DNF meets Harry Potter

Chapter 381
At night, there was a crackling sound from time to time in the bonfire, and Gryffindor was sleeping on a straw mat on the ground, reminiscing about the conversation during the day.

"This brat said he almost died again? What does that mean? Could it be that he died once?

It's confusing! "

After thinking about it, he didn't come up with a reason, so he simply didn't bother to think about it, and after firmly memorizing this, he closed his eyes and began to rest.

Karl, who was lying on the bed, was far less comfortable than him, because the injuries on his body from the overloaded spellcasting during the day had secretly flared up again, and the residual power of the turbulent flow of time and space also began to play a role in him.

The color of the bandage, which was originally slightly dark red, became more and more vivid...

Although he had covered two layers of mats, the stone bed was still extremely hard and cold. He bit his lips and curled up. The dimensional magic that had been hard to recover during the day was wasted in order to reduce the further erosion of the power of time and space.

"Wori! It really hurts! Why haven't all the previous generations, from the Dimension Walker to the Chaos Walker, developed a technique that can block the pain!"

And if those dimensional science professors on the Arad continent heard his voice, they would definitely scoff at him.Don't you know that all the people in our line of work are lunatics, eccentrics, commonly known as perverts who shake m?

Afraid of pain, it does not exist!It's embarrassing for Tajir, how can you be afraid of pain if you tremble, take off your skirt!Don't tell the outside world that you have obtained the inheritance of the Dimensional Walker, the madness that distorts reality is the pursuit of life!

And if Gryffindor got up from the ground and looked at him, he would find that Carl's lips were white, and cold sweat continued to ooze from his forehead.

For him, this night was destined not to be a peaceful night...

……

The night will eventually pass, and in the morning, the sun has not yet come out, there is no wind, everything is quiet.

Gryffindor got up from the ground and stretched comfortably. He slept soundly even on the floor. He walked to the entrance of the cave and looked from a distance. The sky above the wasteland was covered by a layer of thin clouds, like a girl's boudoir bed. The curtain on the side is hazy...

The bonfire had already been extinguished at some point, leaving only a pile of black ashes still smoking.

Carl forced himself to stand up from the stone bed, touched his back, it was wet, it turned out that the rough taupe linen clothes on his body had already been soaked in cold sweat last night.

He propped himself up with his hands, his face was frighteningly pale, and his hair was knotted into knots due to sweat. He looked at himself in the glasses with a wry smile and sighed softly.

Carl glanced into the cave, but he didn't find Gryffindor. Just when he was wondering, the other party came in and there was a wooden basin full of clear water floating behind him. It turned out that he just woke up and saw Gryffindor. Carl, who was on the side of the bed, did not wake him up, but chose to fetch water.

"Why do you look so bad?" Gryffindor shook him and his face became a little dignified. He walked over quickly and gently brushed the hair on Carl's forehead, no longer the sand sculpture and the second grade, very solemn said.

But when he pulled his finger back, he didn't want to bring some bright red blood. It turned out that the bandage wrapped around the hair on his forehead was followed by a little bit.

"No problem for the time being, I can still hold on." Carl shook his head, "It just takes some time, I think we should go~..."

After all, he struggled to get up, he hadn't eaten anything since the first time he woke up, he just drank some water, and he couldn't wait to find a hotel in the town and eat something delicious.

"Hiss~, this is really not something normal people can bear~..."

Feeling the huge tearing sensation from the wound where the body moved, Karl's delicate little face was almost distorted.

Under the stone bed were also the ugly linen shoes that Gryffindor had prepared for him before. His shoes had been torn to pieces in the violent turbulence of time and space.

It's not that he didn't think about using gold coins to buy them in the system mall, but then he thought, this is the middle ages.In Europe now, the power of the Holy See can be said to have reached its peak, and it has already controlled the faith in its hands.

If he was seen by Muggles wearing the distinctive robes and shoes of Arad Continent, he might be hunted down by the Holy See on his back feet. He thought about it and decided to wrong himself first.

wizard!heresy!Need to purify your ugly soul with pure holy fire, may God forgive your sins, amen!

Mom sells batches!In his current state, he doesn't want to provoke the Holy See and stage a thousand-mile escape. There are churches and knights everywhere, and maybe there are scary cardinals or cardinals, what a ghost!

If those people in the Holy See really only have crazy beliefs but no extraordinary power, Karl doesn't believe it, so he asked Gryffindor before going to bed last night.He said that with his current strength, he couldn't take down the cardinal of the Holy See in a short period of time, and in the end he could only flee, so he secretly thought that something was wrong.

No wonder Gryffindor said it was a great thing that I was able to escape from the pursuit of the Holy See. It turns out that they are really awesome!

Karl sat on the edge of the stone bed, put on the ugly pair of linen shoes, and tried to walk a few steps unsteadily, with an extremely ugly expression on his face.

The soles of the shoes were extremely thin, and he felt as if he had worn them on. When he stepped on the ground, some small stones hurt his feet.

"Is there any problem?" Gryffindor asked worriedly when he saw that he was walking staggeringly for a few steps and almost fell down.

"It's okay, it's a small problem, I'll get used to it soon!" Carl let out a deep breath, and then said calmly.

"If you have a problem, don't hold on!"

Gryffindor shook his head, then stretched out his hands and directly picked him up from the stone bed and carried him behind his back.

"Hey! Don't be like this! You are pulling my wound!"

……

The medieval town is dilapidated, and the ground is full of small stones and dust. The city wall that was supposed to resist the invasion of wild animals is full of traces of swords and swords. Dark red blood stains linger under the wall all year round. It can be seen that wars often favor this place. .

The stone-built houses are scattered crookedly on the plain, and most of the passers-by on the road are dressed in dirty clothes, and the gray choking smoke from the black-painted chimneys...all of these make Carl felt extremely uncomfortable.

Although London is often shrouded in smog 1000 years later, Karl estimates that even some slums are much better than here...

Originally, he thought that the clothes and shoes on his body were tattered enough, but after entering the town with Gryffindor, he refreshed his world view...

(End of this chapter)