Chapter 138 The Legend of the Three Brothers and the Grim Reaper
There is a story recorded in the collection of stories of the poet Beedou.
The legend of the three brothers.
Once upon a time there were three brothers who traveled along a lonely winding road at dawn.
The three brothers reached a river in time, a river so deep and so swift that they could neither wade nor swim.
However, the three brothers have magic, and they just waved their wands to create a bridge across the river.
However, when they were halfway there, they found a hooded figure blocking their way.
That person is Death.
Death spoke to them.
He was angry that he had been fooled by these three new victims, for travelers usually drowned in this river.
But death is cunning.
He pretended to praise the magic of the three brothers, and each was to win a prize for cleverly avoiding him.
Among the three brothers, the eldest is a warlike man. He asked for the most powerful wand in the world, stronger than any wand, and able to win a duel.
So Death cut off branches from the elder tree, made a wand and gave it to the eldest, and that wand was the Elder Wand.
Of the three brothers, the second was an arrogant man who wanted to humiliate the god of death, so he demanded the power to recall others from the god of death.
The god of death picked up a stone from the river bank and gave it to the second child, telling him that this stone has the power to bring the dead back to life.
That stone is the resurrection stone
At the end of the third child, the third child is a humble and smart person. He doesn't trust the god of death, so he asks for something that can go beyond the jurisdiction of the god of death.
Reaper reluctantly gave him his invisibility cloak.
Elder Wand, Resurrection Stone, Invisibility Cloak.
This is the Deathly Hallows.
Later, the eldest brother had his throat cut for showing off his strength, and the second child committed suicide in despair because he couldn't stand the indifference of recalling his lover.
Only the third child, relying on the invisibility cloak, he lived to old age, and finally left with the god of death in relief.
The person in front of him said that he was the god of death, and John was a little lost.
"So I'm dying?" John stared under the hood of Death, trying to see clearly.
Death was in a good mood, he smiled and said, "Not bad."
"Okay, saving someone's life, I suddenly feel so stupid."
John is not a person who can easily accept death. He just stepped out of the road of the White Demon King, but he didn't expect that he would die.
But even if he doesn't want to, there's nothing he can do. The god of death is in front of him, and he has no power now.
So he acted calmly, which made Death even more surprised.
"Aren't you afraid of death?" Death asked.
John shrugged, spread his hands, and said indifferently: "Then what else do you think I can do, kill you and run away?"
He made no secret of what he thought, because it didn't make sense.
Death was startled, and then let out a low laugh.
"You really are funny."
As if finding something fun, the god of death raised his hand, and John's soul that was about to disperse condensed again.
John froze for a moment, then looked at Death suspiciously.
The god of death played with taste: "There was once a person like you who accepted death frankly."
"You are not yet ready to die. In fact, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here."
Reaper raised his hand, and John felt his body being pulled away from here by a force.
"The Misty Illusion is where wandering people are. People who play with death are intolerable. You helped me solve one. As a reward, I will send you back."
His eyes became blank, and the white light hurt his eyes, making him close them.
Opening his eyes again, John saw a face full of snot and tears, and even almost fell on himself.
"I go!"
One pushed Dharma Alex away hard, and John, terrified, checked himself to see if he was glued.
His face was full of disgust, as if he wasn't the one who experienced life and death just now.
Dharma Alex was already stunned. John was obviously not breathing just now, so he rushed towards John in ecstasy without thinking about it.
"Stop, I know you're excited, but don't be excited yet!"
John thought it was too dirty, so he hurriedly told him to stop.
Dharma Alex pulled to the brakes, and John gave himself a full check.
"Really back?"
He was still facing the god of death a few seconds ago, and now he is back?
Some hesitation, he reluctantly slapped his handsome face.
John gasped, his cheeks swollen.
"It seems to be true."
After confirming that it was true, he breathed a sigh of relief and began to feel the pain in his body.
Glancing at the medicine bottle, John smelled of potion every time he opened his mouth.
God knows how many potions Dharma Alex drank for himself, which made him feel bloated and wanted to vomit.
Looking up at where Nagini was, the beautiful woman was lying on the ground, the eyes of the soul were full of surprises.
"I'm back, Nagini."
John greeted her easily: "You are welcome back, too."
Putting Nagini's soul back, the sleeping beautiful woman let out a groan, and when she opened her eyes, she blinked uncomfortably.
Blinking and blinking, tears came down.
A smile appeared on her face, and tears ran across her beautiful face.
"Thank you, John."
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Life is precious, love... love is also precious.
If it's for freedom, can't we have all three together?
As a person who almost died, John was filled with emotion.
Although there were many twists and turns this time, fortunately, the final result was good.
That is, Nagini's soul is disabled and he cannot walk yet.
John made her a wheelchair, and she was raised at Belby Manor.
I don't know if the Blood Curse has the function of preserving freshness. John asked, Nagini is a person who can be a grandmother, and she still looks like she is in her 20s.
If this function hadn't turned into a snake, it is estimated that women in the magic world would be cursed.
Rubbing his shoulders, John was ready to go back to school after asking Damo Alex to take care of Nagini.
Needless to say to John, Dharma Alex will also take care of Nagini as his biological mother.
That's a blood curse.
The curse that was recognized by the magic world as unsolvable was unraveled by himself, and the second Merlin First Class Medal seemed to be beckoning to Dharma Alex.
If you want to move Nagini, even if you are Voldemort, Dharma Alex dares to use the death curse.
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[Ding, complete the task, get any point +1]
[Soul Walker: Wandering in the realm of life and death, you can enter and leave the illusion with death tokens]
John is apparated back to Hogsmeade.
People leave in the morning, and it is close to sunset when they come back.
There is still time to hang out for a while, but it's a pity that John is not in the mood.
He went to Honeydukes and bought a dozen bars of chocolate. After eating the chocolate, his pale face seemed to heal a bit.
His face was so terribly pale just now that the wife at Honeydukes almost thought he was a vampire.
"Hands don't work, is it because of the weakness of the soul?"
Looking at his right hand, which was trembling even holding the chocolate, John was helpless, and it seemed that he would have to raise it for a while.
Finishing the daily spell at sunset, John returns to Hogwarts.
The hand tremor won't get better for a while, but fortunately John uses his wand with his left hand.
Back at Hogwarts Castle, he plunged into the lounge.
He needs to get a good night's sleep, and he will die if he doesn't sleep.
By the time John woke up, it was past dinner time.
He headed for the kitchen without hurry, the house-elves were used to it.
"Sir, what can I do for you?"
"Meat, preferably steak."
John waited a while, and the house-elf offered him the steak.
He ate slowly, turning the steak in his stomach into strength.
However, John savored it carefully, and his expression changed from doubt to panic.
One steak was eaten, and he ordered another apple pie.
After taking a bite of the apple pie, John was ashamed.
He has no sense of taste.
When I ate chocolate before, I didn't realize this because I was too anxious.
What he puts into his mouth now has nothing but taste.
The taste is like chewing wax.
After eating the apple pie mechanically, John left with a ashamed face.
The cost of saving lives was too high.
He sat in the common room for a long time before accepting this.
"Let a foodie lose his sense of taste, God of Death, you are really ruthless."
John clenched his fists, his eyes smoldering.
At this moment, an idea popped up in his mind, how about collecting the Deathly Hallows himself and arresting the God of Death to beat him?
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