Hogwarts Everything is Three

In Diagon Alley, Helbo sat opposite Alan, squeezing his hands on the cobra-shaped cane.

Allen’s back was straight, facing the faint pressure from the other party, his back was tight, and he felt the blood flow squeezed, and his mind was a little dizzy, although Luna told herself that this was just a **** of death. The incarnation of true power is not that the presence of the body does not constitute a real threat to them, but as a mortal, he can still feel the suppression of the true **** identity revealed by the opponent.

"Do you want something?" In front of an incarnation of a true god, trying to hide his vigilance and discomfort, Allen pushed the menu on the stall in the direction of Haierbo.

At this time, the pressure that the other party put on Alan is different from seeing the death **** in the underworld that he entered behind the curtain. The death **** he saw at the beginning can hardly look directly at him. Just getting closer seems to make him suffocate. It would make Allen's whole body hair stand up, and every cell clamored to warn the wizard opposite to the danger, but Allen still managed to make his actions seem normal.

Helbo's gaze stayed on the brownie cake that was left in Allen's hands, and his hoarse voice was unwavering: "Ευχαριστ? (Thank you in Greek).

"Two brownies, thank you." Allen waved to the clerk and directed the circled menu to fly over.

The clerk quickly sent two chocolate brownie cakes filled with walnuts and almonds. The difference in strength was too great. He could not perceive the existence of Haierbo at all. The relaxed and freehand clerk was also a little happy. "It's an honor. Mr. Alan Harris can like our cake."

Haierbo ignored the fork placed on the side of the cake and directly picked up the cake with his hands. Because he did not control the strength, his fingers broke through the crispy surface of the surface to the fluffy part, pinching the cake into shape. Inconsistent with the well-dressed appearance, Helbo bit off a piece rudely, and he was shocked with a mouthful of cake. He hadn't eaten any food for two thousand years and he suddenly forgot how to eat and paused. Dayton just remembered that he should continue to chew.

After completely swallowing the cake in his mouth, Helbo wiped his fingers covered with chocolate on the tablecloth: "It's not like baklava (Greek cut cake)."

Allen put down the fork and adjusted a posture that made him look more relaxed. He leaned against the back of the chair, and his back touched the object, which also supported his stressed body.

"That's not the power that mortals should control." Helbo's crutch pointed in the direction of the temple.

"You used to be a mortal." Allen didn't like Helbo's tone. The superior tone revealed the other party's contempt. Since the past few years, he has mastered the secret arts and obscure knowledge. It has been a long time since this experience of not being taken seriously.

"I'once' was a mortal-you should advise the false **** who is following us in the temple, and don't try to gain faith by deception." Haierbo was calm and not nearly ironic for Alan. Moved by the tone of "All mortals are mortal. Death is a part of the life cycle. It is not an end, but another beginning; it is not a punishment, but an indispensable necessity in life."

Helbo speaks to himself like this. If Alan hadn’t gotten the Netherscroll information from Luna, it’s really not easy to understand what he’s talking about. It’s just that the feeling of being ignored by the other party makes Alan even more annoyed. , This helped him to relax when facing the oppression of the opponent, his body leaned forward slightly, and asked, "Don’t you also obtain the priesthood through a similar method? Speaking of, we are just trying to avoid letting you absorb your soul. That's it."

Allen’s behavior of devouring the souls of the dead to increase his strength was exposed. Haierbo’s emotions still did not produce any waves. He was only calmly trying to guide Alan back to the correct path he believed to be: "Mortal, if you and that The false gods try to avoid death for this reason. I have corrected this mistake caused by my mortal nature. Death is just another way of being. Mortals’ fear of death is only because of ignorance, and living will encounter more than death. Bad thing."

Facing Helbo’s guidance, although Alan was a little puzzled that the other party seemed to say that he had not continued to greedily absorb the souls of the dead, and seemed to be just trying to complete the priestly work, what happened last year after he was drawn into the curtain by the other party He refused: "I think my own destiny is better controlled by myself, rather than relying on whether you will make a mistake."

When Allen's voice fell, he couldn't help but leaned on the back of his chair. The pressure caused by the gap between the power of the true **** and his mortal identity suddenly revealed by Haierbo made Allen nervous. The feeling of suffocation as if falling into the deep sea tightly binds Allen, and the feeling of oppression is like a pair of giant hands formed by death, ruthlessly squeezing and kneading the air around Allen, leaving no gaps— But unlike the first time he met each other behind the drapery, this time relying on the power brought to him by reading the Nether scroll, he himself expelled the darkness of death with the aroma of nuts and chocolate on the brownie cake. The air soon refilled his lungs.

"Nether's Scroll is not a power you should master. Netheril’s arcanists have no restrictions on research, and the ban from the gods dared to break through, trying to steal the power that should not be held, and the whole world was almost destroyed. "The **** of death also seemed to realize that the power of his mortal incarnation had no effect on the little wizard in front of him. He still looked at Ellen blankly, as if he had done nothing just now, "As long as the false **** Give up her plan, and you will no longer continue to practice knowledge that shouldn't exist in the mortal world. I can ignore your stupid act of trying to live forever in the mortal world."

At this time, the village of Hogsmeade.

Bayer waved his arm gently, as if to wipe the life of the wizard in this village was as easy as blowing a piece of smoke. The wings of a fire dragon on his back vibrated lightly, and he gradually flew upwards, wrapped around its waist with a wailing human head and opened his mouth. The hollow skull eyes made the people's hearts hairy and their backs chilled.

Hearing Bayer's words, the wizards present who lost their ability to move seemed to see their future from these skeletons ~www.ltnovel.com~, and despair filled the sky above Hogsmeade.

A strange and special tone came from Bayer’s mouth, and the sky slowly began to spread red light, countless red ray-like rays of light swayed wantonly, and the light slowly spread out, like countless fireballs about to gather in the air. Similarly, bright red occupied the entire sky.

The gusty wind rustled the thatched roofs on both sides of Hogsmeade Street. Even with magical reinforcement, part of the roof was overturned by the gusty wind. The wizard who was stunned in place was swayed by the wind, Hermione's disheveled hair was blown back by the oncoming wind, and her eyes could not be opened.

"No... he is calling a meteor... This is a meteor burst! Even a small piece of the meteorite falling down is enough to destroy us all..." At the entrance of the three broomsticks bar, an old wizard covered in scars was horrified. Pointing to the abnormal situation in the sky, he howled desperately-he just tried in vain again to use the Floo powder and wanted to escape with the fireplace. After finding that the connection between the Floo network was also disturbed, he decided to venture out of the tavern and escape. This scene before me.

The sky is red, and the red is getting thicker and heavier, as if to press the entire Hogsmeade to the ground. Upon hearing the words of the old wizard, the wizards fled around in panic, wanting to rush out. Phantom shift range.

A horrible gust of wind continued to pour in from the ears. Amidst the screams of panic and the roar of the wind, the old wizard collapsed on the ground, holding the iron wine bottle, and trembling hands unplugged the stopper to remove the only liquid remaining inside. All poured down and whimpered: "It's too late..."

Then, the air in Hogsmeade, drowned in despair and screams, suddenly fell silent.