novelslam Chapter 1070 Can you accompany me to see... Death?
Chapter 1070 Can you accompany me to see... Death?
Chapter 1070 Can you accompany me to see... Death?
After the aunt's family left, only Harry was left wandering around in the whole house like a lonely wandering spirit.
He walked every place, and finally had nothing to do, and cleaned the house, as if he was just going on a long trip.
Harry went through all his belongings again.
Packed in several large boxes with all kinds of mess:
Second-year homework; old Hogwarts textbooks; auto-answer quills;
A collection of "light taste" pornographic comics, the heroine is a troll loli, and the hero is a giant.
There are also various Christmas presents, and one piece of chocolate, even after five years, has grown red hair.
Still at the bottom of the case, Harry pulled out a battered badge with the words "Weasley is my King" and "Weasley's Great Shit" alternately flashing across it.
This was the year of the Triwizard Tournament, when Ron became a warrior and Malfoy sold the badge.
It took Harry a long time to empty out the trunk, discard the useless and keep the memorable items.
Finally, he slumped on the sofa and picked up today's newspaper.
Here's what Harry does every day:
Check the Daily Prophet's death list for anyone familiar.
He had seen the names of many members of the Order of the Phoenix, and found former Hogwarts graduates... every house.
And once the name appears here, it means...death.
Today's death toll is low.
It may also be because a battle has just ended.
Anyway, Harry was very satisfied.
When he put down the newspaper, he looked up at the clock and found that it was the appointed time.
But Mad-Eye was late and hadn't arrived here yet.
Harry waited another five minutes, but no one showed up.
He wasn't too anxious either. According to the agreement, if Mad-Eye was late, in order to prevent accidents, he would leave directly with the Portkey.
Harry took all his luggage, then went to the table and put his hand on the portkey.
He suddenly felt that the back of his navel was pulled, his legs were off the ground, and his ears were filled with whistling sounds.
Harry had used the Portkey once before.
It was the Quidditch World Cup, and I followed the Weasleys to the Quidditch field.
So, he didn't panic.
But how to land safely is a technical task.
He was inexperienced, his feet hit the ground, his legs went limp, and he fell to the ground.
Luggage was also scattered.
Harry packed it up hastily, then raised his head and looked around the room.
In a small room, there are many books and oil paintings.
A room in Black's old house?
Harry guessed, then took a few deep breaths, raised his jaw slightly, and straightened his hair again.
He could already imagine that if he went out now, he might run into Mrs. Weasley who was cooking.
There is also his friend Ron, who may also be holding a newspaper, waiting anxiously for him, while looking for any acquaintances on the death list.
And Ginny, probably playing with Annie...finally without that annoying Dean as a light bulb.
Simply perfect.
Harry walked towards the door, staring straight ahead, grinning warmly, and pulling the handle away.
But in the blink of an eye, his smile disappeared, and his footsteps remained firmly in place.
Things are very, very wrong.
Harry froze at the door, staring at the scene in front of him in bewilderment.
He was sure that Black's old house did not have such a room filled with various Bibles and Korans, and even wooden fish.
There was also a strange scent of sandalwood burning in the air.
At this time, a sudden voice sounded from the corner.
"Yo, stupid Harry Potter," said the ethereal voice.
"I haven't seen you for four years... how are you doing!
I have always missed that wonderful night when I first met you... You helped me get the body I dreamed of.
You also took away from me my most important thing - soul. "
Harry stared intently into the corner.
There sat a handsome boy--young Tom Riddle.
Tom closed the Quran in his hand, whistled, and said with a smile:
"Harry, you are welcome, and now I am formally inviting you..."
He bent down gentlemanly, stretched out his hand, the corners of his mouth curled up:
"Can you accompany me to see... the god of death?"
Harry: "..."
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Ministry of Magic,
After a lengthy meeting, the officials all went their separate ways.
It was rare for William to steal some free time and continue to study the alchemy book.
After unlocking the contents of the second book, you can craft the Deathly Hallows.
What is recorded in the book are all Deathly Hallows that have appeared so far.
Good guy, I don't know if I don't look at it, I'm startled when I look at it... It turns out that the number of Deathly Hallows scattered in the world is more than the nine he knows!
There are more than ninety pieces.
It seems that there have been so many wizards looking for death for thousands of years.
As for the Grim Reaper, he can also be called the biggest money-spreader in the magic world.
Just one word - arrogant.
I don't know why he sent the Deathly Hallows so recklessly.
But judging from Grindelwald's attitude towards him, this melon is probably planning something.
Therefore, William had given up the idea of looking for the god of death, and prepared to make the holy artifact by himself.
Of course, even if you master the production method, these Deathly Hallows cannot be produced by wizards.
It's not that the production method is too difficult... cumbersome is indeed cumbersome, but some refining methods are not as difficult as refining the Sorcerer's Stone.
So why can't wizards craft?
Raw material's sake!
For example, the Elder Wand clearly stated that it needs "Death's Elderberry".
Where can ordinary people get the elderberry of the god of death?
Therefore, Gregorovich has worked hard all his life, and it is impossible to make a real Elder Wand.
And some Deathly Hallows also need the so-called "Styx water", "Death's phalanx", "Elderberry pollen", "Ghost sand"...
I have never heard of many things, and it is wishful thinking to make them.
But... isn't this a coincidence?
William now has a piece of elderberry in his hand.
This is the raw material obtained after crowning Ravenclaw in the Department of Mysteries last year and restoring the factory settings.
But William hadn't figured out what kind of Deathly Hallows this elder would be made of.
Wisdom-bringing diadems could be made again, but not necessary.
William has a bronze Ravenclaw ring and has no shortage of time.The growth that wisdom can bring can basically be piled up with time.
This is a bit like Di Shitian, our IQ is not enough, so we have time to make up for it.
Most importantly, Ravenclaw deliberately destroyed the crown in some way.
The Deathly Hallows were not only destroyed by the Big Four, but the diadem.
For example, Slytherin's wand, basically out of hypnosis, turned into a snake tree.
There is also the Holy Grail, which was also magically sealed by Merlin to seal the original ability.
Out of trust in these wizards, William has no plans to make crowns again.
So, what to do with the Deathly Hallows, you have to think about it.
Just as William was flipping through the alchemy book, a silver phoenix flew in suddenly.
After the patron saint landed, Dumbledore's anxious voice came out.
"Harry,
Missing,
Hurry up! ! "
William: "..."
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(End of this chapter)