DNF Meets Harry Potter

Ron was very excited that the light red magic light hit the seemingly thin barrier that Carl had arranged, as if it could be broken with one blow, and then...

The dimensional mirroring magic directly returned his spell at a faster rate. Ron's eyes widened and he didn't have time to react. The spell hit his chest straight.

In an instant, his body began to twitch uncontrollably, and his mouth and eyes were crooked and drooling continuously, which looked like he had suffered a stroke.

And Harry's sharp and sharp strokes wiped his cheeks, brought up a few strands of hair, and suddenly cut the rotten chairs behind him in half, and a drop of cold sweat slowly rolled down his forehead. shed.

He knew that as long as the void blades were shifted a little more, at least a piece of flesh would be missing from his cheek, and the most likely... the entire head would be cut off.

Harry swallowed, the swelling feeling from defeating Sirius disappeared in an instant, he slowly moved away from the battlefield, and then suddenly raised his wand again and tapped it three times in the air.

"Total petrification!"

"Damned!"

"Disarm you!"

The petrification spell, the stun spell, and the disarming spell shone brightly in a glyph-shaped structure in the dim screaming shack.

Sirius, who had been lying on the ground for a long time, nodded in relief when he saw Harry's fairly good dueling skills, and then looked at Carl with interest.

So, how will he respond?

"Dimension·Exile!"

Karl stretched out a finger and swiped lightly, and a dimensional crack exuding a mysterious atmosphere stood upright in front of him. The three spells that Harry placed high hopes on were completely devoured without even turning a wave.

"That level is not enough~..."

A very soft voice came into Harry's ears. Feeling the three-point contempt and seven-point disdainful tone, Harry was already a little desperate at the moment. He tried his best from the beginning, but it was useless, and he couldn't even touch the hem of Carl's clothes.

"Disarm you!"

Just as Harry was thinking about what to do next, a familiar voice sounded from outside the door, and then a dazzling red light gradually lit up in the crack of the door.

"Damn it!" Carl exclaimed, he heard the voice of the person coming, so he became serious, "Shenfeng Wuying!"

The same spell used by Karl is absolutely not empty. It is really invisible and silent. The Void Blade instantly split the disarming spell that was attacking him in half. Then, the momentum continued to tear the door panel from the middle.

Large pieces of sawdust floated in the air, accompanied by a slight cough, a thin figure gradually stepped out of the shadows.

Remus Lupine!

"Good evening, Professor Lupine!" Carl smiled shyly, showing his white teeth. "Harry has my wand. Since mine is unarmed, why do you want to disarm me?"

"Good evening, Mr. Harris!" Lupine coughed again, looking very weak. "I don't think having a wand or not will not affect your true strength. You should be the most proficient and perfect caster without a wand I've ever seen since I was born!"

After seeing his own spell being easily blocked by Carl and the three intact Harry next to him, Lupine squinted his gaze and soon noticed Sirius resting on his stomach on the ground.

He saw the scene of the battle between Harry and Carl through the crack of the door just now, and he wanted to stop them first with the idea of ​​controlling the situation, but he didn't want to...

Lupine narrowed his pupils and observed the positions of several people without leaving any traces. The three of Harry were close together, and Sirius was standing behind Carl, separated by the devastated battlefield...

"Professor Lupine, come here, stay away from them! They want to kill us!"

A glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in Harry's somewhat despairing eyes. He pointed his wand at Carl, and said to Lupine very anxiously.

"Harry, I think you still need to know something in your heart!" Carl pouted, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, "If I really want your life, it's not easy, just now the magic front has no Can you feel the shadow? I'm afraid you can't..."

"Enough, Harry! If Carl wanted to kill us, he would have done it long ago! The three of us together probably can't stop his magic! And do you think you can really defeat Sirius?

And you, Ron! Have you forgotten that Carl took us all the way to sweep the levels designed by the professors two years ago? ! "

Hermione, who had been observing the battle from the beginning to the end, finally couldn't help pulling her hair and roaring, although she didn't understand why Karl brought them to find Sirius for the time being.

But she is very clear that if they really meet Karl, no matter how big the explosion of their three small universes is, it is absolutely impossible to escape from him—if he is serious.

Hermione had seen Karl look serious when he was dressed in a gorgeous purple robe, the Spirit of God floated behind him, and the peerless face of an ancient elf reappeared.

Whether it was the boulder chessboard arranged by Professor McGonagall or the key level set by Professor Flitwick, it was all crushed by a magic with a huge range.

And that was already in the past two years ago, now how strong Carl is and Hermione can no longer imagine.

And now, Hermione glanced at Carl as she brushed her dry and damaged hair affected by the battle just now. He was empty-handed at the moment, and all he was wearing was a Hogwarts uniform, and...a pair of round-rimmed glasses...

"It's still Hermione who understands me! Originally, I thought I had to beat you to the ground to listen to me well...

Really, why won't you listen to my sophistry... oh, why don't you explain it? "

Carl looked at Harry and the others helplessly, and shrugged.

"Isn't it all because you didn't mention it to Harry before to make it like this!"

Sirius turned Carl's wand into a crutch and stood up with difficulty gasping for air. Although Carl made a timely move just now to keep him from falling, his old waist couldn't withstand the toss of "hanging flip", and he twisted all of a sudden. Had a good time.

"How can you blame me? It's obviously your problem! If you weren't stingy, I would have...(`~)..." Seeing that Sirius threw the blame on him all of a sudden, he couldn't bear the grievance, and immediately refused to be outdone yelled.

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"You're nothing short of a vampire!"

"Hehe...you are the heir of a pure-blooded family! I am far behind in terms of blood-sucking instinct!"