Chapter 400 Godric Gryffindor
[Those who gather all three sacred artifacts will become the masters of death]
Les remembered the words from the wizard legend.
The master of death? What an interesting statement. But unfortunately, in his opinion, he has long been the one who controls 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. As for those wizards who use Horcruxes to obtain the so-called "immortality", 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 to the absurd theory that they were given by the god of death, Rice prefers to believe that the three holy artifacts were created by three great wizards with superb skills and profound magical powers, representing the wizards' exploration of strength, life and death, and secrets.
The black gemstone ring lay quietly in the gold box, sparkling with dazzling light.
An impulse surged in Les' heart. He wanted to put the ring on his hand so that he could explore the mystery of the ring.
But before Rice even took a step, he noticed something unusual.
Why was he so eager to put the ring on his finger? This seemed a little strange.
Les took a deep breath and forced down 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, which was naturally Riddle's masterpiece.
The fragments of Riddle's soul were trying to seduce him, trying to buy himself a last chance of survival.
"What a cunning guy! If it were someone else, they would probably get into trouble." Les leaned over and found that there was indeed an extremely vicious curse attached to the ring.
This kind of curse would cost him a huge price even if he was infected without opening his domain.
Les pulled out his wand and let the tip of the wand gently touch the ring for a while, and the curse on the ring was removed.
Now, the ring has been restored to an ordinary Horcrux and there is no great risk.
Les picked up the ring that originally belonged to the Gaunt family and examined it carefully. He could feel the ring trembling slightly in his hand, and it seemed that the soul inside was trembling.
"Be good, I won't do anything to you for now." Les tried to calm the Horcrux, but didn't seem to be very successful.
This made Les a little annoyed: Voldemort was quite opportunistic. Such a good thing was really wasted in his hands - he actually 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 holder's deceased relatives. Considering the "father says goodbye to son smile" relationship between Voldemort and his family, it is normal that he does not attach much importance to this thing.
What Les didn't know was that Voldemort actually didn't know much about the concept of the Three Deathly Hallows, and only knew about the Elder Wand.
The ring kept struggling in Les's hand, as if it was willing to consume the power of its soul to break free from this monster. If you didn't know, you would think he was holding a golden snitch in his hand.
so annoying!
Les poked Gaunt's ring directly with his wand, and used magic power to forcibly suppress the restless soul in the ring.
After the ring returned to silence, Les finally had the mind to observe it carefully.
It has to be said that this is an excellent alchemical creation. Even Rice doesn't know how to imitate it. The three Peverell brothers are truly amazing.
Rice felt a sense of admiration for the three Peverell brothers, but also a little worried: if the Resurrection Stone was made into a Horcrux, could 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.
How about trying it? This thought occurred to Rice.
He was a man of great skill and courage who didn't care about the possible negative effects of the Resurrection Stone, and didn't take Voldemort's soul fragments seriously. For him, all obstacles had 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 was happening because he heard slight noises around him, rustling sounds, like some weak bodies moving slowly on the soil covered with dead branches and leaves.
Rice turned his head and saw some familiar people.
It has been so long that time has made their faces gradually blurred in my memory, but now their faces have come alive again, like a renovation of my memory.
They were neither ghosts nor living people with flesh and blood, a bit like the Riddle who had escaped from the diary before, memories that had almost become 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, his appearance had not changed much, still the same as that day.
[We have heard about you and your friends, and everyone is drinking for you——]
"What does this have to do with you? When you sent me to be sacrificed to the dragon, our relationship was severed."
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then disappeared with a wry smile.
[You are younger now. You remind me of your childhood. Acha, don’t blame your father…]
Rice looked at the middle-aged woman in front of him silently without saying a word.
The figure of the middle-aged woman also disappeared.
[Medicine seller, long time no see! ]
Next was a young witch who seemed to have stars in her eyes.
Les nodded at her with a smile. Nelida, a lively Bulgarian witch, a friend he met during his travels.
Medicine seller...what an old-fashioned name...
Les couldn't help but fall into memories again, but Nelida spoke again.
[I have done what you asked me to do!
I heard that you guys founded a magic school? I also founded one, Durmstrang, does that sound good? 】
"It sounds good."
Nelida smiled happily.
[With Durmstrang here, the remnants of the false gods can’t cause any trouble~]
"Thank you for your hard work." Rice said this from the bottom of his heart.
Nelida waved her hand.
[This is nothing, see you later~]
Nelida's phantom also disappeared.
"Goodbye?" Les shook his head. He was not sure if he would use the resurrection stone again.
【teacher!!!】
The next sound was so familiar that it made Rice's ears calloused.
A man with his signature silver hair strode in.
"Adrian..." Les' expression became a little complicated.
It was said that the resurrection stone would only bring relatives and friends? Why did it bring creditors from the previous life?
[Teacher, why do you look like that?! Didn’t I come at the wrong time?]
Seeing that the teacher's impatience was almost written on his face, Adrian said he was very hurt.
Les didn't want to pay attention 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? Have they sold off their ancestral property?]
Les:…
Don't change the subject!!!
However, Les understood Adrian's dead look, and he said unhappily that he had accepted two more Greengrass children as students.
[Great! Let them continue to serve you! ]
Adrian was very happy, but when he saw the teacher's face becoming increasingly unhappy, he left like a gust of wind.
……
Finally, no one came in anymore, and Les breathed a sigh of relief.
Resurrection Stone, quite interesting.
He finally understood why many people who possessed the Resurrection Stone would go crazy and even commit suicide.
It's not a good thing to indulge in past memories. But this little trick is useless to me. It's time to go back to Hogwarts and take Riddle's soul fragment to heal Rowena.
"Salazar, long time no see."
Just as Les was about to put away the Gaunt ring and leave the Gaunt house, a voice that couldn't be more familiar rang out.
Rice froze in place.
This voice is...
Ok? !
A figure with fiery red hair appeared at the entrance of the gate. His tall and burly body completely blocked out the light coming in from outside.
Godric Gryffindor.
A person who Les would recognize even if he turned into ashes.
But why was he here? A flash of confusion flashed through Les's mind. He glanced at the red-haired man again and confirmed his identity again.
Then Lester had an epiphany.
"It turns out that Godric has a twin brother. This guy actually kept it from me for so long." Les laughed and said, "What's your name? He's the Golden Griffin, and you're the Silver Chimera?"
The red-haired man stood there, saying nothing, just looking at him silently.
Les closed his mouth.
After a few seconds, he clenched his fists and his mouth curled up to an exaggerated angle.
"Good, good! Peverell, you did a great job!" He pinched the resurrection stone ring, "What a good trick, what a good trick! I was really fooled by you this time-"
"Salazar, you should understand that it didn't lie to you." The red-haired man finally spoke.
Rice froze in place.
The last layer of window paper was also broken by Godric.
Les felt the tremendous magical power surging in his body, almost boiling.
The magic power ran wildly out of control, and the sky above Little Hangleton Village was suddenly covered with dark clouds.
The clouds gathered and expanded rapidly, covering the entire county at an alarming speed, then England and the British Isles...
In an instant, the sun disappeared from the sky for thousands of miles around.
The North Sea was also trembling. The water receded little by little, exposing large stretches of sandy beaches, where tens of thousands of sea fish were stranded—even a three-year-old child could return with a full load of fish by just walking around the beach.
But no one would be stupid, and everyone was running inland as fast as they could, with only one thought in their minds: get as far away from the sea as possible.
A natural disaster is coming.
Les, who was already unable to control himself, picked up the Gaunt Ring and held it up. The Resurrection Stone engraved with the Peverell emblem was facing Les' eyes, and a hint of madness was reflected on the mirror surface of the gem.
pat!
A crack appeared on the stone, and a shrill scream burst out from it, while wisps of black smoke poured out.
Under the vast impact of magic, Voldemort's soul fragments were destroyed.
"Salazar," Godric's voice sounded again in Les's ears, "That's enough, stop."
The magic power in Rice's body stagnated, and finally calmed down bit by bit.
The dark clouds in the sky dissipated and the sea level returned to normal, leaving behind only a large group of panicked Muggles and the news that gradually spread in all directions.
It is unknown whether this strange phenomenon will be noticed by someone with ulterior motives.
Before the clouds and mist completely dissipated, Les remembered something, and he maintained their existence, allowing a drizzle to fall.
"Forget these things, this is not something you should know." Rice said in his heart.
After dealing with these things, Rice calmed down completely.
He turned to look at the man who had already entered the dilapidated 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." Rice's words were very impolite, but Godric was not angry at all - why should he be angry with an old friend who stated the facts?
"It shouldn't be like this. It doesn't make sense. Rowena can find a way to survive—"
"But I am me and Rowena is Rowena, we are different." Godric spread his hands, indicating that he was indeed not very good at this.
"What about the prophet's prediction?" Rice's brain was working rapidly: "This doesn't match the prophecy - some people will grow old, some people will never come back after leaving, some people will find a place to take a nap when they are tired, and some people will die. Rowena has already taken the 'death' quota!"
"A prophecy is just a prophecy. I never really believe in it. And aren't you afraid that Rowena will cause trouble for you if she finds out?" Godric complained about his old friend's words.
"How does she know? Did you tell her in your dream?" Rice smiled sarcastically: "I really don't understand why you have fallen into this situation..."
"What's wrong? Is my current state embarrassing? I embraced death like an old friend." Godric was still stubborn.
There was no way he would give in in front of Salazar, especially when they met again after so many years.
"I just went wrong when I was comprehending the realm - I transformed myself into thousands of particles, which were smaller than the tiniest dust in the world, and it seems that I can't change back."
Les:…
"What an unexpected ending." He was a little amused.
After chatting with Gryffindor for a while, Les' mood gradually calmed down.
Now a question arose in Les' mind: Godric, how did you feel when he turned the Resurrection Stone just now?
Godric: ???
How come it has come to this? You still want me to be used as an experiment?! ?
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