I wield a sword at Hogwarts

"What's wrong?"

"nothing."

Death did not continue.

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

John was special, the most special person Death had ever seen.

Surpassing the powerful wizards who were taken away by him, this young Witch King was special in a way that even the God of Death could not imagine.

This is also why the God of Death maintains a friendly attitude toward a person who was once on the blacklist.

Walk through the woods.

Those fogs and blizzards continued to blow.

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

There are also rivers, where there are sharp knives in the water flowing there, which 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 shivering undead passed by.

The world of death is finally seen.

"It looks like a canyon."

John looked at the world in surprise.

"The places everyone can reach are different. 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."

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

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

He looked at the God of Death and said, "You seem to have no intention of doing anything to me."

"Is it because of the rules?"

The god of death cannot take action on living people. The answer to this 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," Death said, "very special."

That's the power of the Phoenix.

Able to rise from the dead.

John asked, "As the Grim Reaper, can you see death?"

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

"This is a world of death. Death and souls are just ordinary existences here."

John nodded.

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

John remained suspicious of Death's words, but he did not question it.

"You send the undead, and this pleases Death, allowing you to linger here."

Death's hood was blown up, revealing a white skull face.

"Is there a God above you?" John looked thoughtful after listening to his words.

"Death is the true god, and we are but its incarnations."

The God of Death raised his hand, looked at the fleshless palm, and said: "As the incarnation of death, I am not sure whether I have lived."

"Having never been born means that you will never die." John originally wanted to settle accounts with the God of Death, but looking at his current appearance, he didn't care anymore.

It seems that even the God of Death cannot escape some confused moments.

Death heard this and looked at John meaningfully, "You are the only person who has become my friend."

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

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

Death said: "No, if you are talking about Ignotus Peverell, I can only say that there are some deviations in the stories you are spreading."

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

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

The wind kept blowing the God of Death's hood, so he simply took it off.

"He was taken away by death, but not like a friend. In other words, death came to the door. Rather than collapse, it is better to walk out on one's own."

The God of Death told an unknown thing, "Death cannot escape, and he discovered that the cloak of invisibility began to embed itself in the flesh."

"He's going to become the Grim Reaper."

This is something no one has ever known.

The humble third child.

When death came, he almost became the Grim Reaper.

The cloak embedded itself in flesh, and his skin was being stripped away.

If you cannot die, you will become a god of death.

The third child also saw the sad mission brought by the God of Death. He chose to give up forever extraditing the undead and became the last person taken away by the God of Death.

Only the God of Death knows this secret.

John glanced at the God of Death and said calmly: "Your ability to scare people seems a bit clumsy."

The God of Death laughed and said, "Okay, you saw through it."

"If I 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: "You should leave it to the next unlucky guy who enters here to choose."

"You are very smart," Death sighed, "It would be a pleasure to be friends with you."

"You can walk here as you like. This is your right. I need to remind you that death may appear at any time."

Death walked into the fog.

John watched him leave, forgetting being friends with Death.

This guy always likes to trick people.

As someone who had been cheated before, if John hadn't seen him have a good attitude, he would probably have started a fight by now.

I just don't know how far apart I am from the God of Death.

With the power brought by extraditing the undead, John felt that a break of arms was not impossible.

Stepping forward, the invisibility cloak on his body turned into a black cloak in the world of death.

John took off his hood and walked forward.

In this place that looks like a canyon, after walking some distance ahead, the fog begins to thin.

And in John's sight, a person appeared.

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Chapter 838 Mysterious Woman

A person, a woman.

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

The woman saw him too.

It seemed that he didn't expect that anyone besides himself would appear here.

"The new Shinigami?"

The woman looked bored and sat on a rock.

Wearing black clothes, she outlines her good figure.

Black hair, fair skin.

She has three-dimensional facial features. I don’t know if it’s due to insomnia or smoky makeup. There is black around her eyes.

The woman just looked at John and threw a small stone.

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

John picked up the stone. It was very dark.

"Hello."

John greets the woman.

The woman noticed John's clothes, but also his appearance.

"Are you alive?"

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

She walked towards John with long legs.

The girl was not short and had a tall figure. She stretched out a finger to lift John's chin.

He leaned over and smelled the scent of life on John's body.

"Where did you come from, boy."

"To be precise, I am no longer a boy." John calmly took off the finger and looked around, "Are you the one who was betrayed by your father?"

"Betrayed by your father? Haha, you used a good description," the woman laughed, "I'm not going to kill you anymore."

It seemed that the woman had wanted to kill someone before.

"Thank you very much." John shook his head amusedly.

"I think you need a chair."

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

After the woman saw it, she revealed John's identity.

"wizard."

"Obviously." John shrugged and conjured a chair for himself to sit on.

The woman sat opposite John, as if she had no one to talk to for a long time.

They chatted.

John was curious how long the woman had been here.

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 talk about kindness and even gave up the hard-won territory.

As his father's first child, he has always fought for him and never failed in every battle.

But her father's change was difficult for her to accept.

So he protested and parted ways with his father.

But the father felt that his daughter was too cruel, so he sent the army and even exiled her himself.

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

As John listened to the story, he cast a look of pity on the woman.