Godric's Hollow, the backyard of the church, which is the local cemetery. Countless tombstones stand staggered on a piece of gentle grass, surrounded by bright red roses, like a gorgeous elf, fiery and eye-catching.
In the tomb forest, a tall and eye-catching stone monument was erected at the highest point. No other monument around it dared to accompany it. It was alone, but the roses there bloomed the most gorgeously, and there was even magic to keep them alive, so that the roses would not wither in all seasons.
This is the thirteenth gate of the Curtain. When Bree stepped in front of the tombstone, a strong magic power sealed the place instantly.
Black mist descended, and the surrounding tombstones dissipated, leaving only the roses blooming in the darkness. Enchanting and full of weird atmosphere.
And the huge tombstone turned into a curtain door with twisted black light. To darkness, death, loneliness.
Bree felt Tom's breath. It turns out that the roses here are the barrier that blocks the thirteenth gate.
"Tom." Bree stepped into it. He didn't believe that the so-called curtain really belonged to the God of Death.
There is no God in this world anymore. Penetrating the veil without resistance. A force of death rushed towards Bree, but was blocked by him, preventing them from causing harm to Bree.
Bree looked around and saw a dark, scorched land. The ground was covered with traces of flames, and at the very center, there was a twisted space crack that was so small that not even a person could pass through it.
But there was a figure sitting in front of the crack, sitting quietly.
"Hoo!" the wind shouted. No, it's the sound of a wandering soul. The sky in this world is pitch black, and the surroundings are pitch black. Only the souls wandering in this world are shimmering.
The brightest place is in the crack, because the soul of this world is constantly absorbed by the crack and turned into its own power.
Bree noticed that with every soul absorbed, the crack slightly expanded.
"Tom..." Bree stared at the man in front of her. He just sat quietly, with his back to Bree, looking at the crack, not moving an inch.
There was an ancient magic circle on the ground, which seemed to tie him to the rift.
"Whoosh!" A magic hit Brie from the side.
"Da..." A person came out. Voldemort? No, it's Tom. However, the aura on Tom's body was very strange at this time.
"Your talent is amazing, Mr. Ode." The man sitting quietly made a voice that was familiar to Bree.
It's Slytherin. And Tom walked to his side and stood silently.
"You rewrote the house elves' magic. It's very interesting. Even I neglected this power." Slytherin did something to Tom.
In other words, he wanted to replace Voldemort.
"You can take him away, but what can you give in exchange?" In an instant, following Slytherin's words, countless roses and thorns surged out of the ground, and the densely packed souls in the sky let out bone-chilling shocks. roared.
The soul thorned by the rose seemed to have absorbed its power, became lifeless, and drifted toward the crack sluggishly.
Bree felt murderous. Sure enough, in an instant, a strong blue flame spewed out from the crack.
Transformed into long snakes and rushed towards Bree. The traces they scratched brought countless burns to the ground.
Brie said indifferently: "Do you all like to have a fight first when we meet, Your Excellency?" A giant green snake rose from behind Brie, carrying endless natural magic power and rushing towards the long flame snakes.
As the green snakes surged up, the ground began to glow with green, and grass began to grow on the ground, covering up the traces of burning.
The long flame snakes also slowly retreated under the attack of the green snake.
"It's a very powerful magic. It's a pity... it's a pity that you appeared too late. It would have been better if it had been a thousand years ago." Slytherin just tested Bree and had no intention of continuing to fight.
He waved Tom towards Bree. Tom also fainted. Bree destroyed Tom's body with one hand, leaving only his soul.
"Very cautious, haha." Brie looked at Tom's soul and found nothing else, so she put it away with confidence.
"Where is Sirius Black?" Bree asked in a deep voice. He was not sure whether Sirius had been absorbed by the rift.
"He, huh, is a rebellious child." Slytherin was happy to talk to Bree. After all, Bree's image suited him very well, and it was much better than Gryffindor who bothered him from time to time.
"If the body enters the curtain, a person can live for a while longer." Slytherin waved, and a chaotic soul floated from the distance. Sirius's whole body was infected by the death energy of the curtain, and only his soul was left. , the physical body has been broken and disappeared.
"Take it if you want. I'm not short of one or two souls." Bree frowned slightly after listening to Slytherin's words. If not one or two souls are missing, that's a lot worse... Bree raised her eyes and looked Go, there are too many souls in the sky. Even if they are constantly consumed by the cracks, they are boundless and are still increasing.
Not just the thirteenth gate?
"You're wondering about the existence of this place, right?" Slytherin interrupted Bree's thoughts.
"Naturally? It's very strange here."
"Hahaha, the souls of all people who die in our world will only go to two places in the end. One is the source of the world, and the other is this, the world of the God of Death."
"This is where the cracks in our world are, but there are many places like this." Slytherin stretched out his hand and pointed at the cracks.
"There were many gods in this world, and they maintained the order of the world. But one day, they left. This is the trace of their departure."
"How many such cracks are there?" Brie couldn't help asking. He felt that this rift would drain the power of the world.
Because the soul is one of the sources of power in the world, if all the souls in this world are absorbed by the cracks, wouldn't it become a world of death?
"Many, unclear. I can only say that as many gods left as there were, there were as many cracks. They are distributed all over the world." The cracks... The death energy here felt familiar to Bree.
The hometown of the ancient tree elves! That abyss of death! There is also the big stump of the ancient elf tree in the Scottish Highlands, which is also filled with the same death atmosphere.
Are there any cracks in these places?
"It seems that you have been exposed to a lot of things, so what do you think?" Slytherin asked Bree.
"what do you mean?"
"Haha, of course it's my view of the world. You must also be wondering why the world is like a straight line and the future seems to be fixed."
"Time is a straight line, this is indeed my doubt." Because such a world is monotonous, and it feels like no matter how much you do, nothing can be changed in the end.
"It seems you don't understand this matter." Slytherin's voice became sad.
"The world is already at the end of time and space. Thousands of previously intersecting and uncertain lines have also been intertwined and formed an endpoint, so it is approximately a straight line. We cannot change the future because there is no future."
"This is the truth of this world. This is why the time turner is like scrap metal. We can't change anything." The end of the world?
Bree was stunned. He couldn't believe that the world had come to an end.
"How are you so sure?" Brie asked involuntarily.
"Haha." Seemingly anticipating Bree's remarks, Slytherin explained: "Because we discovered this problem thousands of years ago, time has become more and more silent."
"Ravenclaw is the most calm and collected among us, but she seems so crazy in the face of the silence of time."
"Have you seen the death of Ravenclaw in history?" Slytherin asked Bree. Brie remembers.
"Ravenclaw died of excessive sadness because his daughter left." Of course, this is just history.
"Yes, Ravenclaw was sad, but that was not the reason for her death. After all, who would believe that a great wizard would die sadly? The great wizard's heart is firm and persistent in his beliefs." Yes, great wizard. In the heart of wizards, faith is everything to them. Ravenclaw is a witch who pursues supreme wisdom. How could she die of sadness because of emotion? This is ridiculous.
"Let me tell you, because all answers are in the past, but because of the silence of time, no one can change the past and thus the future."
"Ravenclaw's diadem is made of the mother stone of the Time Stone. She used the diadem to go back to the past and reverse the decline of the world, but she failed. The power of time left her with indelible wounds, and she could only die. .”
"But she also succeeded. She returned to the beginning of Hogwarts. Although it was only a few years back, it also gave her hope, even if it was so small that both Gryffindor and I thought it was impossible to return. Achieved."
"Gryffindor and I both believe that instead of changing the past, it is better to race against time to change the future... However, we failed. No matter how many wars in Europe, we could not give the world a chance to turn around. Instead, it became more and more declining. .”
"We have all failed, we have all failed, this world is over..."
"What about Hufflepuff?" Bree couldn't help interrupting Slytherin's dejected soliloquy.
"Hufflepuff?"
"Hahaha, she is an innocent woman, even though her perseverance is admirable... Hum... Haha, she is still looking forward to God's help, but there is no God in this world. Even if she talks to God again, So what."
"Thousands of years ago, that was just God's last look back at the world." Finding that Daubrey was silent, Slytherin asked one last question.
"If there is no hope in this world, then will you choose to leave like God?" Brie remained silent.
"Even if it means leaving the place where I was raised?" Brie asked himself. He was very serious about this question.
"I will leave, but that is based on the situation that this world cannot give me any hope."
"Hahaha, that's a good answer. I admire you very much, Mr. Ode." Slytherin laughed heartily, but Bree could hear the sadness.
"I know your choice. We are not the same person yet, and you have not experienced despair yet."
"Let's go." A door appeared beside Bri. Bri silently glanced at the man sitting quietly in front of the crack, and finally stepped into it.
Suddenly, Bree returned to the cemetery full of roses. The huge tombstone reads - The World.
"Let's go." Bree's mood was very complicated, just like when Dumbledore said about the contradiction between Muggles and wizards in this world.
"Are you going to be the savior again, Mr. Ode?" Bree laughed at himself. But this world is really beautiful.
...On the other side, the owl flew to Blake's old house with a locket. At this time, white candles were lit in the old house.
There were wizards with sad faces standing around. Harry wore black wizard robes and a white flower on his chest.
Lupine comforted him: "We can't change the past, so let's look forward. At least Voldemort is dead." Harry's green eyes were filled with mist, he pursed his lips and clenched his palms.
"I'm going out for a while, Professor Lupin." Harry touched the corners of his eyes, silently walked to the back garden and sat on a chair nearby.
On his wrist, there is a time turner tied to it, but it is damaged and there is no sand of time.
"It would be great if you could help me reverse time."
"So what if Voldemort is dead, but can Sirius come back? Can my father and mother come back?" Time reversal... Harry looked at the time turner in his hand, and a desire was born in his heart.
"Hiss..." I have a headache. Harry covered his head, a dark light flashing in his eyes. But at this time, a surprising voice came out.
"Harry, Harry, come on, Sirius is back, Sirius is back!" Lupine shouted in surprise.
"Sirius!" Harry was stunned, his expression returned to normal, he stood up hurriedly and surprised, and ran towards the hall.
There was a commotion in the hall, all because of a locket. Dumbledore also participated in the funeral. He was holding the locket and looking at the soul inside and said: "There is nothing wrong with Sirius' soul, but we have to find a way to create a body for him." Dumbledore Lido covered one of the vials because there was some red powder in the vial.
Dumbledore was familiar with it, it was the Philosopher's Stone! Dumbledore had been looking for the magic stone that disappeared in Bree's first grade for a long time, but he didn't expect it to be in Bree's possession.
The magic stone is necessary for making a body. Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and smiled helplessly.
"Lupin, I think we need Regulus's help. Although he has become an Inferi, after being nurtured by the natural magic of these years, he already has a human aura." Regulus is Sirius's younger brother. , after turning into an Inferi, he stayed in the Lake of Inferi inside the seaside reef, and was later taken out by Dumbledore. At that time, Dumbledore was plotted by Voldemort and was injured.
Now that Sirius is going to be resurrected, he can only rely on his brother's bloodline to make his body fit better.
...On the other hand, Bree also started to resurrect Tom. Compared to Sirius, Tom's was simpler.
Bree dripped her own blood into the boiling cauldron, then dropped Tom's sleeping soul into it.
Soon, under the power of the contract, Tom's physical body began to condense. This is a contract between house elves. As long as the master does not die, the master can use his own blood to resurrect the servant into a spirit.
"Dear Master, Tom is back again, haha." Tom sat naked in the crucible, chuckled, and looked at Bree lazily.
He knew he could come back, so he wasn't afraid of the curtain at all. Seeing his appearance, Bree said calmly: "Don't do anything unexpected. I don't want to fish you out of the mud next time." Mud... swamp... Slytherin .
Tom couldn't help but smile when he heard this.
"I'll just stay quietly next to you and just watch you." There was Slytherin in the curtain, which really surprised Tom. He didn't want to cause trouble to Bree.
