DNF Meets Harry Potter

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"Bone to pieces!"

Carl slowly raised his right hand and didn't speak any more, and a light of sky blue spell shot suddenly towards Lockhart.

Lockhart's pupils shrank slightly, and at this extremely critical moment, his emerald green cloak suddenly danced. The curse was bounced back and shot on the floor made of obsidian. The floor that was still hard after a thousand years was blown out of a big hole. A large amount of rubble and dust filled the air, choking Lockhart into a violent cough.

"It seems that Tom is really good to you! He even improved the cloak I made, tusk~...Why didn't he treat me like this when he was with me?"

Carl lowered his head and looked at the destruction caused by his spell, as if asking rhetorically, and as if talking to himself...

And Lockhart saw the power created by the curse, and he no longer had the air of pretending to be in front of Harry before. He swallowed hard, and his body involuntarily stepped back.

Although this was just a tentative spell that was resisted by Tom's improved Cloak of Forgiveness, Lockhart touched his body with other magical items made by Carl and couldn't feel the slightest sense of security.

After all, in the duel class that day, he and all the little wizards and most of the professors at Hogwarts witnessed Karl's true strength, and there was even a surplus.

"Harry is here!" After the test, Karl beckoned, and chanted the Flying Curse to pull Harry over, who was lying on the ground who didn't know his life or death.

After a little investigation, his face instantly became gloomy. Harry in front of him was basically an empty shell, not only had his vitality gone by 90%, but even his soul seemed to be dying by the passion of the dementors.

However, from a scientific point of view, he is still alive because there is still a heartbeat, but in this case he is not far from death...

Carl felt incredulous. How did Tom do it? Harry was dying in just a few minutes. He quickly took out a black rose from his pocket, tore a petal, and put it into Harry's mouth.

This rose, bred by squeezing a whole thousand-year-old basilisk and the supreme black magic, possesses extremely strong vitality and soul energy, which can temporarily suspend Harry's secret.

"Where's Tom Riddle? Give him to me. I can spare you today and just report your crime to the Ministry. It's up to you whether you live or die.

But if you dare to fool me! I will let you never see the sun rising tomorrow again, anyway, this is a secret room, leaving you here forever with Slytherin and no one can find it. Hogwarts can report at most one missing list..."

After he settled in Harry, Carl approached Lockhart step by step. He understood that Tom was the key. He used no method to rob Harry’s life force in just a few minutes. It was too fast. too fast. Could it be because of the special relationship between the two?

Carl carefully conjectured many possible possibilities.

"Tom Riddle! Who is that? I don't know him at all, what are you talking about?" Lockhart is still not admitting it, he still expects Tom to rescue him after the ceremony.

"AvadaKedavra!"

The terrible green spell light hit Lockhart's feet, but strangely did not cause any impact. Because the Avadaso Mantra only targets living creatures and will not leave even a small wound, this will happen naturally when launched on a lifeless floor.

Lockhart has been with Tom for so long, and during this time he naturally asked him about the characteristics of the three unforgivable spells. Seeing the undamaged floor, he realized that it was a real death curse, and shooting him with Carl's mana reserves would really kill him.

Thinking of this, Lockhart's legs were weak. He was only in his thirties and was at the golden age of one liter. How could he die in this dark secret room?

"That~, that black diary is out of my hands now!"

Lockhart yelled in panic, he didn't want to die yet.

"In just a few minutes, Tom sold you. Was it worth it? What? Did you give him to your admirer or did you say that he has drawn enough vitality now, and is hiding where he is just to be safe? Playing a resurrection game in a dark corner? You are really vicious!

You had better give me an accurate answer, otherwise even Merlin will not be able to save you today! "

Carl said fiercely, his fingers clenching and then letting go.

"How can you think like this? I can't blame it all on me!

When they took the diary from me, they were so happy as if they couldn't listen to anyone's words. I also reminded them that this thing has some dangers while increasing their knowledge. But what can they do if they don't listen to me?

And they have gained knowledge and have greatly improved their magic level. Although they are now lying in the hospital bed, they will wake up soon after their vitality is supplemented. Once they master the magic knowledge, they will not be lost so easily. Not everyone is as unlucky as me.

And I also benefit from it. This should be the best of both worlds! "

Lockhart spread his hands and said innocently.

"There are some dangers while increasing knowledge? Occult knowledge +5, San value -3? Tell me what is the difference between this and the evil things like the Book of the Necropolis and the Demon Code?"

Carl suddenly laughed at Lockhart's strange remarks. He has always used the worst malice to speculate on wizards, but he didn't expect or believe it would be so stupid...

He thought that Lockhart had fooled so many powerful wizards and wrote legends, and he could understand that power was never obtained out of thin air, and that any power that was easy to control was the devil's bait.

But in a few words from Tom, he fell completely.

"Torn apart!

You see, I can use this magic as I want without using the magic props you made! "

As if to refute Carl’s remarks, Lockhart drew his wand from the gorgeous magic wand sleeve around his waist and waved it very casually. A faint magical light shot on the serpentine stone sculpture beside it, hitting it. A pothole the size of a thumb.

"Torn apart!"

Carl sneered disdainfully, and didn't even pull out his wand, a magical light that was much stronger than the curse just hit the same serpentine stone sculpture.

The entire stone sculpture shattered in a sudden, turned into a large amount of rubble and smoke and fell into the lake.

"That's it?"

Carl turned his head to look at his masterpiece, and there was endless mockery in his words. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"I know that there is still a big gap between this kind of strength and you real masters of magic, but I believe time will prove everything.

And Tom taught me snake language! This is a very old language, and few people in the magic world know it now! "

Lockhart flushed and kept defending himself.

"Then do you know who the trader is with you? That's Voldemort! Do you think he would be so kind? If he is really so kind, then the world of magic is almost over

Do you think you are his partner, his best friend? No, he told me the same before. But he didn't think I could provoke myself and ran away in a desperate way.

And you, you are just a chess piece in his hand that can be discarded at will after using it! "

Karl listened to Lockhart's words and sneered.

In his opinion, Lockhart had been deeply affected by Horcruxes. If the snake language could be learned so easily, it would not be extinct in the magic world now. And Harry Potter, who was able to speak snake language inadvertently, was deeply entangled with Voldemort, and even existed as a walking Horcrux in the world, so that he could control snake language.

With such a high magical talent, he was numbed by the obscure pronunciation in self-study in the forbidden book area. And how could Lockhart Holt control the snake language in such a short time? In addition to the long-term contact with Tom Riddle, his soul was corroded by him unknowingly.

Carl stretched out his finger, drew a few times in the air, and wrote three words with golden light: Tom Marvolo Riddle...

Then he used his finger to rotate a circle counterclockwise again, and the letters automatically switched positions and became "I am Voldemort!" This sentence...