I'm in a crossover anime world, and I've been transported to Hogwarts twice.

He no longer looked at the angry guardian phoenix, but instead pierced through the barrier of silver flames, as if his gaze had landed directly on Ariana's curled-up soul core.

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a cold declaration of law, clearly piercing through the barrier protecting the phoenix and directly imprinting itself on Ariana's soul perception. At the same time, it caused a slight, almost imperceptible pause in the silver flame phoenix's anger.

“I can bring Ariana Dumbledore back to life.”

"!!!"

These words were like a bombshell dropped into the still, lifeless lake of the underworld!

The silver flames of the phoenix, which was made of pure guardian souls, suddenly stopped burning!

In those angry silver eyes, an incredulous light suddenly erupted, a complex mix of ecstasy, doubt, and a deeper sense of vigilance!

What is Ariana's ultimate wish, as it guards her soul?

Isn't the hope that this pure, unfortunate child can escape the shadow of death and truly and happily live once?

Genichi Hanyu accurately struck at this most fundamental desire to protect existence!

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Are you sure you want to stop me?

Genichi Hanyu's voice rang out again, carrying a cold, alluring quality that suggested he had complete control.

The Law of Death rippled slightly in his palm, as if displaying the power he possessed to reverse life and death.

"To prevent her from regaining her life?"

The silver flames guarding the phoenix fluctuated violently!

Its proud head lowered slightly, its burning silver eyes fixed on Genichi Hanyu, as if trying to see through his appearance and discern the true intentions behind his words.

The anger remained, but the resolute will to stop it at all costs was violently shaken by this sudden hope concerning Ariana's ultimate fate!

Its purpose is to protect Ariana!

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Bringing Ariana back to life is undoubtedly the highest level of protection!

If we stop him, wouldn't that go against our original intention of protecting him?

Will this cause Ariana to lose this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity forever?

Immense contradictions and struggles are manifested in this soul phoenix, which is purely composed of the will to protect.

Its silver flame sometimes surged high, emitting a strong warning; at other times it softened, revealing deep hesitation and expectation.

The surrounding underworld atmosphere seemed to thicken due to this silent clash of souls.

Genichi Hanyu stood there quietly, like a chess player controlling the game of fate, patiently waiting for his opponent's choice.

He knew that a fatal crack had appeared in this line of defense that protected his will.

He only needs to give it a gentle push.

"cost..."

A difficult thought, like the whispers of countless souls, was transmitted with difficulty from the direction of the silver-flame phoenix, filled with vigilance and unease.

"What...do you...desire?"

Protecting the phoenix is ​​not a complete loss of reason.

The entity before us would never offer help without a reason!

As Genichi Hanyu watched the guardian phoenix finally begin to communicate, a satisfied yet utterly cold smile finally appeared on his icy lips.

He slowly raised his other hand, a wisp of pure law representing death swirling around his fingertips. His gaze seemed to pierce through the barriers between the underworld and the world of the living, landing on the circular office at the highest point of Hogwarts Castle.

"It's very simple."

"I want the Elder Wand and the Invisibility Cloak from Albus Dumbledore."

106 The Shock of Cassandra

The oak door to the Slytherin Prefects’ common room slid open silently, and Genichi Hanyu stepped into the room like a ghost disappearing into the shadows.

The warm flames in the fireplace danced, casting shimmering light and shadow on the dark green tapestry and silver snake motifs, dispelling the slight chill from the hallway outside and the last trace of coldness lingering on him from the world of the dead.

Cassandra was sitting in an armchair by the fireplace, a thick ancient tome of magic script open on her lap, but her mind was clearly not on the difficult runes.

The moment Genichi Hanyu appeared, she almost immediately raised her head, her eyes landing precisely on him like the most sensitive detector.

Her gaze did not immediately shift away, but rather swept over Genichi Hanyu with scrutiny and inquiry, carefully and meticulously examining him inch by inch.

A moment later, her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, she put down the book in her hand, stood up and walked a few steps to Genichi Hanyu.

"you..."

Cassandra's voice carried a hint of uncertainty as her eyes were fixed on Genichi Hanyu's deep black pupils. "933."

"You seem to have changed."

Her tone was not one of doubt, but of certainty.

This change is not an external wound or fatigue, but a qualitative transformation that originates from the depths of the soul and is difficult to describe.

Like a piece of metal that has been re-tempered, the surface may remain the same, but its internal density, luster, and even the aura it exudes are completely different.

Becoming more profound?

Even more unpredictable?

It also carried a hint of coldness and majesty that made her instinctively tremble deep in her soul.

Although Genichi Hanyu tried his best to conceal it, he still couldn't completely hide it in front of his closest people.

Genichi Hanyu stopped in his tracks, looking at his remarkably perceptive lover. A hint of admiration flashed in his eyes, which was then replaced by a playful smile.

Of course he knew what had happened to him, that he had regained the power to kill. How could such a change be kept from Cassandra, who had been with him day and night and was already on the same page with him?

Cassandra.

A gentle smile curved his lips, and his voice was deep: "Your senses are frighteningly sharp."

He reached out, seemingly wanting to habitually stroke her soft, flowing hair, but his movement paused slightly in mid-air.

He realized that the chilling aura of the laws of death might still linger on his fingertips, and worried that he might disturb her.

Cassandra keenly caught his momentary pause and the complex emotions that flashed in his eyes.

Instead of flinching, she took a step forward, looking directly at him with a hint of playful reproach and self-righteousness typical of a girlfriend: "What's so strange about that? I'm your girlfriend, after all!"

She slightly raised her delicate chin, her tone tinged with a hint of pride: "If I can't even notice such a big change in my own boyfriend, then can I still be considered your girlfriend?"

These words were like a warm current, instantly dispelling the unconscious sense of alienation that had arisen in Genichi Hanyu's heart from wielding the power of death.

He looked into Cassandra's eyes, which were filled with concern, trust, and a hint of barely perceptible worry, and a warm feeling welled up inside him.

Yes, no matter how much power he gained, he was still Genichi Hanyu in front of her.

A genuine and satisfied smile appeared on his face. Without any further hesitation, he reached out and gently stroked her smooth, long hair, his movements tender and precious.

"You're right, my dear girlfriend."

He whispered, his eyes filled with tenderness for her.

Cassandra felt the familiar, comforting warmth emanating from his fingertips, and the slight unease in her heart quietly dissipated.

She leaned against his strong chest, listening to his steady, powerful heartbeat, and asked softly, "So, can you tell me now?"

She looked up, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and inquiry: "What exactly happened? When you went to find Voldemort's Horcruxes, it felt like you underwent a transformation?"

Genichi Hanyu put his arm around her and led her to sit down on the sofa by the fireplace.

He adjusted his position so that she could comfortably lean against him, feeling the warmth from the fireplace and dispelling the last trace of chill from the underworld.

He looked down into Cassandra's inquisitive eyes and decided to stop hiding it.

“It’s a long story, Cassandra.”

His voice became low and serious, "I went to the Gaunt mansion to find Marvologaunt's ring, not only for the Horcrux, but also for the Resurrection Stone set in the ring."

Cassandra's eyes widened slightly: "The Resurrection Stone, one of the Deathly Hallows? The one that's said to be able to summon images of the dead?"

"Summoning an image?"

Genichi Hanyu smiled knowingly and shook his head: "That was just the most superficial and shallowest application of its power. I underestimated it, or rather, I underestimated the meaning that all the Deathly Hallows represent."

Genichi Hanyu slowly recounts the vicious curse and traps he encountered at the Gaunt old house, the discovery of the anomaly of the Resurrection Stone, and the revelation of the Resurrection Stone's true nature as the core of the death law of this world after it was activated!

And the terrifying erosion that almost froze his soul and assimilated it into the cold rules!

Cassandra's expression changed slightly as she listened; even from just the description, she could sense the extreme danger at the time!

She instinctively gripped Genichi Hanyu's arm tightly.

Genichi Hanyu patted her hand reassuringly and continued to recount how he forcibly escaped back to the crossover anime world at the last minute and how he sought help from Gaia, the world's will.

Then, it tells how Gaia used her supreme power to forcibly strip away the core of the invading Law of Death, and how she analyzed, refined, and imprinted it with the mark of the crossover anime world. In the end, just like installing a powerful artifact, she safely and without the risk of assimilation bestowed this power representing death upon him!

"So, in a sense, I am now the controller of death in this world..."

He raised the hand that wasn't embracing Cassandra, palm facing upwards, and subtly moved his mind.

There was no incantation, no waving of a magic wand.

With just a thought, a wisp of extremely condensed and profound darkness, seemingly capable of absorbing all light, suddenly condensed in the air a few inches above his palm!

It wasn't the filthy, evil kind of black magic, but rather the pure, cold rule of death that represents the ultimate fate of the universe!

This wisp of darkness hovered silently, exuding an aura of impending doom that sent shivers down the spine.

The flickering flames of the fireplace in the lounge seemed to dim slightly as they approached the gloomy light.

Cassandra's pupils suddenly contracted!

She clearly felt that the moment that wisp of darkness appeared, her life force, magic, and even her soul experienced an instinctive tremor, a desire to escape!

That is life's natural fear of "death" itself!

Genichi Hanyu's gaze fell on the low table beside the fireplace, where a small silver goblet that Cassandra used to practice transfiguration held half a glass of water. He touched the goblet lightly with his fingertip.

Silent!

The half-glass of water, along with the exquisite little silver goblet, instantly lost all its luster under Cassandra's incredulous gaze!

The water didn't evaporate; instead, it withered away.

It seemed to have completed its entire life cycle as water in a fraction of a second, losing all its activity and turning into a small clump of lifeless gray powder!

The silver goblet, as if weathered by millions of years, was instantly covered in a layer of grayish rust, its structure becoming extremely fragile, and finally silently turning into a small pile of dull metal fragments!

There was no explosion, no sound, only utter and absolute death!

The entire lounge fell into a deathly silence.

The fire in the fireplace was still flickering, but Cassandra felt no warmth whatsoever.

She stared blankly at the pile of ashes and debris on the low table, a symbol of death, then at Genichi Hanyu's hand, which was wrapped with the laws of death, and finally her gaze settled on his face.

Her lover sat there calmly, yet he exuded a cold and absolute majesty that seemed to transcend all living beings.

He just casually wiped away the presence of a glass of water and a silver cup!

Is this the power to control death?

Cassandra's throat was a little dry. She looked at Gen Hanyu with eyes filled with unprecedented shock, confusion, and a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

She opened her mouth, but found herself at a loss for words.

107 The Lever That Moved Dumbledore

As Genichi Hanyu looked at Cassandra's deeply shocked expression, a playful smile crept onto his lips.

He withdrew the chilling power of the Law of Death from his palm.

The suffocating coldness and sense of impending doom in the lounge vanished instantly, leaving only the warmth from the fireplace and Cassandra's familiar, cool fragrance.

"scared?"

He reached out and gently pinched Cassandra's slightly cold cheek, his tone both comforting and teasing.

Cassandra snapped back to reality and instinctively slapped his hand away, but the shock and complexity in her eyes had not completely faded.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, and refocused her gaze on Genichi Hanyu's face, which held a mixture of inquiry and a hint of barely perceptible worry: "Is this the power of death you spoke of? The control over death?"