I swung a sword at Hogwarts

The green light in front of my eyes became extremely slow, and Nagini's determination and Voldemort's hideousness were all extremely clear in my eyes.

John loosened his grip on the sword and slowly reached out towards Nagini, his lips opening and closing.

"The soul is back."

Green light illuminates the entire space.

...

Nagini opened her eyes again and looked around in confusion in the dim dungeon.

There were two people in front of her, one was a bald old man with his jaw dropped, and the other was...

"John!"

John closed his eyes tightly, and his body gradually turned gray.

Nagini felt as if her heart was being squeezed tightly. She wanted to pass through, but passed through John's body.

Looking at her now silver-white and transparent body, she looked behind her, and her body, which had returned to its human form, was lying there quietly.

"No, don't!" Another person appeared in his mind, the one he didn't catch.

Nagini never panicked in the face of death, but now she was like a helpless little girl.

Damo Alex finally came back to his senses. He said with difficulty: "Is this successful?"

Without caring about being happy, Damo Alex ran over. John had just used the ghost spell to extract Nagini's soul.

"Where is John? What happened!" Damo Alex lost his composure and roared at Nagini fiercely.

John's face darkened. Damo Alex took out the potion and forced John's mouth open to pour it in.

...

Blurred fantasy.

The expression on Voldemort's face froze, and Nagini disappeared out of thin air.

He was confused for a moment, and then John smiled.

"It seems that you don't understand these very well."

John sneered, and Voldemort was furious.

"Where did you take Nagini!"

He shouted angrily, and John was hit by his hand, and his illusory body was like a candle in the wind.

Voldemort turned into black smoke and came to John, strangled him and lifted him up.

The silver sword on his chest shattered, John's eyes darkened, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Want to know? Then go ask."

He looked behind Voldemort, and Voldemort was startled and turned his head to look.

Nothing...?

Realizing that he had been tricked, Voldemort turned quickly.

"Avada Kedavra"

This was the first time John used the Killing Curse, and he did it without a wand.

The green light hit Voldemort's face, and cracks appeared on his handsome face.

He screamed in terror and didn't even care about John.

He covered his face and screamed madly, but unfortunately it was a killing curse.

Unforgivable spell.

Amidst screams, Voldemort's face shattered, his body broke into pieces inch by inch, emitting green light from the inside out.

Voldemort's Horcrux fragment died.

John sat on the ground and looked in the direction where Voldemort had just looked.

He didn't lie.

In that direction, the face of the man in the black cloak could not be seen clearly, but John could feel that he was looking at this side quietly.

John's soul became more transparent, as if it was about to dissipate.

"Can you let me die knowingly?"

John spread his hands, stared at the black cloak and asked, "Are you another soul, or the god of death?"

The hazy dreamland was quiet, and John felt that the black cloak was laughing.

"Interesting, you're the funniest person I've ever met."

The black cloak approaches John.

John could do nothing now and just watched the black cloak approach him.

Just standing there, the black cloak exuded a suffocating silence.

He also revealed his identity.

"You called me..."

"grim Reaper."

Chapter 138 The Legend of the Three Brothers and the Grim Reaper

There is a story recorded in the Tales of Beedle the Bard.

The legend of three brothers.

Once upon a time there were three brothers who were traveling at dawn along a lonely and winding road.

In time the three brothers reached a river, but it was too deep and swift to be crossed by either fording or swimming.

However, the three brothers knew magic, and they created a bridge across the river simply by waving their wands.

However, when they were halfway there, they found a hooded figure blocking their way.

That person is the god of death.

Death spoke to them.

He was angry that he had been fooled by these three new victims, since travelers usually drowned in this river.

But Death is cunning.

He pretends to praise the three brothers for their magic, and that each of them will win a prize for having cleverly avoided him.

Among the three brothers, the eldest was a warlike man. He asked for the most powerful wand in the world, a wand that was more powerful than any other wand and could win in a duel.

So Death cut off branches from the elder tree, made a wand into it and gave it to the eldest brother. That wand was the Elder Wand.

The second of the three brothers was an arrogant man who wanted to humiliate the god of death, so he asked for the power to recall the others from death.

Death picked up a stone from the river bank and gave it to the second brother, telling him that this stone had the power to bring the dead back to life.

That stone is the Resurrection Stone

The last one was the third brother. He was a humble and smart man. He did not trust the god of death and asked for something that could take him outside the jurisdiction of the god of death.

Death reluctantly gave him his invisibility cloak.

Elder Wand, Resurrection Stone, Invisibility Cloak.

These are the Three Deathly Hallows.

Later, the eldest brother had his throat slit for showing off his strength, and the second brother committed suicide in despair because he could not bear the indifference of his lover who called him back.

Only the third brother, relying on the invisibility cloak, lived to old age and finally left death with relief.

John was a little dazed when the man in front of him said he was the god of death.

"So I'm going to die?" Staring under the hood of the Grim Reaper, John wanted to see clearly.

The Grim Reaper was in a good mood. He smiled and said, "Not bad."

"Well, I sacrificed my life to save someone. I suddenly feel so stupid."

John was not a man who could accept death easily. He had just embarked on the path of becoming the White Devil, but he didn't expect that he would be gone.

But even if he didn't want to, there was nothing he could do. With the god of death before him, he had no power left.

So he acted very calmly, which surprised the Grim Reaper even more.

"Are you not afraid of death?" asked Death.

John shrugged, spread his hands, and said nonchalantly: "Then what else do you think I can do, kill you and run away?"

He made no effort to hide his thoughts, because there was no point.

The Grim Reaper was startled, then let out a low laugh.

"You really are very interesting."

As if discovering something fun, the Grim Reaper raised his hand, and John's soul, which was about to dissipate, solidified again.

John was stunned and looked at Death suspiciously.

Death said playfully: "There was once a man just like you, who accepted death calmly."

"It's not time for you to die yet. In fact, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here."

Death raised his hand, and John felt his body being pulled away from here by a force.

"The Land of Illusion is where those who wander are. Those who play with death cannot be tolerated. You helped me solve one of them. In return, I will send you back."

Everything in front of him went blank, the white light stung his eyes, causing him to close them.

When he opened his eyes again, John saw a face covered in snot and tears, which almost fell on him.

"I go!"

A forceful push away Damo Alex, John was terrified and checked to see if he was stuck.

His face was full of disgust, as if he was not the one who had just experienced life and death.

Damo Alex was stunned. John was clearly not breathing just now. Without thinking too much, he rushed towards John in ecstasy.

"Stop, I know you're excited, but don't get excited yet!"

John thought it was too dirty and quickly asked him to stop.

Damo Alex braked and John gave himself a thorough inspection.

"Really back?"

He was facing death just a few seconds ago, and now he's back?

After some hesitation, he reluctantly slapped his handsome face.

John gasped and his cheeks swelled up.

"It seems to be true."

After confirming it was real, he breathed a sigh of relief and began to feel the aches in his body.

Glancing at the medicine bottles on the floor, John could smell the smell of potion as soon as he opened his mouth.

God knows how many potions Damo Alex gave himself, which not only made him feel bloated in the stomach but also made him want to vomit.

Looking up at where Nagini was, the beautiful woman was lying on the ground, her soul's eyes full of surprise.

"I'm back, Nagini."

John greeted her easily: "Welcome back too."

After putting Nagini's soul back, the beautiful sleeping woman moaned, and after opening her eyes, she blinked somewhat uncomfortably.

As I blinked, tears began to fall.

A smile appeared on her face, and tears flowed down her pretty face.

"Thank you, John."