Chapter 270 Losing Friends

William still looked listless, "I think I locked it in a different space..."

With that said, he began to explain his original idea to Alena.

"Purple Moss feels that it is too hot here and lacks water, so I suggested that it use the fragments of the magic book to build a space so that it can live in it." William's eyes were bright, and he seemed to be full of confidence in his idea. "Besides, Purple Moss itself is a magical plant with very strong magic power. It can completely supply the Grimoire. As long as it conquers the Grimoire, it will not be difficult to travel between the two spaces."

Alaina nodded in understanding. She was not a wizard, so she did not understand the difficulty and danger of doing so. "So, what is the accident?"

William almost cried, "I, I underestimated the magic power required by the Grimoire. Now, Zi Moss has been brought to a different space by it, and, maybe it has been sucked dry by it."

Alaina was startled by his words, "William! You, how could you do such a dangerous experiment!"

After saying that, it was a good scolding, and William shrank his neck, feeling extremely aggrieved.

I don't want to either...

"Is it okay to do this?" Alena asked cautiously, her eyes full of eagerness to try. Even though she is an old woman, she still has a strong spirit of adventure.

William was obviously feeling guilty. His eyes wandered for a while before he weakly replied, "Probably, no problem?"

This was the best solution he could think of.

Like legendary artifacts, they have been passed down by word of mouth for countless generations over time, coupled with unforgettable myths. As long as these stories are instilled in them from an early age, and as long as enough time is accumulated, Zi Moss will definitely benefit.

But, how to weave this story?

William was in trouble.

"Why don't you say that you and Zi Moss defeated the evil monster beast together. When you were about to win, the monster beast counterattacked and killed Zi Moss." Alena suggested, "In order to protect this tribe, Zi Moss turned into crops. Provided food and clothing for the tribe.”

William's eyes lit up, "This is good. Protection and harvest are very suitable for the two attributes of plants."

So, after the legend of the Wolf God, this little story that sounded a bit like an extra story began to spread among the tribe.

"It's just that wherever there are people, there will be conflicts of interest. The current Apache tribe does not believe this extra story." Robert shrugged, "There are several other tribes that have passed down the story."

He looked thoughtfully at the purple moss at his feet. Could this be the legendary purple moss?

Merlin, boss, are you taking hormones? So big? There's absolutely no end in sight, okay?

While cursing in his heart, he sighed at William's whimsical ideas.

Using myths and legends, ordinary objects are dyed with special colors. In this way, in fact, the legend about the Deathly Hallows circulated in the wizarding world of the Corrupt Kingdom, those three objects were also created in this way?

But what's the motivation?

This kind of item obviously has great limitations. First of all, it needs to be nurtured for at least a hundred years. Secondly, it must be spread among many people. Judging from the results of the Three Holy Artifacts of Death, it needs to be spread among thousands of people at least. spread among the people.

This laborious and thankless approach always has the illusion of planting trees for future generations.

No, actually, there is still a way to use it yourself...

Robert suddenly thought of something, the Philosopher's Stone.

The Holy Grail of the alchemist, the wishing stone that can unconditionally grant all wishes, the fifth element, the highest secret of alchemy...

It has many titles that make people raise eyebrows, but the really coveted thing is that it can make the elixir of life.

Immortal.

Once the thought emerged, it was difficult to stop it. Robert instantly began to think of the intentions of the three Peverell brothers.

The person who possesses all the Deathly Hallows is the master of Death.

The owner of the God of Death is a bit exaggerated, but the words of the God of Death.

No matter which country's mythology, this is an existence that cannot be ignored, but obviously, in the HP world, there is no such thing as the underworld. After all, even ghosts can run around in the world. The world after death must be so chaotic that it is difficult to Imagine.

But then again...

Department of Mysteries…

This top-secret organization under the Ministry of Magic is said to have existed far earlier than the Ministry of Magic. The Ministry of Magic was even built on the Department of Mysteries. There is a place named the Death Hall. The room is square in shape and has a sunken center. , forming a huge pit twenty feet deep.

In the center of the bottom of the stone pit is a raised stone platform, with a tattered arch standing on it. The door is not closed, but a tattered black curtain is hung.

honestly……

According to the description, this thing is heading towards the gate of the underworld. But since there is the gate of the underworld, why are so few people hearing about the underworld? I can only say that the world of HP is really magical.

Just when Robert was still thinking wildly, the boss spoke.

It was still the kind of communication that almost knocked people unconscious, "So, William has... left?"

Robert thought for a while and said, "She must have passed away. After all, it has been many years."

The Mayflower sailed on September 6, 1620, and arrived in the United States in the same year. That was three to four hundred years ago. Wizard William definitely did not have Nico Flamel's magic stone, and it would have been impossible for him to survive that long. Long.

"Alena is gone too..." The boss's will seemed to be quite low, and Robert felt as if the moss around him was withering.

He scratched his head and said firmly, "It should be, after all, she is just an ordinary person."

Purple Moss became even more melancholy, "Alena is a good person."

Robert nodded in agreement. In that era, if you were willing to go across the ocean with your loved one and embark on a journey of unknown life and death, no one would believe it if it wasn't true love.

It's just a bit reckless.

"She always helps me with ideas." Purple Moss seemed to think of something happy, and her tone became lighter, "Let's bully William together."

Robert nodded subconsciously, and then felt like something was wrong.

"Dig up the potatoes he managed to grow and tell him they were made by goblins."

"Throw the woolen blanket he woven with magic into the valley and tell him it was taken away by wolves."

"Shave off his hair and leave his head bare during the ceremony."

"Pfft." Robert couldn't hold back and laughed. It seemed very, very miserable!

If there is any ceremony that requires the old man William to transform into a white wolf, then it can only be the harvest celebration, which is a ceremony that all Apaches must participate in.

As a member of the Apache, William felt so hopeless when he faced his tribe with his head bare.