grim Reaper?
Unfamiliar words exploded in Harry's mind.
"You're greedy, John Wick."
The God of Death laughed deeply, "It is not a smart idea to negotiate terms with the God of Death."
"I am an alchemist," John leaned back in his chair and smiled. "Equivalent exchange is an unchanging theorem of alchemy."
Alchemists are far more persistent than merchants.
"You are indeed very interesting, John Wick." Death raised his hand, revealing the skeletal fingers under the robe.
Harry's body was cold and he held the child stiffly.
"Those who play with death will not be tolerated." John said something like a poem.
He looked at the child in Harry's arms and said, "You said this the last time we met."
"You want to use this as a trade?" Death said with interest, "This soul is very weak."
John shook his head and said, "Tom Marvolo Riddle."
Upon hearing Voldemort's name, Death stared at the child.
The child cowered in Harry's arms.
"You like to control the fate of powerful people."
A strange look flashed in John's eyes, and he said: "The bellicose boss, the arrogant second child, and the humble third child."
"The legend of the three brothers." Harry suddenly recalled the story.
Hermione pulled him to read this story when Dumbledore's Army gathered.
It just so happened that he remembered this.
Somehow, he felt that this story had some relevance to him.
"Tom Riddle played with death, and his soul should be your favorite."
After John finished speaking, he looked at Death.
The God of Death turned his gaze back from the child. His face couldn't be seen clearly through his hood, so he didn't know what his expression was. He said, "What do you want?"
He showed interest in Voldemort's soul.
John's palms were slightly sweaty, his eyes looked straight at the God of Death, and he said word by word: "Exchange of equal value."
"One person's soul for another soul?" Death said this.
Harry felt a pushing sensation on his back, forcing him to lean back in the chair.
He looked out the window. The originally slow-moving train accelerated. Although there was no scenery to speak of, it felt much faster.
It's Death.
Death stared at John with a cold voice, "Do you know what you are talking about?"
"Do you want to be my next prey?"
Hearing these words, Harry felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest.
He turned to look at John, but saw that he was not afraid.
John smiled, as if he did not hear the danger contained in the voice of Death, "Of course I don't want to, but compared to an ordinary soul, the Dark Lord's soul is more attractive."
He said calmly: "Voldemort's soul sacrificed many souls to escape death. Theoretically, he can live forever."
John stretched out a finger and shook it, "This is the rule, a rule that you can't interfere with."
The God of Death is silent, because the God of Death cannot take the initiative to kill people.
Just like the story of the three brothers, even when he faced the three brothers, he never dealt with them directly.
Instead, they await their own death.
The gifted items made the eldest brother arrogant and belligerent, and finally died when another wizard cut his throat, while the second eldest brother was forced to commit suicide by his indifferent beloved.
The third child escaped death because of the invisibility cloak?
No, he has a humble heart.
If he uses the invisibility cloak to provoke other wizards, then he may also be stripped of the invisibility cloak and sent to the guillotine.
After all, there are ways to see through the invisibility cloak in the wizarding world, and Dumbledore can see through it with his naked eyes.
Moody's magic eye can also see through.
The third child survived because he stayed out of trouble.
This is different from his two brothers.
The God of Death said coldly: "Even so, how long do you think he can live?"
"long time."
"If you don't complete this deal, I can guarantee you he'll live a long time," John said.
The God of Death mocked: "You are just talking in your sleep."
Voldemort will die and be defeated by other wizards because Dumbledore is here.
But John's next words directly shattered Death's smile.
He stared at the God of Death and said calmly: "I will help him, help him escape death and gain eternal life."
"John, you..." Harry couldn't believe it.
The next second, John stared at the God of Death, adding a bomb to the convincingness of his words.
He said calmly: "I made the Philosopher's Stone."
Now, the speed of the train reached its extreme speed.
The scenery outside also changed, from being completely blank to sometimes flashing white mist that resembled human figures.
Death was silent.
Magic stone?
Is it the magic stone from first grade?
Harry tried hard to read the expression on John's face, but he failed.
After a moment of silence, the God of Death asked: "You can't make it at your current level."
"In the magical world, there is no shortage of miracles." John said disapprovingly.
Death seemed convinced, saying, "No one has ever threatened me."
John smiled calmly, "This is a deal, not a threat."
According to John, then Voldemort's immortality is not impossible.
At the very least, Voldemort could easily live for hundreds of years.
With the Horcrux and the Philosopher's Stone, not even the God of Death can get his soul.
This is something that is not allowed for the God of Death.
For example, he once spent nearly a hundred years searching for the souls of the three brothers. The value of Voldemort in his eyes was extremely important.
"Okay, for your wisdom and courage, I am willing to complete this deal." The god of death stretched out his skull-like hand.
Just as he once complimented the three brothers, he admired: "As a condition, I need the soul of Tom Marvolo Riddle."
John held the hand and his smile became a little weird.
He joked: "Actually, I just lied to you."
"Huh?" Death was confused.
John smiled meaningfully, "It turns out that even the God of Death cannot escape magic."
He wasn't sure before, after all, the God of Death had only been in contact once.
But judging from the performance of the God of Death, he was sure that the God of Death could not kill Voldemort with external force.
Death cannot personally intervene in this world.
That means that the God of Death is still within the scope of magic and abides by the rules.
And as long as it's within the scope of magic...
The hands they held had a golden thread wrapped around them on the backs of both hands.
"What are you doing?" Death asked.
John smiled, "Have you forgotten, I am an alchemist."
"Of course we need to find a qualified notary."
On top of the entwined golden threads, a tree shape formed by circles and lines appeared on the backs of both hands.
"Monomon?!"
Death's voice changed its tone.
"Unfortunately, my teacher is the administrator of the Monomon Gate at this time."
John smiled particularly brightly, "I took it upon myself to take it as an equal exchange for your promise just now."
Their hands were locked tightly, and even the God of Death was a little panicked at this moment.
The god of death who once played tricks on the three brothers was now played by a wizard.
He had no intention of fulfilling his promise normally, just like the trap he set for the three brothers.
But now, he was defeated by an army.
As the alchemist's highest secret, the Gate of Things, even the God of Death cannot break the rules of the transaction.
If you could see the face of Death, it must be very ugly.
John said: "I, John Wick, will use Voldemort's soul as a condition in exchange for the soul of Heinrich Edgar, an equal exchange, and the Gate of Things will serve as a contract."
Two doors appeared above the two shaking hands, and his words turned into a contract, entwining their hands.
Harry's eyes widened, John actually wanted to exchange for Heinrich's soul.
Could it be!
Do you want to resurrect him? !
He couldn't believe it, magic couldn't bring the dead back to life.
Even first-year Hogwarts students know this.
"You actually know this ancient magic." The God of Death truly sighed from the bottom of his heart this time.
This is a very ancient magic that basically no one knows about.
But John had the most powerful alchemist teacher in history.
He himself has been to the Gate of Things twice.
Under the gazes of John and Harry, Death nodded slowly.
The contract entangled in their hands disappeared, and a roll of parchment appeared in front of them.
Death picked up the contract and stuffed it into his robe.
Just when Harry thought everything was over, Death sneered, "You are indeed a smart man, John Wick, but you forget that playing with death never ends well."
"Don't worry about that." John said calmly.
The train slowed down, and Death stood up and waved his hand.
The train stopped at a station covered with fog, and Death stepped off the train.
Outside the window was a foggy world, and Harry seemed to see a couple waving to him.
As he tried to see clearly, the train started moving again.
John's body, which had been tense, could finally relax at this moment.
His palms were sweaty, and even he could only pretend to be calm when facing the legendary God of Death.
The scenery outside turned into a familiar place, like the road they took to Hogwarts.
However, there is no railroad track ahead, only a dead end.
When Harry found out, he screamed.
"Oops, there's no way ahead!"
The train was completely unmanned and rushed towards a dead end.
The God of Death will disgust them after he leaves.
John shrugged and muttered, "Childish temper."
Holding Harry down, he took out a black feather from his pocket and gave it to Harry to hold.
The train was less than a kilometer away from the dead end, only a matter of seconds.
John was not nervous at all, in stark contrast to Harry.
As the train falls off a cliff, John reveals a locket from his collar.
After opening it, there was a black stone inside.
He smiled and said, "Have a nice trip, Harry."
A white light occupied the pupils.
...
Some people died, but not completely...
