Chapter 482 King's Station and the Journey to the Unknown

Salazar Slytherin is dead.

Looking at the corpse he had thrown to the ground, Loki curled his lips.

After killing his enemy, he did not feel the pleasure of revenge.

In the past thousand years, he had always imagined how he would react if he met those four people again and won the battle. But when it really happened, he found himself in a state of emotion that he had not planned for.

This feeling is very complicated and difficult to describe in words. It is probably a combination of anger and loss.

After thinking about it carefully, Loki felt that the fundamental reason was that Salazar Slytherin in front of him was already seriously injured when he met him, and even though he was seriously injured, he still caused him considerable harm.

This state of not being able to pick up a bargain makes me feel as disgusted as if I had eaten a fly while having a meal.

"Why can't you be more honest?" He kicked the charcoal on the ground a few times as if to vent his anger.

After a few minutes, Loki finally vented his inner anger and adjusted his emotions.

No matter what, I win in the end!

After a thousand years, he finally took revenge on the wizards on behalf of the gods! Slytherin finally paid back the blood debt he owed.

Moreover, the successful killing of Salazar Slytherin in Hogwarts tonight also meant another good news, which was that his three wizard friends were most likely dead.

Gryffindor was the deadest of the four, needless to say. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were both missing, but looking at the helpless Slytherin, they were obviously dead, or in a dire state, and were completely unable to help their good friend.

The reason why Slytherin was so badly injured was because he was cleaning up the mess for his old friends - Loki had asked Salazar during the battle why he became like this, and Salazar refused to answer at the time, but Loki could guess it himself.

The competition venue should have been left by Ravenclaw, but it had fallen into disrepair in recent years and was on the verge of being out of control. Salazar paid a huge price to get it back under control.

After making some inferences based on the existing information, Loki felt refreshed.

Although wizards are powerful, they cannot resist the baptism of time. In this respect, the gods are much stronger than them.

And the vibration of blood during the fight just now...

When reviewing the battle just now, Loki also noticed that the method used by Slytherin was the same as that used by the mysterious man who beat Voldemort in the Quidditch World Cup final.

This means that the wizard who had been disrupting the situation before was Slytherin. Now that he is dead, no one can stop his plan. Loki never took Dumbledore seriously - he was not even qualified to fight him directly, so he could just leave it to Voldemort.

Even Loki, who was used to seeing many storms, couldn't help but feel excited at this moment, as if a prank was about to come true.

He looked at the remains of Slytherin on the ground again. After a brief search, he found that Slytherin had taken nothing with him, and it seemed that he had a premonition of his own death.

"Humph, do you think you can get away with this?" Loki sneered, "Your wizard's body is also a rare treasure!"

He leaned down and cut the Slytherin's head off.

"When you used my stupid brother's body as an alchemical tool, you certainly didn't expect this day to come!" Loki laughed hysterically.

He took Salazar's head in his arms, closed the treasure that isolated the space, and returned to Hogwarts.

From beginning to end, no one intervened in his actions. The huge Hogwarts was brightly lit, and the common room was filled with laughter, but it seemed empty.

Loki took two steps towards the astronomy tower and suddenly stopped.

He narrowed his eyes, quickly returned to the rooftop, and instantly locked onto a small snake in the shadows.

The moment he saw the little snake, Loki sneered: He is worthy of being a Slytherin. He even tried to pass on information before dying. However, he is better than him after all.

More importantly, even if Dumbledore knew this information, he would not be his opponent. He was completely crushed by him!

Loki crushed the little snake into a pulp with one foot.

The intermittent words such as "Dumbledore" and "Be careful" were faintly heard in the air, but these words were all dissipated by the evening wind.

In Helga's office, Helga and Rowena were sitting face to face.

Suddenly, they both raised their heads and vaguely realized something.

"Salazar, dead."

"yes……"

Even though they had a premonition, the two couldn't help but sigh.

……

"This is..." Les narrowed his eyes and looked at the scenery in front of him, "King's Cross Station?"

After seeing where he was, Les was confused: Wasn't he fighting with the remnants of the Norse gods just now? How did he end up here the next second? Was it Loki's conspiracy?

Rice knew some spells that could instantly transfer people to other places, but there were protective spells around Hogwarts, so Loki was really not worried about alerting Dumbledore. However, Dumbledore was also in the fire domain and was restrained by Loki.

Wait!

Rice suddenly realized something and found the last moment of his memory in his mind.

It turned out that he was already dead. This was the place where every wizard would arrive after death. It was the territory of the god of death.

Although he had expected this, and even planned this death, Rice still couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. Perhaps in his deepest heart, even in his subconscious, he still felt that he had a chance to fight back.

After a brief period of loss, Rice quickly cheered up because he realized that he had entered an unprecedented field.

Now he was really far ahead of his three old friends, provided that his experiment, which he could only do once, was successful.

He looked around and found that this place was exactly the same as the King's Cross Station in his memory, except that the platforms were empty and the tracks in the distance were swallowed up by white mist.

The entire station was empty, and even the god of death, who was said to be in charge of coming and going, was nowhere to be seen.

Les lowered his head and was shocked to find that his hands were covered with dense scales. Looking behind him, he found that his legs were gone and turned into a snake's tail.

He touched his cheek and found that it was indeed covered with scales.

So what is presented here is the form of his soul? Rice had a flash of enlightenment in his mind, and he felt that this made sense.

If I choose to become a ghost now, my appearance will be terrifying even among ghosts.

After swimming two steps forward, Les found that he was quite adapted to this half-snake body. If he hadn't looked down, he would not have noticed the changes in his body.

After wandering aimlessly for a few steps, Rice fell into thinking: What should he do next?

Rice was stumped by this question. He found a chair and sat down, and began to think seriously.

There is no previous experience to draw on in this field, so I have to rely on my own exploration. The situation described by Godric is too long ago and has no reference value at all.

After thinking for a while, Rice's thoughts gradually drifted away and his brain was rarely empty.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of a train whistle woke Les up from his daze and brought him back to reality.

Les saw a train breaking through the fog in the distance and stopping at the platform of King's Cross Station.

With a creak, the train compartment door slid open automatically.

A hunch emerged in Les's mind.

Driven by intuition, he boarded the train.

The carriage was completely empty, with no one in it.

Before he started to explore, Les heard another whistle from the front of the train. After the whistle blew, the train did not start immediately, but stayed on the platform with the door open for a minute, as if giving the passengers on the train time to regret getting off, or as if giving the passengers on the platform a last chance to board the train.

A minute later, the door slowly closed, the train body trembled, and began to move slowly.

Les leaned towards the door and stared at King's Cross Station.

As the train accelerated, the station was gradually left behind and drove into thick white fog. Rice's vision was blocked by the white fog and soon he could no longer see the shadow of the station.

Rice suddenly realized a terrifying question: If the form of the people arriving at the station is the posture of the soul, then those wizards who made Horcruxes...

Their form should be disabled, right?

So can they really get on the train? If they fail to get on the train within the stipulated time, will the train arrive again after it leaves?

This is why wizards who make Horcruxes cannot be reincarnated. Rice felt as if he had gained valuable new knowledge.

In the past, I only knew the results but not the reasons. Now, I can explain the principles clearly.

Unless the Horcrux is destroyed, the wizard who created it will not be truly dead.

But when the Horcruxes are destroyed and they really die, their souls that come to the world between coming and going are incomplete. Such souls cannot embark on the train of reincarnation and can only be trapped here and become nutrients between coming and going.

At this time, the train was running at full speed.

Rice walked around the corridor and found that there was no one on the train. There was no driver even in the cockpit at the front of the train. The train was completely "unmanned".

"The Muggles' science fiction fantasies have been realized here." Les muttered, and then he remembered the crappy spell invented by Rowena.

He found a seat and sat down, looking at the white world outside the car window.

"Muggle mythology mentions that after death, people either go to heaven or hell - look at this white mist, am I going to heaven?" Rice was almost amused by his own joke.

If someone like him could go to heaven, it only meant one thing: Godric Gryffindor had opened a shared account for himself in heaven and given himself a portion of his merits.

After daydreaming for a while, Les noticed that some white mist began to seep in from the gaps in the train carriages.

Rice felt that this white mist was not a good thing and subconsciously felt a little repulsed.

Sure enough, as soon as the mist came into contact with his skin, wisps of white smoke began to emerge from his scales, and it seemed as if they had become part of the white mist.

However, this process is not painful at all. Instead, it feels like taking a shower in the summer.

Les:!

His first reaction was to drive away the fog and seal the carriage. But when he was about to do it, he found that he seemed to have lost the ability to cast magic.

"Now I can really empathize with Voldemort." Les smiled bitterly, and for the first time he experienced how Voldemort felt when he had his magical powers banned.

However, since the scales on his body were quite strong, the white mist couldn't do anything to him for a while.

"Hmm?" Looking at the white mist that was eroding his body, Rice suddenly realized something.

A thousand years ago, there was an underworld in the world, but some of the dead would be reincarnated, while others would fall into the underworld. What was the difference? In other words, does this train have an end?

Thinking of this, Les immediately stood up and opened the window of the car completely.

White mist suddenly rushed in and filled the box.

Rice immersed his whole body in the mist, allowing it to erode his scales. Worried that he would not have enough time, he took the initiative to tear off the scales on his body.

If given a choice, Rice would definitely choose reincarnation. If he fell into the underworld, he would never know when he could regain his freedom.

Les acted decisively. When he felt the train start to slow down, he had almost merged into the white mist, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

'Fortunately, I'm one step ahead.' Les thought before his consciousness completely faded.

The white fog has submerged the train, but it does not affect the train's continued movement.

Finally, the train came out of the fog and entered a new platform. At this time, the white fog in the carriage had completely dissipated.

Unlike King's Cross Station, this new platform is staffed, but these people look a little different from ordinary people.

A conductor wearing a conductor's uniform, standing like a human but with three dog heads, walked onto the train and carefully patrolled the carriage.

He did not miss any corner. During the search, the three heads and six eyes were wide open and the three noses were twitching. It was obvious that he was taking a two-pronged approach and would not miss anything.

A voice came from outside the car.

"Three-headed dog, you must search carefully. If we miss anyone, neither you nor I can bear the responsibility!"

"Got it." The three-headed dog muttered in dissatisfaction: "So much nonsense!"

I have three heads! How could I miss someone?

At the same time, a streak of light flashed in the white fog outside the station and rushed towards the world of the living in the distance.

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