Marvel's Hogwarts Wizard

Chapter 748 Death Descends (First Update)

"Jerry, with your intelligence, you shouldn't believe such an unreliable legend."

Dumbledore stood up, his expression becoming complicated.

In his mind, Jerry, this genius wizard who had surpassed him in strength in just a few years, was an existence whose wisdom was absolutely unmatched by ordinary people.

But to everyone's surprise, Jerry also believed that the absurd legend that by collecting all three artifacts, he could become the master of death and dominate the world.

This really disappointed him. Could it be that Jerry, like Voldemort, had those terrible ambitions?

Looking at Dumbledore's expression, Jerry knew without guessing what he was thinking, and explained somewhat helplessly:

"Principal, it's not what you think. Of course I don't believe that collecting all three holy artifacts will make me the master of death, and I have no interest in dominating the world."

To be honest, if I wanted to, no one could stop me from dominating the world; I wouldn't need to rely on this unreliable legend at all.

"I just want to see if I can find Death through the three holy artifacts. I have something I want to talk to him about."

After saying that, Jerry released the shielding spell and slowly released a small portion of his aura.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald sensed Jerry's terrifying magical aura and their eyes widened in surprise.

That was such a terrifying magical aura that even Dumbledore and Grindelwald, considered the two most powerful wizards in the world, were so intimidated by it that their hair stood on end.

They felt that Jerry didn't even need to cast a spell; his powerful aura alone could kill them.

It was at this moment that they realized that what Jerry said might not be a lie, but the truth, because given his current strength, he had no reason to lie to them.

After proving himself with his strength, Jerry withdrew his aura and cast a shielding spell on himself again.

"Okay, Jerry, I believe you, but even if you collect all three artifacts, it probably won't happen. It'll probably just be a legend."

Dumbledore handed the Elder Wand to Jerry.

At this moment, Grindelwald, who had been silent until now, spoke up.

"You are very powerful, but I advise you not to do that, because although the legend is not true, it is not entirely untrue either."

"Gellert, do you know something?"

Dumbledore knew Grindelwald very well and immediately sensed something from his words.

Grindelwald clearly wasn't going to play games, explaining with a hint of gentleness in his voice:

"You know, I used to believe in the legend of the Three Sacred Treasures. My original purpose in visiting my great-aunt Bathilda Baghatt in Godric Valley was actually to find the Invisibility Cloak."

However, I gave up later and never went looking for the Invisibility Cloak and the Resurrection Stone again after stealing the Elder Wand.

Because when I was researching, I discovered that in all those years of history, there were people who had collected all three Holy Relics, but they did not become the masters of Death, nor did they rule the world.

Instead, they all disappeared without a trace in the end!

"Disappeared, you mean?"

Dumbledore's expression turned serious again, and Grindelwald nodded:

"That's right. I think that if you collect all three holy artifacts, you might be able to summon the Grim Reaper. But you won't become the Grim Reaper's master or dominate the world. Instead, your soul will be taken away by the Grim Reaper."

You've forgotten that in the story, Death's ultimate purpose in giving the three brothers the three holy relics was actually to take their souls away.

"Mr. Grindelwald, perhaps your guess is correct, but it's alright, I should be able to handle this situation."

After hearing Grindelwald's words, Jerry showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he directly touched the three holy relics together: the Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone, and the Cloak of Invisibility.

If Grindelwald's guess is correct, then collecting all three artifacts will summon Death, which would save him the trouble of searching for the Grim Reaper himself based on his aura.

"boom!"

The moment the three sacred artifacts touched, a powerful light carrying the aura of death erupted from them, followed by a strong spatial fluctuation.

After everything returned to normal, a skeleton four or five meters tall, wearing a black hood and wielding a huge scythe, appeared before Jerry, Dumbledore, and Grindelwald.

"Haha, after all these years, idiots have finally collected all three artifacts! I have a new toy!"

The Grim Reaper, wielding a scythe, burst into laughter upon his entrance, his skeletal mouth making a crackling sound as he laughed.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald, feeling the powerful aura of death emanating from the Grim Reaper, froze on the spot, their fear amplified infinitely.

Jerry, standing in front of them, acted as if nothing had happened, stroking his chin and looking the Grim Reaper up and down, muttering with some confusion:

"Wait a minute, why is this Grim Reaper so weak? Could he not be the creator god?!"

In Dumbledore and Grindelwald's eyes, Death was a powerful being who could instantly take their souls, but in Jerry's eyes, Death was surprisingly weak.

Because he could clearly sense that this Grim Reaper's strength was not at the single-universe level, but at most at the Godfather level, and not even a very strong Godfather level.

He felt that if Odin were alive, he could easily defeat this god of death.

Compared to Ankhseram, the creator god of Fairy Tail and a being of multiverse level, it is far, far inferior.

Therefore, he speculated that Death might not be the creator of this world, because creating a magical world like Harry Potter would require at least the power of a single universe, if not multiverse.

This disappointed him somewhat; now he could only wait and see if the Grim Reaper knew where the true Creator God was.

"So you're the one who has collected all three sacred artifacts. I hereby declare you a glorious servant of this god, and I will take your soul back to Hell!"

Death looked down at Jerry, raised his scythe, and spoke in a condescending tone.

Jerry waved his hand:

"Let's not discuss that for now. I want to know, as the Grim Reaper, do you know where the God who created this world is now, or can you contact him? I need to talk to him about something."

"You mere mortal, daring to dream of meeting the great Creator God? You are utterly ignorant of your own limitations! You'd better obediently come with me to Hell and serve me well!"

Upon hearing this, Death swung his scythe, ready to take Jerry's soul.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald, who were behind them, wanted to help, but they were suppressed by the aura of death and could not move at all.

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(End of this chapter)