Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 196 The Weight of the Old Senior
Unlike what Harry had imagined, even without lights and candles, the small room with the summoning circle painted on it was still as bright as day.

In the center of the magic circle, there was a maroon chair, on which sat a noble lady wearing a black windbreaker and holding a cane.

She looks very old, but even the traces of erosion by time cannot erase her elegant and noble temperament.

Seeing Harry push the door open, she smiled gracefully.

"We meet again, Potter," she said.

"Good evening, ma'am," Harry bowed.

Dumbledore and Mr. Flamel stood in the back, staring at each other.

No one has ever seen the god of death, and the limited knowledge we have about him is only in fragmentary records or legends.

They had heard Harry's description of the Grim Reaper, but after seeing her, they were still surprised by the incarnation of the Grim Reaper.

Harry was different. He had seen the god of death in Cassandra's dream, so he was already prepared in his heart.

The same thing went for Cassandra. She even played hide-and-seek with the god of death in her dreams for nearly a hundred years. Fortunately, she won.

"It seems my little friends aren't very friendly."

The Grim Reaper's gaze swept over Dumbledore and Mr. Flamel behind Harry, as well as Vivi and Cassandra behind them, and Newt who lowered his head and dared not look at her.

Harry forced a very cute and polite smile, trying to appear friendly.

Harry thought that we must not let the Grim Reaper misunderstand us.

"You misunderstood, ma'am," he said. "We actually have something we want to help you with."

"Oh, I don't think this is a misunderstanding." Death glanced down at the magic circle and said to Harry, "If this magic circle is not incomplete, I might have been bound when I was summoned to the human world - and I don't think this is an attitude of asking for help, what do you think, Potter?"

"Allow me to ask..."

Mr. Flamel suddenly trotted forward, his eyes flashing with fanaticism: "As an alchemist, it is really difficult to refuse any knowledge... So, do you know how to complete the magic circle?"

The Grim Reaper did not answer. He only glanced at Vivi and Cassandra meaningfully, and then said leisurely: "Even after so many years, you mortals are still as arrogant as your ancestors - is this how you treat guests? Summoning the Grim Reaper on Halloween without any sacrifices?"

Harry tried to argue: "It's November 2nd, ma'am..."

However, Death raised his wrist and tapped it: "This is only mortal time."

Seeing that the Grim Reaper seemed to have them in his grasp, Harry lowered his head and asked Vivi and Cassandra: "Sacrifice? What do you think the sacrifice should be? A sacrifice to the Grim Reaper..."

"It should be a human." Cassandra lowered her head and whispered to Harry, "You know, the kind that is killed on the spot..."

You know what, after hearing what Cassandra said, Harry also felt that it made sense.

That's true. What other sacrifices does the god of death need other than killing living people?
"We can't satisfy her request..." Harry whispered to Cassandra, "We can't really find someone to kill in front of her, right? This is really too..."

"Perhaps we can find a few dark wizards from Azkaban?" Vivi suggested, "If your conscience really bothers you, Harry, we can do that, what do you think?"

"I don't think this is a good choice, Miss Grindelwald." Lady Death interrupted their whispers, "I would rather you offer me a table of delicious food than be as arrogant as your ancestors and assume that I need a living person as a sacrifice."

It turned out to be like this...

Everyone felt relieved immediately...

It seems that this Lady of Death is not as difficult to talk to as the legend says.

Well, it’s just a delicious meal. Hogwarts lacks everything except delicious food.

After all, there are so many house-elves...

"Please wait a moment." Dumbledore said with relief, "I will ask the house-elves of Hogwarts to serve you delicious food."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he left Mr. Flamel's alchemy room like the wind.

Everyone stood in this small room, and there was silence for a long time. No one spoke first to break the silence.

Cassandra, in particular, was a little worried that she would be targeted by the Grim Reaper, so she tried her best not to attract his attention.

But the more this happens, the more it will attract the attention of the God of Death.

Seeing that Cassandra was trying her best to make herself invisible, the Grim Reaper turned his gaze to her.

"Alchemy is such a magical method. I thought I would be able to harvest your soul in a year, Miss Malfoy."

Harry quickly pulled Cassandra, signaling her not to say anything useless.

But he knew Cassandra's character. What if he argued with her and made her completely angry?
But he obviously underestimated Cassandra. After all, she rarely used her sharp tongue towards outsiders, and there was basically nothing to say when dealing with outsiders.

In addition, Cassandra is obviously not the kind of woman who is ignorant of the times, and she can certainly correctly recognize the gap between herself and the god of death.

Sometimes, being a coward is not a shameful thing, especially being a coward in the face of death.

"It seems that it is this humanoid magic stone Potter in front of you that has infused you with life energy, right?" Death continued, with a playful light in her eyes. "Tsk tsk... what a touching feeling..."

"The feelings of schoolchildren are always sincere, Lady Death," Mr. Flamel tried to smooth things over for Cassandra.

"Yes." Death showed a mysterious smile: "It is rare to see such a sincere relationship between three people like Potter."

Harry's face twitched. Of course he knew who the third person Death was talking about was.

Who else but Pappy?

"Actually, I invited you to come to the human world this time because I have something to ask you." Weiwei said, "You should know that there is a dark wizard in the British magic world named Tom Marvolo Riddle, also known as Voldemort."

"I do know this wizard." Death extended his finger gracefully and placed it on his cheek. "He split his soul into several parts, trying to pursue immortality in this way. Of course, I also know that your brother, Gellert Grindelwald, wanted to use my power for his own benefit by controlling the Deathly Hallows."

"If you want to harvest his soul, I know where he lives now." Weiwei was very skilled in selling his brother.

"I am not interested in such souls," the Grim Reaper put his hands on the handle of his cane. "I should say that I am not interested in souls. I just have a deep enough understanding of death itself... Everything has to die, even God. Maybe one day in the future, I will take him into death."

"Is there a God in this world?" Harry asked with a frown.

"You can accept that there is a god of death in this world, but you can't accept that there is a God in this world?" asked the god of death.

That's right. Harry accepted what the Grim Reaper said, or rather, he was a person who was easily persuaded.

In layman's terms, it means that one is a little easily influenced.

At this moment, Dumbledore also came back.

Behind him were dozens of house-elves, who were trembling with fear as they carried plates in their hands, working quickly in front of the Grim Reaper. Soon they had set up a long table and placed a sumptuous dinner in front of her.

"Please, ma'am," Dumbledore said softly.

Death only glanced at the dishes in front of him and said to Dumbledore, "I don't eat British food."

"Yes, ma'am." Dumbledore smiled. "But this is French food. You might as well try it."

While speaking, Dumbledore secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

British food is not presentable... That's not right. The question of whether British food is presentable or not is not yet a question. The biggest problem is that British food is not suitable for entertaining guests.

It's not for human consumption either.

Dumbledore certainly understood this, so he prepared French food for the Grim Reaper.

"I don't like it." Death said again.

Dumbledore took a deep breath, smiled politely at Lady Death, and told the elves to start cleaning up the food, preparing to come up with some new tricks to please Lady Death.

However, he was wrong. He asked the elves to use all their life's knowledge, tried German cuisine, Hungarian cuisine, Russian cuisine... and even served a table of rich and authentic Chinese food, but failed to impress Ms. Death even a little bit.

What should we do now?
Dumbledore was at a loss as to what to do. He asked the elf to clear away the lunch on the table and then looked at Harry.

As expected of Dumbledore's senior, Harry showed the maturity of a senior at the crucial moment.

"How about trying McDonald's?" Harry lowered his head and whispered to Vivi, "It's the one outside your school - remember, the one you told me was good last time."

"it is good."

Vivi turned around and left, grabbing Fiona's chicken leg, and appeared in a McDonald's restaurant in London.

"Oblivate!"

Weiwei did not forget to use the One Shot, One Oblivion spell on the people around her to avoid them getting into any trouble.

The most important thing is, it would not be good if someone kept asking me questions like this. After all, it is still daytime, and I can't use Avada Lightning Chain in McDonald's, right?
You seem a bit extreme then.

She walked up to the McDonald's clerk and said to him, as his eyes were slightly dull due to the forgetfulness spell: "One McNuggets meal, two classic burgers, a large Coke, and an order of fries."

The McDonald's clerk shook his head and turned around to get the meal for Weiwei.

At this moment, the customers in McDonald's also resumed their laughter and joy.

After getting the meal, Weiwei took the take-out bag, and with a bang, there was a burst of fire, and she disappeared on the spot.

"What's going on?" The clerk covered his mouth and shouted, pointing in the direction where Vivi disappeared.

Of course, the customers also noticed the sudden disappearance of Vivi. After all, beauties are always eye-catching, and the sudden disappearance of beauties is an eye-catching unsolved mystery.

Within a few minutes, posts appeared on the forum about a beautiful lady who had suddenly disappeared from McDonald's. The incident was not quelled until that evening with the joint suppression of the Ministry of Magic and the Muggle government.

Of course, this is a later story. Vivi rushed to Mr. Flamel's alchemy room and handed the fast food in her hand to Harry, indicating that he should send it to the Grim Reaper.

Harry took the fast food, walked quickly to the side of Death, and handed the paper bag in his hands to Death with both hands.

Death took the fast food and nodded with satisfaction. She slowly and gracefully pulled out the straw, stuck it into the Coke cup, put it to her lips and took a deep sip.

"I should say that I really like the taste of this sweet water." Death put down the cup and said to Harry, "Coke, right? It's a really memorable name."

"Yes, Madam Death." Harry smiled, "I also like cola, especially Coca-Cola."

The Grim Reaper's smile became even more satisfied.

"Yes, Harry, I am a Coca-Cola person too."

The expression on the old lady's face became more kind, and the look she gave Harry was as if she was the grandmother of her own precious grandson.

She opened the bag in her hand, took out the hamburger, tasted it carefully, ate all the McNuggets, and finally drank the Coke in the cup.

With the sound of sucking the cup dry, the Grim Reaper placed the cup on the table.

She took out a napkin and wiped her mouth gently. After a while, she said, "I am very satisfied with today's offering. So... I can answer one of your questions."

Mr. Flamel couldn't wait to say, "So, Madam Death, how can we perfect this magic circle?"

"We need a virgin with love in her heart." Death turned to Cassandra and Vivi, his eyes full of playfulness, "Ms. Malfoy or Miss Grindelwald will do. We can use their blood to draw the magic circle."

Hearing the words of the God of Death, a red cloud rose on Cassandra's cheeks, which was very suspicious.

Vivi looked at the talisman on the ground, and after careful calculation, she confirmed that the amount of blood used was not enough to be fatal, and even less than 100CC was used.

"Thank you, Ms. Death." Mr. Flamel said contentedly. For a mad scientist, knowledge is the eternal pursuit.

"I have another question, Madam Death," Dumbledore asked, "We heard that Tom Riddle is trying to summon you in the New World, and he has reportedly succeeded. Is that true?"

"That's another question, Dumbledore." Lady Death smiled and said, "I just said that the sacrifice that satisfies me can only allow me to answer one question of yours."

After hearing what Ms. Death said, everyone looked at each other.

How come one offering can only answer one question?

"Then you..." Dumbledore asked tentatively: "If I want to ask you another question, what kind of sacrifice do we need to offer?"

Death smiled.

"That is another question, Dumbledore."

(Ask for monthly ticket)

(End of this chapter)