I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"I know that Dumbledore is wary of me and dissatisfied with me," John said with a self-deprecating smile, "but I used to think that he would treat me equally no matter what, until something happened."

He stared at Harry, silencing him.

"As for Heinrich, I..."

"Don't be sorry."

John crumpled up the bag of every-flavor beans and it disappeared.

He stood up and said, "I have told you so much, but I actually want to tell you that I am an expert in matters of the soul."

"There are some things I know more about than Dumbledore."

"Like, another soul in you."

"Another... soul?" Harry was dumbfounded, and suddenly felt like he was being eaten by someone else.

John closed his eyes, and many balls of light appeared in the palm of his hand, each one of them looked like elves.

After appearing, they flew everywhere towards the station.

After a while, a rope appeared in John's hand.

He reached out and pulled, and a naked, curled-up red-skinned child was dragged out.

The child was very weak, so weak that John was able to control him using only one soul.

Harry was startled when he was dragged in front of him.

"what is this?"

"This is Tom's soul," John said, looking at the fragile soul, "Do you remember the diary we destroyed in the second grade?"

"Remember, it was there that I learned that Tom Riddle was Voldemort's name."

"To be precise, that Tom is a fragment of Voldemort's soul. He divided his soul into six pieces and made six Horcruxes."

John walked forward and slowly stepped on the child with the sole of his shoe, causing him to let out a very high-pitched scream.

"As long as the Horcruxes are indestructible, Voldemort will never die. And this is one of them. You are the seventh Horcrux."

Harry was a little reluctant, but he was shocked when he heard John's words, "You mean, I am a Horcrux? But I don't know when..."

"Your scar," John interrupted. "The night your parents died, along with Voldemort, a part of his soul entered your body."

John looked at Harry in disbelief and delivered a fatal blow. "This means that as long as you are alive, Voldemort will not die."

"No one would have thought, not even Voldemort, that the savior would be his life-saving talisman, let alone that the noble savior would be the vessel of the most evil magic."

"I think Dumbledore might know that your death can bring about Voldemort's death."

Every word was so heart-wrenching that Harry slumped down on the bench, unable to accept it.

John looked at the train approaching in the distance, and the sound of the train whistle came with smoke.

Harry turned around and asked again in confusion: "What is that?"

"The arrival of an old friend."

John looked at the train and smiled.

The train stopped at the station and the doors opened.

Harry was a little confused and asked, "Should we go up, or not?"

"Of course you have to go up," John said, glancing at the child at his feet, "Take your ticket."

Harry looked at the kid with disgust, he had no choice.

This place is too weird. If he can't follow John, he might never be able to go back.

When the child was picked up, the red color looked like someone had peeled off their skin.

It was also slippery and wet when he picked it up, which made Harry feel nauseous, and it was difficult to lift.

John didn't take it seriously, walked to the car door and shouted to Harry, "You better hurry up, the door is about to close."

"Here it comes." Harry made up his mind and picked up the child.

Harry walked in just before the train doors closed.

He saw John walking in one direction and he hurried to follow him.

"Where does this lead?"

John glanced at Harry and snapped his fingers as if thinking of something.

The clothes he was wearing turned into gorgeous robes, and a bow appeared on Harry's collar.

"We are going to meet the beginning of the story and the end of the story."

John was walking in front. The train had already started, and the shaking body of the train was perfectly stable under John's feet.

Harry had to hold the child in one hand and walked unsteadily.

I walked past a carriage and found it was empty.

It wasn't until two more classes passed that I met the first person.

Harry saw the man, very strange.

There was clearly no one else there, but that person was wearing a cloak like an invisibility cloak with the hood on his head.

He couldn't see the man's appearance clearly, but he instinctively felt something was strange.

Because John said that this place is a lingering realm beyond life and death.

How come there are people here?

"We meet again," the hooded figure spoke. Harry couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman. "I think I see you."

John walked over and sat down opposite the man.

Harry hesitated for a moment, then followed and sat down.

"You may be right," John shrugged. "I thought you would have a lot of people like you there."

"Haha," the hooded man let out a low laugh, "this isn't a good job. Not many people like to do it."

"Dealing with death is never a good thing." The hooded man raised his head slightly.

Try as Harry might, he could not see what was inside the black of the hood.

"It was a foolish thing for you to wake up the dead, John Wick." The hooded man obviously did nothing, but the child in Harry's arms was breathing harder.

It was like he was struggling to survive and was about to die in the next second.

John raised his hand and waved it in front of Harry, sighing and saying, "You're asking for money before the transaction even begins. That's too immoral..."

"grim Reaper."

...

Chapter 376 I Tried to Play a Trick on Death

grim Reaper?

Unfamiliar words exploded in Harry's mind.

"You're greedy, John Wick."

The Grim Reaper laughed in a deep voice, "It's not a smart idea to negotiate with the Grim Reaper."

"I'm an alchemist," John leaned back in his chair and smiled, "Equivalent exchange, this is the unchanging theorem of alchemy."

Alchemists are far more persistent than merchants.

"You are indeed very interesting, John Wick." Death raised his hand, revealing the skeleton fingers under the robe.

Harry's body was cold and he held the child stiffly.

"Those who play with death cannot be tolerated." John said the words like singing a hymn.

He looked at the child in Harry's arms and said, "You said this the last time we met."

"You want to use this as a trade?" Death said with interest, "This soul is very weak."

John shook his head and said, "Tom Marvolo Riddle."

At the sound of Voldemort's name, Death stared at the child.

The child cowered in Harry's arms.

"You enjoy controlling the fate of powerful people."

John's eyes flashed with a strange look, and he said, "The belligerent eldest, the arrogant second, and the humble third."

"The Tale of the Three Brothers." Harry suddenly recalled the story.

Hermione had dragged him to read this story when Dumbledore's Army gathered.

He happened to remember this.

Somehow, he felt that this story had some connection with him.

"Tom Riddle played with death, his soul should be one you love."

John finished, looking at Death.

Death turned his gaze from the child back to the child. His face couldn't be seen clearly due to his hood, so it was unknown what his expression was. He said, "What do you want?"

He showed interest in Voldemort's soul.

John's palms were slightly sweaty, and he stared at the god of death, saying word by word: "Equivalent exchange."

"One person's soul for another soul?" said the Grim Reaper.

Harry felt a push on his back, forcing him to lean back in his chair.

He looked out the window and saw that the train, which had been moving slowly, was speeding up. Although there was no scenery to speak of, it felt like it was going much faster.

It's Death.

Death stared at John and said in a cold voice, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"You want to be my next prey?"

Hearing these words, Harry felt like his heart was about to jump out.

He turned to look at John, but saw that he was not afraid.

John smiled, as if he didn't hear the danger in Death's voice, "Of course I don't want to, but the Dark Lord's soul is more attractive than an ordinary soul."

He said calmly, "Voldemort's soul escaped death at the cost of many souls. In theory, he can live forever."

John stretched out a finger and shook it. "This is the rule. You can't interfere with the rule."

The god of death was silent because he could not actively kill people.

Just like the story of the three brothers, even when he was facing the three brothers, he never took direct action against them.

Instead, they await their own death.

Through the gift of items, the eldest brother became arrogant and warlike, and finally died from another wizard's throat slitting, and the second brother was forced to commit suicide by his indifferent loved one.

The third brother escaped death because of the invisibility cloak?

No, he has a humble heart.

If he used the invisibility cloak to provoke other wizards, he might also be stripped of his invisibility cloak and sent to the guillotine.

After all, there are ways to see through invisibility cloaks in the wizarding world. Dumbledore can see through them with his naked eyes.

Moody's magic eye can also see through it.

The third brother survived because he didn't cause trouble.

This is different from his two older brothers.

Death said coldly: "Even if that's the case, how long do you think he can live?"

"long time."

John said, "If you don't go through with this deal, I can assure you that he can live a long time."