I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Death laughed and said, "You are just talking nonsense."

Voldemort will die and be defeated by another wizard because Dumbledore is there.

But John's next words shattered the smile of the Grim Reaper.

He stared at the god of death and said calmly: "I will help him, help him escape death and gain eternal life."

"John, you..." Harry couldn't believe it.

The next second, John stared at the Grim Reaper, adding another bomb to the persuasiveness of his words.

He said calmly, "I made the Philosopher's Stone."

This time, the train's speed reached its maximum.

The scenery outside also changed, from a blank space to a white mist with human-like figures flashing by at times.

Death remained silent.

Magic stone?

Is it the Philosopher's Stone from first grade?

Harry tried hard to read the expression on John's face, but he failed.

After a moment of silence, the Grim Reaper asked, "You can't make it at your current level."

"In the magical world, there is no shortage of miracles," John said disapprovingly.

Death seemed to be convinced, and he said, "No one ever threatens me."

John smiled calmly, "This is a deal, not a threat."

According to John, Voldemort's immortality is not impossible.

At the very least, Voldemort could easily live for hundreds of years.

With the Horcrux and the Philosopher's Stone, even the God of Death cannot get his soul.

This is something that the God of Death cannot allow.

For example, he once spent nearly a hundred years searching for the souls of the three brothers, and Voldemort was extremely important in his eyes.

"Well, for your wisdom and courage, I am willing to make this deal." Death stretched out his skeletal hand.

Just as he had complimented the three brothers before, he said respectfully: "As a condition, I need the soul of Tom Marvolo Riddle."

John held the hand and his smile turned a little weird.

He jokingly said: "Actually, I was just tricking you."

"Hmm?" Death asked in confusion.

John smiled meaningfully, "It turns out that even death cannot escape magic."

He hadn't been sure before, after all, Death had only touched him once.

But from the performance of the Grim Reaper, he was certain that the Grim Reaper could not kill Voldemort by external force.

The god of death cannot personally intervene in the world of the living.

This means that the god of death is still within the scope of magic and abides by the rules.

As long as it is within the scope of magic...

They held hands, and a golden thread emerged from the back of both hands and wrapped around them.

"What are you doing?" Death asked.

John smiled, "Have you forgotten? I am an alchemist."

"Of course, we need to find a qualified notary public."

Above the entangled golden threads, a tree-shaped pattern formed by circles and lines appeared on the backs of both parties' hands.

"Gate of Things?!"

The voice of the Grim Reaper changed.

"Unfortunately, my teacher is currently the administrator of the Gate of Things."

John smiled particularly brightly, "I will take your promise just now as an equivalent exchange on my own initiative."

The two men locked their hands tightly, and even the god of death seemed a little panicked at this moment.

The god of death who once played tricks on the three brothers was played tricks by a wizard today.

He had no intention of fulfilling his promise normally, just like the trap he set for the three brothers.

But now, he was outmaneuvered.

As the supreme secret of the alchemist, the Gate of Things, even the God of Death cannot break the rules of the transaction.

If you could see the face of the Grim Reaper, it would be very ugly.

John said, "I, John Wick, will trade Voldemort's soul for Heinrich Edgar's soul, in equal exchange, with the Gate of Things as the contract."

Two doors appeared above the two men's handshake, and his words became a contract, entwining their hands.

Harry's eyes widened, John actually wanted to exchange Heinrich's soul.

Could it be!

Are we going to revive him? !

He couldn't believe that magic couldn't bring the dead back to life.

Even first-year Hogwarts students know this.

"You actually know this ancient magic." This time, the Grim Reaper sighed from the bottom of his heart.

This is a very ancient magic that is basically unknown to anyone.

But John has the most powerful alchemist teacher in history.

He himself had been to the Gate of Things twice.

As John and Harry watched, Death nodded slowly.

The entangled contract in the hands of the two disappeared, and a roll of parchment appeared in front of them.

Death took the contract and stuffed it into his robes.

Just when Harry thought everything was over, Death sneered, "You are indeed a smart man, John Wick, but you forget that playing with death never ends well."

"Don't worry about that," John said calmly.

The train slowed down slowly, and Death stood up and waved his hand.

The train stopped at a foggy station and Death got off the train.

Outside the window was a foggy world, and Harry seemed to see a couple waving at him.

As he tried to see clearly, the train started moving again.

John's body, which had been tense, could finally relax.

His palms were covered in sweat. Even he could only pretend to remain calm when facing the legendary god of death.

The scenery outside became a familiar place, like the road they took to Hogwarts.

However, there were no more tracks ahead, only a dead end.

Harry screamed when he found out.

"Oh no, there's no way forward!"

The train was unmanned at all, and rushed towards a dead end.

Death will disgust them after leaving.

John shrugged and muttered, "Childish temper."

Holding Harry down, he pulled a black feather from his pocket and gave it to Harry, asking him to hold it.

The train was less than a kilometer away from the dead end, and it would only take a few seconds.

John wasn't nervous at all, in stark contrast to Harry.

As the train falls off a cliff, John reveals a locket from his collar.

When it was opened, there was a black stone inside.

He smiled, "Have a nice trip, Harry."

A white light occupied the pupil.

...

Chapter 377 I Touched the Taboo

The speed of time flowing in the hazy fantasy is different.

From the outside, it didn't seem like much time had passed.

John opened his eyes and nearly dropped his wand.

Voldemort on the opposite side had a livid look on his face, and something like debris seemed to be floating on his body.

Fairy music played, and John still controlled Harry with his right hand.

Harry also woke up from the trance, but he was still in a confused state.

John took a deep breath, communicated with the stars in the dome of the Ministry of Magic, and increased the infusion of magic power.

The huge magic power was like a dazzling rainbow light, smashing heavily towards the three people.

As the main carrier, John's body was under tremendous pressure.

But Voldemort is not much better.

"What are you going to do?" Voldemort looked at John unwillingly.

He couldn't let go, if he did, he would become the target of this huge magic power.

Plus with Dumbledore outside, there was no way he could escape.

John grinned and said, "Do what you didn't do."

The golden cup suspended beside him flew to his head and absorbed the huge amount of magic power.

John's eyes flashed with a dark aura, looking weird and terrifying.

"The stars illuminate the way home."

He suddenly raised his right hand and grabbed the golden cup. As the magic power poured out, golden sand flowed out of the golden cup as if it was overflowing.

The sand keeps falling and the surrounding environment changes.

The Ministry of Magic was receding from the scene at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The Hufflepuff gold cup that can hold everything. I have invested my time and soul in it and will use magic as a furnace to begin refining it!"

The Ravenclaw crown was placed on John's head, and hundreds of silver-white soul spheres flew out of the crown and fell into the golden cup.

"What on earth did he do? Why does he have so many souls?" Lupin exclaimed.

They could all see what was going on inside, and even more so, what John was doing.

He controls time and sacrifices souls.

"He is touching the taboo." Dumbledore could no longer wait.

Waving the Elder Wand, he tried to break the magical realm.

But John didn't stop yet.

After being infused with time and soul, the Hufflepuff gold cup became as bright as a little sun.

"Stop it, John!" Dumbledore shouted.

However, all the members of the Star Society who were knocked down by Dumbledore stood up at this moment.

"You..." Dumbledore was stunned and asked in a complicated manner, "Do you know what John Wick is doing?"