I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"what happened?"

"nothing."

Death did not continue.

Even if you have the Deathly Hallows, you shouldn't have the ability to make the iron tree bear fruit here.

John is very special, the most special person the Grim Reaper has ever seen.

Surpassing those powerful wizards he had taken away, this young wizard king had something special that even the god of death could not imagine.

This is why the Grim Reaper would maintain a friendly attitude towards someone who was once blacklisted.

Walk through this woods.

The mist and the snow continued to blow.

The world seems to be inseparable from these. There is cold wind and fog in every corner.

There are also rivers, and the flowing water there is like sharp knives that can crush people at any time.

There are many layers of ice on the ground.

When you step on it, you can feel it breaking.

The dead walked by trembling in fear.

The world of death is finally seen.

“It looks like a canyon.”

John looked at the world in surprise.

"Everyone can reach different places. Some are in hell, and some are in the underworld."

The god of death said calmly: "You are a living person, and the places you can reach are even more special."

"Here is a woman who entered the world of death just like you, but the difference is that she did it because of her father's betrayal."

"Then she is really pitiful." John said pitiful, but in fact he was indifferent.

He looked at the Grim Reaper and said, "You don't seem to be planning on doing anything to me."

"Because of the rules?"

The god of death cannot harm the living. The answer to this question was already given in the story of the three brothers.

John is still alive, even in the world of death, he has never died.

"You have a special power," said Death. "Very special."

That is the power of the Phoenix.

Able to come back to life from the dead.

John asked, "As the god of death, can you see death?"

Death shook his head: "Death is not as omnipotent as you think."

"This is a world of death. Death and souls are just common things here."

John nodded.

Just like wizards are like gods to ordinary people, but in the magical world, wizards are just ordinary residents.

John was skeptical of what Death said, but he did not question it out loud.

"You sent the dead, and this pleased Death, allowing you to stay here."

The Grim Reaper's hood was blown up, revealing a white skull face.

"Is there a God above you?" John listened to his words and looked thoughtful.

"Death is the true god, and we are merely his incarnations."

The Grim Reaper raised his hand and looked at the fleshless palm. He said, "As the incarnation of death, I am not sure if I have ever lived."

“Never having been born means never dying.” John originally wanted to settle accounts with the god of death, but seeing his current appearance, he decided not to bother.

It seems that even the god of death cannot escape some moments of confusion.

When Death heard this, he looked at John meaningfully, "You are the only one who is my friend."

"Friend?" John shook his head and laughed, "I never said that."

"Besides, didn't you have a friend before?"

"No," said Death, "if you mean Ignotus Peverell, I can only say that the story you are telling is a little off."

"The third of three brothers took off his invisibility cloak and, at the end of his life, greeted death like an old friend," John said. "I think the story I know isn't too wrong."

"It's true, but it's also wrong."

The wind kept blowing the Grim Reaper's hood, so he simply took it off.

"He was taken away by death, but not like a friend. In other words, when death comes to him, it is better to walk out on his own than to collapse."

Death said something unknown, "Death could not escape, and he found that the invisibility cloak began to embed itself into the flesh."

"He's going to become the god of death."

This is something that no one has ever known.

The humble third child.

When death came, he almost became the god of death.

The cloak was digging into his flesh, his skin was peeling away.

If you can't die, you will become the god of death.

The third brother also saw the tragic mission brought by the god of death. He chose to give up extraditing the dead forever and became the last person taken away by the god of death.

Only the god of death knows this secret.

John glanced at the Grim Reaper and said calmly, "Your ability to scare people seems a little clumsy."

Death laughed and said, "Okay, you see through it."

"I'll give you the chance to become the god of death, will you take it?"

"That's eternal life, but unfortunately I don't like eternal life."

John sneered and said, "You'd better leave it to the next unlucky person who comes in here to choose."

"You are very clever," said the Grim Reaper with admiration, "It would be a pleasure to be your friend."

"You can walk around here as you please. This is your right. But I need to remind you that death may come at any time."

Death walked into the fog.

John watched him leave, deciding to forget about making friends with Death.

This guy always likes to cheat people.

As someone who had been cheated, if John hadn't seen his good attitude, a fight would have started right now.

I just don’t know how far away I am from death.

With the power brought by extraditing the undead, John felt that it was not impossible to give it a try.

As he stepped forward, the invisibility cloak on his body turned into a black cape in the world of death.

John took off his hood and walked forward.

In this canyon-like place, the fog began to become thinner after walking a distance forward.

And in John's sight, a person appeared.

...

Chapter 838 Mysterious Woman

One person, one woman.

John remembered the words of Death, a woman banished by her father.

The woman saw him too.

It seemed that he had not expected that there would be someone else here besides himself.

"A new Grim Reaper?"

The woman looked bored and she was sitting on a rock.

She was wearing black clothes that highlighted her good figure.

Black hair, fair skin.

She has three-dimensional facial features, and I don’t know if it’s because of insomnia or smoky makeup, but there is black around her eyes.

The woman just glanced at John and threw a small stone away.

The stone struck another stone and rolled to John's feet.

John picked up the stone. It was black.

"Hello."

John greeted the woman.

The woman noticed John's clothes, but then she saw his appearance.

"Are you alive?"

As if she had discovered something magical, the woman jumped down from the big rock.

She walked towards John on her long legs.

The girl was not short, but rather tall. She raised a finger and lifted John's chin.

He came closer and sniffed the scent of life on John.

"Where are you from, boy."

"To be precise, I'm no longer a boy." John calmly detached himself from the finger and looked around. "Are you the one who was betrayed by my father?"

“Betrayed by your father? Haha, you used a good description,” the woman laughed, “I’m not going to kill you.”

It seems that the woman wanted to kill someone before.

"Thank you very much." John shook his head in amusement.

"I think you need a chair."

John waved his hand and the stone turned into a chair and fell down.

After seeing this, the woman revealed John's identity.

"wizard."

"Obviously." John shrugged and conjured a chair for himself.

The woman sat opposite John, and it seemed that she hadn't had anyone to talk to for a long time.

They started chatting.

John was curious about how long the woman had been here.

But the woman told John that she had been here for thousands of years.

Her father was a warlike monarch, but one day, her warlike monarch suddenly began to show mercy and even gave up the territory he had worked so hard to gain.

As my father's first child, I have always fought for him and never missed a single battle.

But she found it hard to accept her father's transformation.

So he protested and parted ways with his father.

But the father thought his daughter was too cruel, so he sent out troops and even exiled her himself.

"He is barbaric, and he is also civilized and kind." The woman said, with hatred in her eyes.

As John listened to the story, he looked at the woman with pity.