DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Sorry, you have lost~..."

An ethereal voice rang in Tom Riddle's ear, and he instantly felt a pain in his chest. Looking down, an extremely gorgeous long whip passed through behind him...

"Item Name: Whip of the Night Roar,

Rarity: Artifact/? ? ?

Give users extremely strong physical and magic attacks,

Lethal: Hit the heart, giving the victim 100% death...

Introduction to special items: Legendary supreme weapon made by the tentacles of the head of the night roar that fell far beyond mythological quality...

ps. Beyond the realm of light and darkness, reaching the unstoppable emptiness; just in this disgusting graveyard hidden in the universe...

The huge and dark ultimate gods—those blind, dumb, and stupid gods—dancing slowly, clumsily, and ridiculously. And their souls are Naiaratopip..."

The sound of crisp high-heeled shoes sounded, and the silver-haired girl walked slowly from the other end of the darkened room in an unhurried pace. In her hand, she held a long whip to the void...

"It's better to come early than to come by coincidence, do you think I came at the right time?"

Naiyali turned around and smiled at Karl Yan.

"I finally broke this product into blood, and you came to harvest it?"

Carl rolled his eyes and said angrily.

"Isn't this all the same thing?" Nai Rai raised her hand to Karl. Her nails became very beautiful and gorgeous sometime before.

"Tom, do you have any last words? You have been really noisy this year..."

Carl glanced at Tom with pity, and after analyzing Nayari’s weapon just now, he knew that his best friend was absolutely dead this time. The weapons made by the tentacles of the head of the night roar are far beyond the quality of myth, so terrible. Although only the power equivalent to the artifact level remains, it is not something that Tom Riddle now can resist.

Tom Riddle stared at his heart in disbelief—an old diary, but at the moment a big hole appeared on it out of thin air, flowing gurgling black blood continuously, he felt the vitality he had absorbed before Continuously passing...

"Don't you really think that I will play one-on-one with you? Everyone is an old fox, and I might say you don't believe it..."

Carl frowned slightly, his expression somewhat strange.

"You won! But I'm dead. Harry Potter and the little wizards that I drained my life from can't be replenished and I have to die. All of this will blame you!"

Tom Riddle smirked, and he never thought that Nayari would suddenly appear in a surprise attack and give him a fatal blow. But even so, he still wanted to take a few people who were crucified with him to be buried.

"You're afraid Tom is thinking too much, don't you wonder why the basilisk is gone?" Karl pursed his lips, not looking alarmed at all, then turned his wrist, and a black rose carried it incomparably. Vast vitality appeared in his hands.

"It turned out to be you! You...you were...how did you find the secret room?!"

Because of the continuous loss of vitality in the body with the big hole in the heart, Tom Riddle's voice became a little intermittent, but he still insisted that he wanted to know what happened behind it.

If ~, if there is a basilisk, then the end of the matter will be different...

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

Carl chuckled lightly, his fingers flicked, and the black rose twirled 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 location that held Harry's life.

No matter how small the mosquitoes are, it is better to collect them than let them lose their vitality in vain. No way, he was used to it.

"Even if you have a way to save other people, but Harry Potter must die, otherwise why do you think I can achieve this state of semi-resurrection~, Grim Reaper will take away all life souls that are coming to the end... …"

At the end of his life, Tom Riddle was still crazy.

But after a few seconds, the black mist that made up his body could no longer sustain his shape and then spread out and annihilated. A black diary fell to the ground in the air, and the crown of Ravenclaw was lost because of the loss of support. The flashing also fell to the ground, making a clear sound.

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

In the closet, the smooth and flat obsidian grounds and walls have already become potholes because of the raging magic. The serpentine stone carvings on both sides are even more than left. In the previous battle, the two were transformed into a happy dismantlement by using the deforming technique. The pool surrounding the narrow aisle evaporated half of the scale out of thin air~www.mtlnovel. com~ staring at the secret room surrounded by the storm, Carl smiled bitterly, so exciting.

He never imagined that things would develop to such an extent that Harry Potter was almost stolen by Voldemort. Why is his obsession with Harry so big? Prophecy really hurts others!

Karl suddenly heard what Tom said before he died, and beckoned to put down Harry and Lockhart on the side, and the transcendental perception immediately launched. Soon his face sank, and he realized that what Tom said was true, Harry's soul strength and spiritual will had become extremely weak at the moment, coupled with weakening signs of life.

It’s like ~..., like an old man who is approaching the end of his life...

"Niyali, you come and have a look, I'm afraid it's a bit troublesome now..."

Calm breathed and called Nayali who wandered and watched in the secret room.

The girl grumbled and came over with some discomfort. The old ghost of Slytherin was not bad about her own aesthetic, and it was good to spend a lot of thoughts on building the old nest.

"Not yet dead, but soon, between life and death, it is estimated that this time is going through the procedure to review his short life, and soon the death will come to guide him..."

Naiyali frowned, and the situation in front of her was quite tricky for her. After all, she was no longer an incarnation.

"Is there any rescue?"

"Yes! It's easy to pull his soul back from the hand of death, I have a way to let people enter the boundary between life and death, as for the lack of vitality can be supplemented by your rose petals. It is ~, a little difficult According to the legend of the Deathly Hallows, the **** of death in this world seems stingy..."

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