DNF Meets Harry Potter

Karl stared closely at Slytherin's abyssal mouth, and with a click, Slytherin's huge stone face moved.

Broken stones fell to the ground, and at the same time his mouth opened wider and wider, finally forming a huge corridor.

"Are you finally willing to come out?"

Carl muttered to himself while snapping his fingers. A faint blue diamond-shaped shield shrouded him. No matter what level of battle it is, it is always right to put a shield on yourself first to reduce damage.

There was a rustling in the corridor accompanied by the sound of violent friction, which became more and more clear from far to near, and it seemed that something was crawling out of it angrily.

Karl closed his eyes again, the basilisk's stare was no joke, he didn't want to use his immortality once. At the same time, the transformation was completed in an instant, and the school uniform on his body suddenly changed into a moon-white robe. In the dark secret room, starlight bloomed around him, and the golden staff appeared behind him at some point.

"Dimension Ion Beam!"

He clenched his left hand violently, and the purple dimension stone shattered and merged into his body. A terrifying beam of dimensional magic power condensed in his hands, and Karl was not interested in waiting for the basilisk to crawl out before conducting a 1v1 imperial city PK. It is the last word to give him a ruthless blow first!

Through the physical instinct of supernatural perception, even with his eyes closed, he can clearly see the appearance of the basilisk in front of him. It is green all over, and the scales like old bark grow unevenly on its body, which is extremely intimidating. A tuft of scarlet cockscomb-like feathers fluttered in the wind on the large flat head.

When the basilisk crawled out of that long tunnel, Karl's fierce magic had already arrived. The terrifying dimensional light beam hit its head fiercely, knocking it into the air, and the powerful tearing attribute attached to the dimensional power broke the scales on its head, and a mournful cry came from its big mouth.

There was faint venom dripping from the sharp bayonet-like fangs, which shocked Karl for a while. After this bite, no matter who you are, there will be no return.

The pain-eating basilisk immediately chose to fight back under its anger. It suddenly turned its head, and its long tail made a huge wind in the air, and lashed towards the person who attacked it just now. Those two yellow vertical pupils, which are as huge as light bulbs, are particularly eye-catching in the dark.

Carl raised his hand lightly, under the spell of ten thousand bullets, pieces of gravel the size of a human head that had been produced by the ultimate explosion flew up on the platform, and then suddenly accelerated in the air, making a piercing sound, and met the That thick snake tail.

The sound of gravel breaking again sounded, and the dust all over the sky made Karl cough for a while, but this magic didn't even break its scales.

"Soul shock!"

The golden staff slammed heavily on the ground, and the invisible magic wave spread out. Just when the basilisk broke through and was about to turn its head and rush towards it. His brain twitched violently, and a burst of severe pain hit him. There was a huge impact on its soul—as if someone had hit it hard with a hammer, which made its newly jumped body fall heavily to the ground, making a dull sound.

"Dimension Fall!"

A huge box fell from the sky, hit its body, and then exploded. The flames began to rage in the secret room, and the hideous scales of the basilisk couldn't bear the damage, and wisps of black blood with poisonous blood flowed continuously from its body.

"Hiss~!"

The shrill scream echoed in the secret room, it was the basilisk roaring with serious injuries.

It had been dormant for so long since Voldemort last called it, waiting for the next one after its call fifty years ago. Unfortunately, what was waiting this time was not the call of the next successor, but a magician who wanted it to die.

The basilisk was so angry that he waited for a thousand years, and finally had a chance to come out fifty years ago, and even stared at a little wizard to death beautifully. As it fell into a deep sleep, it fantasized that the heir would not keep him waiting too long.

But who would have thought that what was waiting this time was an unreasonable attack...

It stretched its upper body high into the air, while its lower body hovered in a ball. Its two eyes, like light bulbs, stared closely at Karl, who was brewing the next magic next to him.

The scariest thing about the basilisk is that it stares at anyone, even a great wizard at the level of Voldemort and Dumbledore. But now this most powerful killer poses no threat to Karl at all, and his real combat power will not be weakened in the slightest with his eyes closed.

Therefore, after staring at it for a long time and found that the ability to rely on this eating ability did not play any role, the basilisk rushed towards Karl directly. Not to mention human wizards.

It can crush dozens of such small wizards at once. The basilisk fantasized about crushing Karl into meatloaf and swallowing it in one gulp. Only in this way can it relieve its hatred!

"Ancient Magic Book!"

Looking at the basilisk rushing towards him, Karl's eyes were cold, and the magic that had been brewing for a long time was finally completed.

Half of the old magic book floated high as he chanted, and stood horizontally on his head, constantly turning the pages. Black thorns broke through the hard ground, and black roses bloomed, winding around the incomparably huge body of the basilisk.

Entangled by unknown plants, the basilisk twisted its body anxiously. After the black thorns were broken, they quickly turned into nutrients to nourish other branches. It landed on the scales of its body, but green smoke rose, and a rancid smell began to linger in the secret room. At the same time, the sharp spikes kept breaking through the basilisk, trying to take root in it.

From the inexplicable thorns, the basilisk felt the threat of death, and it began to wriggle more and more frantically, trying to break free. How can it be so easy to get rid of the dark magic inherited from the goddess of the moon?

"Life absorption!"

The magic book above Carl's head was flipping faster and faster, while the thorns kept withering, turning into black ashes and scattered on the ground. And at this moment, the black rose rooted on the cockscomb finally matured after absorbing all the branches and part of the life of the basilisk!

"Finally waiting for you..."

Carl grinned, the biggest gain this time may be this black rose.

Item name: Flower of the Rose of Life

Rarity: Artifact

Special item introduction: The evil flower cultivated by absorbing a large amount of life force with terrifying black magic is a good choice whether it is used for cursing or sacrificing to please some great beings...

Ps. Life blooms on the battlefield, and the seeker of black magic is always alone...

As the flower of life matured, the endless black thorns completed their mission and turned into ashes...