Chapter 400 Godric Gryffindor
Chapter 400 Godric Gryffindor
[Those who collect the three holy artifacts will become the master of death]
Rice remembered the words in the wizard legend.
The master of death? What an interesting saying. But unfortunately, in his opinion, he has already mastered death.
On the road to immortality, no one has gone further than himself, and I am afraid that only the three old friends can see his back. Those wizards who use Horcruxes to obtain the so-called "eternal life", Rice is not even willing to admit that they have embarked on this great road.
As for the origin of the three holy artifacts, compared with the absurd gift of the god of death, Rice is more willing to believe that the three holy artifacts are from the hands of three great wizards with superb skills and profound magic, representing the wizards' exploration of strength, life and death and secrets.
The black gem ring lies quietly in the box made of gold, flashing a dazzling light.
An impulse surged in Rice's heart. He wanted to wear the ring on his hand so that he could explore the mystery of the ring.
But before Les even took a step, he noticed something was wrong.
Why was he so eager to wear the ring? This seemed a little wrong.
Les took a deep breath and suppressed the throbbing in his heart. Then he found the source of the problem: it was still the problem of the ring. There was a dirty soul attached to it. This was naturally Riddle's masterpiece.
Riddle's soul fragment was trying to seduce him, trying to win the last bit of life for himself.
'What a cunning guy, if it were someone else, I'm afraid he would be in trouble.' Les leaned down and found that there was indeed an extremely vicious curse attached to the ring.
This kind of curse, even if he was infected without opening the field, would cost a lot.
Les pulled out his wand and let the tip of the wand touch the ring lightly for a while, and then the curse attached to the ring was eliminated.
Now, the ring has been restored to an ordinary Horcrux, and there is not much risk.
Les picked up the ring that originally belonged to the Gaunt family and looked at it carefully. He could feel the ring trembling slightly in his hand, and it seemed that the soul parasitic inside was trembling.
"Be good, I won't do anything to you for the time being." Les tried to calm the Horcrux's emotions, but it didn't seem to be very successful.
This made Les a little irritated: Voldemort was quite a possessive guy, and such a good thing was really wasted in his hands - he thought of using the Resurrection Stone, one of the Three Hallows, as a Horcrux.
However, the function of the Resurrection Stone is to bring back the souls of the deceased relatives of the holder. Considering the "father-son-laugh" relationship between Voldemort and his family, it is normal for him not to pay much attention to this thing.
What Les didn't know was that Voldemort didn't really understand the concept of the Three Deathly Hallows, and only knew an old wand.
The ring kept struggling in Les's hand, as if it was willing to consume the power of the soul to break free from this monster. Those who didn't know would think he was holding a golden snitch in his hand.
So annoying!
Rice poked the Gaunt ring directly with his wand, and used magic to forcefully suppress the restless soul in the ring.
After the ring returned to silence, Rice was able to observe it carefully.
It must be said that this is an excellent alchemical creation. Even Rice didn't know how to imitate it. The three Peverell brothers were really amazing.
Rice felt a little admiration for the three Peverell brothers in his heart, and at the same time, a little worry: the Resurrection Stone was made into a Horcrux, so can it still play its original role?
Rice felt that it should not have any impact, especially when the soul fragments in the ring had been forcibly suppressed by him.
Then should I try to use it? Such an idea came to Rice's mind.
He was skilled and bold, and he didn't care about the possible negative effects of the Resurrection Stone, and he didn't take Voldemort's soul fragments seriously at all. For him, all obstacles have been cleared, so why not explore Peverell's masterpiece immediately?
Rice is a man of action. He held the ring in his palm and turned the stone in his hand three times.
In just a moment, Les knew what happened, because he heard slight movements around him, rustling sounds, like some weak bodies moving slowly on the soil covered with dead branches and leaves.
Les turned his head and saw some familiar people.
It had been too long, and time had made their faces gradually blurred in his memory, but now their faces were alive again, like a renovation of memory.
They were neither ghosts nor living people with flesh and blood. They were a bit like the Riddle who escaped from the diary before, and were memories that almost became entities. They didn't have the real and warm flesh of living people, but they were much more real than ghosts.
Everyone walked into the dilapidated little house one by one and walked towards him, with a gentle smile on their faces.
[You are the pride of the Slytherin family. ]
Les saw his father, and his appearance had not changed much, and he still looked the same as that day.
[We heard about you and your friends' deeds, and everyone drank for you——]
"What does this have to do with you? When you sent me to the dragon as a sacrifice, our relationship was severed."
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, smiled bitterly and disappeared.
[You are younger, reminding me of my childhood, Acha, don’t blame your father...]
Les silently looked at the middle-aged woman in front of him without saying a word.
The figure of the middle-aged woman also disappeared.
[Medicine seller, long time no see! 】
Next came a young witch who seemed to have stars in her eyes.
Les nodded to her with a smile. Nelida, a lively Bulgarian witch, is a friend she met during her journey.
Drug seller... is such an ancient term...
Les couldn't help but fall into memories again, but Nelida spoke again.
[I did what you asked me to do!
I heard that you guys established a magic school? I also built one, Durmstrang. Is this a good name? 】
"Sounds good."
Nelida smiled happily.
[With Durmstrang here, the remnants of the false gods cannot make trouble~]
"Thank you for your hard work." Les said this from the bottom of his heart.
Nelida waved her hand.
[This is nothing, see you later~]
Nelida's apparition also disappeared.
‘Goodbye? ’ Les shook his head, he was not sure whether he would use the Resurrection Stone again.
【teacher! ! ! 】
The sound that followed was so familiar that it made Les' ears calloused.
A man with his signature silver hair strode in.
"Adrian..." Les' expression became a little complicated.
Did you say that the Resurrection Stone will only bring relatives and friends? Why did he bring his creditor from his previous life?
[Teacher, why do you have such an expression! ! ! Didn't I come at the right time? 】
Seeing that the teacher's impatience was almost written on his face, Adrian expressed that he was very hurt.
Les didn't want to talk to him, but after thinking about it, he still wanted to ask Adrian something.
"Tell me the truth, did you secretly learn anything from Godric back then?"
Adrian:…
[Teacher, how are my descendants doing now? Didn't you sell your ancestral property? 】
Les:…
Don't change the topic! ! !
However, Les also understood Adrian's dead look, and he said angrily that he had accepted two more Greengrass children as students.
【marvelous! Let them continue to serve you! 】
Adrian was extremely happy, but when he saw the teacher's expression becoming increasingly unhappy, he left like a gust of wind.
…
Finally no more people came in, and Les breathed a sigh of relief.
The Resurrection Stone is interesting.
He finally understood why many people who held resurrection stones went crazy and even committed suicide.
It's not a good thing to dwell too much on past memories. But this little trick is of no use to me. It's time to go back to Hogwarts and use Riddle's soul fragments to heal Rowena.
"Salazar, long time no see."
Just as Les was about to put away Gaunt's ring and leave from Gaunt's old house, a familiar voice sounded.
Les froze on the spot.
This voice is...
Um? !
A figure with fiery red hair appeared at the entrance. His tall and burly body blocked the light coming in from the outside.
Godric Gryffindor.
A man that even Les could recognize when he was reduced to ashes.
But why does he appear here? Confusion flashed through Les's mind. He glanced at the red-haired man again and confirmed his identity again.
Then Les had an epiphany.
"It turns out that Godric has a twin brother. This guy actually hid it from me for so long." Les smiled and said, "What is your name? He is the Golden Griffin, and you are the Silver Chimera?"
The red-haired man stood there without saying a word, just looking at him silently.
Les closed his mouth.
After a few seconds, he clenched his fists and grinned at an exaggerated angle.
"Okay, okay! Peverell, you did a great job!" He pinched the Resurrection Stone Ring, "What a good trick, a good trick! I was really deceived by you this time -"
"Salazar, you should understand that it didn't lie to you." The red-haired man finally spoke.
Les froze in place.
The last layer of window paper was also punctured by Godric.
Les felt the majestic magic power rushing through his body, almost boiling.
The magic power ran wild uncontrollably, and dark clouds suddenly filled the sky over Little Hangleton Village.
The clouds quickly accumulated and expanded, covering the entire county, then England, and the British Isles at an alarming speed...
In an instant, the sun disappeared from the sky thousands of miles around.
The North Sea is also shaking. The sea water receded little by little, exposing a large area of the beach. Tens of thousands of sea fish were stranded on the beach - even a three-year-old child would be able to return home with a full circle at this moment.
But no one would be stupid, everyone was rushing inland as fast as possible, with only one thought in their minds: to stay as far away from the sea as possible.
A natural disaster is coming.
Les, who could no longer control himself, picked up Gaunt's ring and lifted it up. The Resurrection Stone engraved with the Peverell coat of arms was facing Les's eyes, and a touch of madness was reflected on the mirror surface of the gem.
Snap!
A crack appeared on the stone, and a shrill scream burst out from it, while a trace of black smoke poured out from it.
Under the impact of the vast magic, Voldemort's soul fragments were destroyed.
"Salazar," Godric's voice rang in Les's ears again, "that's enough, stop."
The magic power in Les's body stagnated, and finally calmed down little by little.
The dark clouds in the sky dispersed and the sea level returned to normal, leaving only a large group of panicked Muggles and the news that gradually spread in all directions.
It is unknown whether this vision will be noticed by anyone who is interested.
Before the clouds and mist completely dissipated, Les remembered something, and he maintained their existence, allowing the slightest drizzle to fall.
‘Forget these things, this is not what you should know. ’ Les said in his heart.
After dealing with these matters, Les calmed down completely.
He turned to look at the man who had already entered the broken house and said to him: "Long time no see, Godric."
Godric nodded to Les.
"You appear here, so you are dead?"
"It should be like this." Les's words were very rude, but Godric was not angry at all - why should he be angry with his old friend who stated the facts?
"It shouldn't be, it doesn't make sense, that guy Rowena can find a way to survive -"
"But I am me, Rowena is Rowena, we are different." Godric spread his hands, indicating that he was indeed not very good at this aspect.
"What about the prophet's prediction?" Les's brain was racing: "This is not consistent with the prediction - some people will grow old, some people will never come back after leaving, and some people will die when they are tired. Find a place to take a nap, someone will die, Rowena has already taken up the 'dead' quota!"
"Prophecies are just prophecies. I don't always believe in them - and are you really not afraid that Rowena will cause trouble for you when he finds out?" Godric complained about his old friend's words.
"How does she know? Do you give her a dream?" Les smiled sarcastically: "I really don't understand why you fell into this situation..."
"What's wrong? Is my current state embarrassing? I embraced death like an old friend." Godric was still arrogant.
It was impossible for him to give in in front of Salazar, especially when they reunited after so many years.
"I just made a mistake when I was in the realm of enlightenment - I transformed myself into thousands of particles, which are smaller than the tiniest dust in the world. As a result, it seems that I can't change back."
Les:…
"What a surprising ending." He was a little bit dumbfounded.
After chatting with Gryffindor for a while, Les's mood gradually calmed down.
Now a question arises in Les's mind: Godric, how did you feel when he turned the Resurrection Stone just now?
Godric:? ? ?
Why is it like this, and I still need to be used as an experiment by you! ?
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