The collection of stories about the poet Beedle records a story.
The legend of three brothers.
Once upon a time there were three brothers traveling at dawn along a lonely winding road.
The three brothers reached a river in time. It was a river so deep and fast that it was impossible to wade or swim across it.
However, these three brothers knew magic, and they built a bridge across the river with just a wave of their wands.
However, when they were halfway there, they found a hooded man blocking their way.
That person is Death.
Death spoke to them.
He was angry that he had been fooled by the three new victims, since travelers usually drowned in this river.
But Death is cunning.
He pretends to praise the magic of the three brothers, and for cleverly avoiding him, each will win a prize.
Among the three brothers, the eldest is a warlike man. He wants the most powerful wand in the world, a wand that is more powerful than any other wand and can win a duel.
So Death cut off the branches from the elder tree and made a wand for the boss. The wand was the Elder Wand.
The second of the three brothers was an arrogant man who wanted to humiliate Death, so he asked for the power to recall others from Death.
The God of Death picked up a stone from the river bank and gave it to Lao Er, telling him that this stone had the power to resurrect the dead.
That stone is the resurrection stone
When it comes to the last third child, the third child is a humble and smart man. He doesn't trust the God of Death and wants something that can go beyond the jurisdiction of the God of Death.
Death reluctantly gave him his invisibility cloak.
Elder Wand, Resurrection Stone, Invisibility Cloak.
These are the Three Deathly Hallows.
Later, the eldest son had his throat cut for showing off his strength, and the second son committed suicide in despair because he couldn't bear the indifference of calling back his lover.
Only the third child, relying on his invisibility cloak, lived to old age, and finally left the God of Death with relief.
The person in front of him said that he was the God of Death, and John was a little distracted.
"So I'm going to die?" Staring under the hood of Death, John wanted to see clearly.
The God of Death was in a good mood. He smiled and said, "Not bad."
"Okay, save someone and risk your life. I suddenly feel so stupid."
John was not a person who could accept death easily. He had just embarked on his journey to become the White Devil, and he didn't expect that he would be gone.
But even if he doesn't want to, he can't help it. Death is in front of him, and he has no power now.
So he acted very calmly, which surprised Death even more.
"Aren't you afraid of death?" Death asked.
John shrugged, spread his hands, and said nonchalantly: "Then what else do you think I can do, kill you and run away?"
He made no secret of his thoughts, because there was no point.
The god of death was startled, then let out a deep laugh.
"You are really interesting."
As if he found something interesting, the God of Death raised his hand, and John's soul that was about to disperse re-solidified.
John was stunned and looked at Death suspiciously.
The god of death plays with the taste: "There once was a person like you, who accepted death calmly."
"You haven't died yet. In fact, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here."
Death raised his hand, and John felt his body being pulled away by a force.
"The trance is where people wander. People who play with death cannot be tolerated. You helped me solve one. In return, I will send you back."
His vision went blank, and the white light stung his eyes, causing him to close them.
Opening his eyes again, John saw a face full of snot and tears, which almost fell on him.
"I go!"
One pushed Damo Alex away hard, and John was frightened and checked whether he was stuck.
His face was filled with disgust, as if he was not the one who had experienced life and death just now.
Damo Alex was already stunned. John was obviously not breathing just now. He didn't care about it and rushed towards John in ecstasy.
"Stop, I know you're excited, but don't get excited yet!"
John found it too dirty and quickly asked him to stop.
Alex stopped the car and John gave himself a thorough check.
"Really back?"
He was facing death a few seconds ago, and now he's back?
With 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 potion bottles on the floor, John smelled of potion every time he opened his mouth.
God knows how much magic potion Alex drank for himself, which made him feel bloated and wanted to vomit.
Looking up at Nagini, the beautiful woman was lying on the ground, her eyes full of surprise.
"I'm back, Nagini."
John greeted her easily: "Welcome back, too."
After putting Nagini's soul back, the sleeping beautiful woman let out a cry. After opening her eyes, she blinked uncomfortably.
Blinking, tears fell.
A smile appeared on her face, tears streaked down her beautiful face.
"Thank you, John."
...
Life is precious, love... love is also precious.
For the sake of freedom, can’t the three of them exist together?
As someone who almost died, John was filled with emotion.
Although there were a lot of twists and turns this time, fortunately, the final result was good.
It’s just that Nagini’s soul is incomplete and she can’t walk yet.
John made a wheelchair for her and asked her to take good care of her at Belby Manor.
He didn't know if the blood curse had a preservation function. When John asked, Nagini was old enough to be a grandmother, and she still looked like she was in her twenties.
If this function didn't turn into a snake, women in the magical world would be begging to be cursed.
After rubbing his shoulders, John asked Damo Alex to take care of Nagini and then prepared to go back to school.
Needless to say, Dharma Alex will take care of Nagini like a biological mother.
That's a blood curse.
The curse recognized by the magic world as unsolvable was broken by himself, and the second Merlin First Class Medal seemed to be waving to Damo Alex.
If you want to touch Nagini, even if you are Voldemort, Damo and Alex will dare to cast the death curse on each other.
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[Ding, complete the task and get any point +1]
[Soul Walker: Wandering in the realm of life and death, holding a death token can enter and exit the trance-like world]
John apparated back to Hogsmeade.
People left in the morning and it was close to sunset when they came back.
There was still time to hang out for a while, but it was a pity that John was not in the mood.
He went to Honeydukes Candy Store and bought a dozen pieces of chocolate. After eating the chocolates, his pale and bloodless face finally felt better.
His face was so frighteningly white just now that the landlady of Honeydukes Candy Shop almost thought he was a vampire.
"My hands are a bit unresponsive. Is it because of my weak soul?"
Looking at his right hand, he was shaking while holding the chocolate. John was helpless. It looked like he would be nursing it for a while.
After completing his daily spell at sunset, John returned to Hogwarts.
The trembling hand problem would not go away for a while, but fortunately John used his left hand to use the wand.
Returning to Hogwarts Castle, he dove into the common room.
He needs to have a good sleep, otherwise he will not be able to do it.
By the time John woke up, it was already past dinner time.
He made his way to the kitchen in no hurry, as the house elf was used to.
"Sir, what can I do for you?"
"Meat, preferably steak."
John waited for a while, and the house elf presented the steak as if it were a treasure.
He ate slowly, turning the steak in his stomach into strength.
However, as John savored it carefully, his expression changed from doubt to horror.
The steak was finished and he ordered an apple pie.
After taking a bite of apple pie, John's face turned pale.
He has no sense of taste.
When I was eating chocolate before, I was too anxious to notice this.
What he puts into his mouth now has nothing but texture.
It tastes like chewing wax.
After finishing the apple pie mechanically, John left with a pale face.
The cost of saving people this time was too high.
He sat in the common room for a long time before he accepted this.
"You are so cruel to make a foodie lose his sense of taste, God of Death."
John clenched his fists, an undercurrent surging in his eyes.
At this moment, an idea came into his mind. How about collecting the Deathly Hallows himself and catching the God of Death?
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