Chapter 120
The green light became extremely slow in front of his eyes, and Nagini's determination and Voldemort's ferocity were all very clear in his eyes.
John released his hand holding the sword and slowly stretched it out towards Nagini, opening and closing his lips.
"The soul is back."
Green light illuminates the entire space.
…
Nagini opened her eyes again. In the dark dungeon, she looked around in confusion.
There were two people in front of her, one was a bald old man whose jaw dropped and remained motionless, and the other was...
"John!"
John closed his eyes tightly, his body gradually turning gray.
Nagini felt her heart being tugged hard. She wanted to pass, but it passed through John's body.
Looking at her now silvery and transparent body, she looked behind her, where her restored human body was lying there quietly.
"No, don't!" Another person came to mind, the person he didn't catch.
Nagini did not panic in the face of death, she was like a helpless little girl at this moment.
Damo Alex finally came to his senses, and he said with difficulty: "Is this a success?"
Regardless of the joy, Damo Alex ran over. Just now, John used the ghost spell to extract Nagini's soul.
"Where's John, what happened!" Damo Alex lost his stability and roared ferociously at Nagini.
John's face darkened, and Alex took out the potion, forced open John's mouth and poured it in.
…
A blurry fantasy.
The expression on Voldemort's face froze, and Nagini disappeared into thin air.
He was confused for a moment, and John smiled.
"It seems you don't know much about this either."
John sneered lowly, and Voldemort was furious.
"Where did you do Nagini!"
He shouted angrily, and John was hit in the body with his wave, and his illusory body was like a candle in the wind.
Voldemort turned into black smoke and came to John, grabbed him and lifted him up.
The silver sword on his chest shattered into pieces. John's eyes darkened, but there was a chuckle at the corner of his mouth.
"Want to know? Then ask."
He looked behind Voldemort. Voldemort was startled and turned to look.
Nothing...?
Realizing that he had been tricked, Voldemort turned around quickly.
"Avada Kedavra"
This was John's first time using the Death Curse, and he was still casting the spell without a wand.
The green light hit the face door, and cracks appeared on Voldemort's handsome face.
He screamed in terror, and even John couldn't care less.
He covered his face and yelled wildly, but unfortunately it was a life-killing curse.
The unforgivable curse.
Amid the bursts of screams, Voldemort's face shattered, his body shattered inch by inch, and green light emitted from the inside out.
Voldemort's Horcrux fragment died.
John sat on the ground and looked in the direction where Voldemort was looking just now.
He didn't lie.
In that direction, the face of the man in black cloak could not be seen clearly, but John could feel it, and he looked here quietly.
John's soul became more transparent, as if it was about to disperse.
"Can you let me know clearly?"
John spread his hands, stared at the black cloak and asked: "Are you another soul, or the god of death?"
The dreamy world was quiet, and John felt that the black cloak was smiling.
"Interesting, you're the funniest person I've ever met."
The black cloak moved closer to John.
John couldn't do anything now, so he just watched the black cloak coming in front of him.
Just standing there, the black cloak exuded a suffocating silence.
And he also revealed his identity.
"You call me..."
"grim Reaper."
Chapter 138 The Legend of the Three Brothers and the God of Death
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 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."
