing this, Gryffindor shook his head lightly, regardless of whether Karl agreed or not, he picked him up and walked towards the majestic castle standing on the top of the mountain in the distance.

"Sarah, long time no see..."

"Gordie, are you finally willing to come to see me? I will not give up my ideas. Muggles are not trustworthy at all. The power of magic can only be inherited by wizards with the purest blood!"

Following a burst of space fluctuations, a young man with black hair and black pupils in a silver-green robe suddenly appeared in front of him, and looked at Gryffindor with some resentment.

Salazar Slytherin! Good friend of Gryffindor!

At this time, the young Slytherin was not as ugly as the statues he built when he was old, but he looked extremely handsome at first glance, with silver-green robes hanging down to the ground, and his black eyes seemed to be twinkling with stars.

"Very pure blood, older and stronger than yours and mine, but it seems to be seriously injured, where did you get it?"

Slytherin lowered his eyes and glanced at Carl in Gryffindor's arms without leaving a trace, his face could not help showing a little curiosity.

"It's a long story, I met him on the road.

Because something unexpected happened to my question, you may not believe it, but we met a silent..."

Gryffindor explained with a complicated expression.

"Is it the Moran that has slaughtered several towns? You were able to escape from it alive. As far as I know, at least three of the cardinals who are not afraid of death in the Holy See have been planted on that thing." I have it.

And they still joined forces with six, only Gabriel was missing. Alas, what a pity, it would be great if he also went together, then maybe one more person would die~..."

Hearing Gryffindor mention the key sensitive word of silence, Slytherin had a rare look of fear on his face. Obviously, like Karl, he also chose to observe secretly, but he didn't want the six archbishops of the Holy See to be almost half dead.

"Let's go, Rowena and Helga have already guessed that you are coming and are waiting for you. We can't let that thing continue to destroy..."