NOVEL NEXT Chapter 508 Black Death vs Pale Death
"Is this really necessary?"
Harry's voice trembled, sounding very cowardly.
But the face exposed to the firelight revealed bloodthirsty excitement.
The snow-white teeth seemed to become sharp and wild.
Because he had already grasped the sword.
The sword of Gryffindor, made by goblins, absorbed countless spirits of the dead, and tempered with the blood of the white wizard's heart.
Only black wizards above the green level can bear it without being backfired and their essence and blood dried up.
The black and red silk-like polymer of death, blood, and murderous aura wrapped Harry's whole body, forming a set of gorgeous heavy armor that oozed blood. The beautiful sword body suddenly extended and turned into a huge knight's sword.
"Is this the legendary Knight of Scourge? Only Godric Gryffindor can reproduce this posture." As Grindelwald's voice fell, the blue devil flames that spread across the entire mountain range gathered towards the center with a bang, and a knight riding a giant dragon spewing devil flames and holding a huge knight's spear appeared in the original place, "You are really a freak."
After inserting the bone staff into the reserved hole in the hilt, the red knight suddenly disappeared in the original place.
When he appeared again, with a sharp sound of air being cut open that could break the eardrum, the knight's sword shining with a blood-like sticky scarlet color had appeared in front of the blue dragon knight.
After the teeth-grinding metal collision sound, the earth was broken like rotten wood.
Ron and Black Hermione quickly Apparated a mile away.
The mountains that were previously hidden in the clouds have turned into canyons.
Even though they were so far away, the harsh roar still seemed to ring in my ears, the earth shook, and from time to time there were scarlet sword shadows and azure gun shadows that cut through the sky and tore the earth.
The glowing mist attracted by the strong aura of the wizards all dissipated the moment they approached.
"What a madman!" Ron shivered.
In his imagination, the kind elder who should have used the warm Avatar to soothe their tired bodies and souls turned into a crazy old man who intended to die with them.
"He is deliberately seeking death." Black Hermione's eyes were red.
"Is your head damaged?" Ron forgot his fear for a moment.
"Wizard killers are immune to magic. Only weapons shaped by Transfiguration and physical attacks made by objects controlled by spells can cause effective damage." Black Hermione said, "These devil flames can't hurt Harry at all. It's just equivalent to magic condensing and hitting people."
If White Harry knew what Black Hermione said, he would definitely say dirty words like Merlin's pants.
Because Grindelwald was holding the Destiny Rod, the weapon of the God of Death.
It has the power to kill everything.
The magic it releases is also.
Grindelwald really wanted to kill him.
Even though Harry conveyed his feelings and the words Dumbledore said to him to Grindelwald during the clash.
But Grindelwald just attacked more fiercely.
"I will let this world be buried with Albus!"
This bastard doesn't care about the end of the world at all, he just wants to burn the world!
The Blue Knight threw out the Knight's Gun.
Harry didn't dodge, because it was useless. The Knight's Gun transformed into the Rod of Destiny had already locked him. This was already a predetermined fate and fact.
He could only-
The clanging sound of metal collisions resounded through the earth again.
The Knight's Gun transformed into a meteor and disappeared into the sky.
Harry didn't take the opportunity to counterattack. He knew that the Rod of Destiny had already combined with his user at the level of destiny.
In the thousands of clashes before, it has been confirmed countless times.
The Gungnir-like Gungnir in the myth will appear out of thin air again when he thinks his opponent is unarmed.
Harry just pondered.
Pondering how to kill his opponent.
Did Dumbledore really not know that his lover was a lunatic?
Dumbledore, who had the third eye and even predicted the end of the world, really didn't see this scene.
Holding the Gryffindor sword that had been broken and turned into a giant sword, he urged his brain to find a chance to win.
And the dragon knight on the opposite side, the breath of the dragon under his crotch was constantly killing everything around, turning into the purest death magic, and pouring into the knight's body.
Time is on his side.
Even fate.
He just needs to wait.
Wait for the freak who killed Albus on the opposite side to launch an offensive.
Kill him, or be killed by him.
'Haven't you noticed yet, Potter kid, you don't have much time. '
In the sight of Grindelwald, the owner of the fate stick, the dark cloud representing the fate of death above Harry's head is about to cover him completely.
When it is completely covered, it is the time when the fate stick pierces through and ends the fate of Harry Potter.
Across the way.
Harry is still thinking and recalling.
The principal's office.
"Dumbledore, it's also the Deathly Hallows, why can it only be invisible?"
"I can't tell you its secret. Every owner of the Hallows is a Silence Person, who must protect the secret of the Hallows. You can only discover it yourself."
On the high tower.
The old man who was pierced through the chest by the silver stag was dying.
He stumbled to the edge and fell.
"Harry, your last friend is death."
Through killing, he became a wizard killer again. Harry, who successfully inherited the invisibility cloak, had confusion and grief in his scarlet eyes.
"The last friend is death?" Harry suddenly felt something calling him.
The dragon knight sighed and raised the gun of fate. In his eyes, the dark cloud representing the destined death had covered Harry's whole body.
Death, death, death, death.
Harry seemed to hear the voices of countless dead people, singing the death hymn together.
He turned his head subconsciously.
The Spear of Destiny had already crossed the space and appeared behind him, piercing his body.
The scarlet heavy armor, the knight's sword, and the bone staff in the sword decayed instantly.
Holding the Spear of Destiny tightly with both hands, Harry, who was naked as when he was born, found his "afterbirth".
The silver-gray thing like liquid hidden in his lower abdomen and carried close to his body slid down to the land soaked with his blood.
The silver-gray monster that failed to successfully absorb the death of its master woke up completely.
In Harry's scarlet pupils that were about to spread, the silver-gray wave submerged him and the Spear of Destiny.
In the silver-gray amniotic fluid, new life was nurtured.
The dragon under the crotch of the Blue Knight, whose destiny and the rod of destiny were seized, had its armor disintegrated and fell heavily to the ground.
In the eyes of death, dark clouds were covering him.
The silhouette of an old man wearing a moon-white robe and half-moon lenses loomed.
"Albus, you win."
In the distance.
"It's over?" Ron looked at the canyon.
Crack --
The next second, he and Black Hermione appeared at the edge of the canyon.
"He's there!" Black Hermione stretched out a black finger and pointed at the only figure in the canyon -- + an old man with short white hair and heterochromatic eyes -- Getler Grindelwald.
Crack --
"Where's Harry!?" x2
The two who had Apparated to Grindelwald asked hurriedly.
Grindelwald looked at the silver-gray light cocoon that only he could see.
He didn't explain because he didn't have time.
"Help me. Help me tell that kid that the Rod of Destiny is the embodiment of death - the power of death, the Resurrection Stone is the cycle of life and death - the principle of death, and the Invisibility Cloak is the placenta of life - the body of death."
"I heard it." A pale arm cut through the air, and Harry walked out naked. "Only life that can flow even in the land of the dead can carry the power of death."
He probably understood why Dumbledore had to ask him to find Grindelwald.
Without the Rod of Destiny, he only had the Invisibility Cloak. Facing Voldemort who had the Resurrection Stone, he was destined to be the loser.
The principle of death can control the body of death.
The body of death can contain the power of death.
The power of death can defeat the principle of death and destroy the cycle of life and death.
The Deathly Hallows restrain each other.
And the reason why Grindelwald was not allowed to solve Voldemort may be because Voldemort was not just the owner of the Deathly Hallows.
He was also the agent of death itself, the Lord of the Land of the Dead.
"Just understand." Grindelwald closed his eyes completely.
"Harry you--" Because of her black skin, Black Hermione could hardly see that she blushed.
"Your eyes." Ron was concerned about other things.
Harry's eyes had now turned the same pale color as his skin, and so did his hair.
But it didn't look creepy, but had a strange sense of holiness.
It was like the embodiment of death, the pale god of death.
Ron shuddered, maybe it was his illusion, he didn't see any human emotions from it.
"My strength and heart."
Little Hangleton, whose hair, whites of the eyes, pupils, and skin had all turned black, looked to the northwest, "The mistake is finally going to be corrected. Foreign objects that shouldn't exist."
"What?" the rat-faced man asked.
"Avada eats big melons." A green light flashed.
The rat-faced man thought it was a reward from his master, so he straightened his chest and raised his head, and even had time to tidy up his bangs.
However, the next second, this spell that should not have been fatal turned into a deadly poison.
Boom——
The rat-faced man fell stiffly on the cold stone slab.
"What's going on?"
In the Leaky Cauldron, in room 1334, Harry opened his eyes.
As a cosmic knight, he adjusted his small universe to the shape of this universe, and something suddenly approached him with his body in the center.
Then, there were panicked voices outside the window.
"Help!"
"Where are the wizard guards?"
"Someone come to save us!"
Harry appeared on the street in an instant.
The phenomenon called the Glow Mist by this world also completely enveloped Diagon Alley.
It did not swallow Diagon Alley, but turned into a wall with no way out.
It blocked all the wizards who wanted to leave here.
Floo Network, Apparition did not work.
A fat witch tried to push in the wizard guard who looked like Harry, and the crackling sound that followed proved that this was not a prank.
Of course, there were also people who wanted to break in directly without thinking.
But they were all controlled by Harry.
This wall naturally couldn't control Harry, and he appeared in Charing Cross Road in the next second.
The street was still busy.
If the senses of the microcosm were not used, the Leaky Cauldron and Diagon Alley behind it would disappear out of thin air.
Harry seemed to have become an ordinary person, and the magical world completely disappeared in his world.
Diagon Alley, Hogwarts, and Hogsmeade Village, where only wizards lived, disappeared directly.
And the village where wizards and humans lived together, from a high altitude, was missing more than half.
But the humans in it knew nothing, as if their world was still intact.
"What is going on?"
The next second, Harry appeared in Hogwarts again.
"All students, stand back. Stone piers, move out!"
Professor McGonagall waved her wand.
Stone statues in armor waved their weapons and blocked the edge of the white fog across the bridge.
Led by Snape and the Carrows, the students stayed in the hall that had been cleared in an orderly manner, holding wands made of bones, with extremely resolute expressions on their faces.
"Trouble." Harry sighed.
One body turned into two, two turned into three, three turned into four
All the small black dots that should have existed but disappeared in the senses, one by one, in the isolated islands wrapped in the glowing fog, Harry's figure appeared.
Including little Hangleton.
The Black Death looked up.
There was no reaction to the sudden appearance of Harry.
Feeling the dark life in front of Tom Riddle and the white fog that occupied and surrounded him, the power was completely opposite but essentially the same.
Harry frowned, "Are you the culprit? Voldemort?"
The power of other incarnations began to gather on this body.
"Voldemort didn't exist in the beginning," the Black Death didn't even raise his eyebrows, "Life that is not on the trial list, please don't hinder me from saving the world."
"How to save it?" Harry asked.
"Let the foreign objects of nature return to where they should return." The Black Death said calmly.
"Wizards?" Harry frowned.
The Black Death nodded.
"What place are you talking about?" Harry asked.
"The Land of the Dead." The Black Death said.
While Harry and the Black Death were talking, White Harry was still on his way.
"Stop."
When Ron was surprised that the Dance of Light automatically avoided Harry like a tide, a voice came from it.
White Harry, who turned into a white robe, stopped.
"Enzo Avada, the inventor of the Killing Curse?" White Harry said the name of the living spirit in front of him as if he had predicted it.
"Honorable demigod, the transcendent of wizards, you can't move forward, it will only bring doomsday." Enzo Avada bowed.
"Retreat." The sacred word of death came out of White Harry's mouth.
The powerful living spirit decayed instantly.
Without a moment of mourning for Enzo Avada, the next to come were the three godslayers who dismembered the god of death - the Peverell brothers.
"Stop!"
"The end is ahead."
"Since you have seen the ancestors, why don't you bow."
"Antiochus, Cadmus, Ignotus, retreat."
This time White Harry seemed to speak more solemnly, and he also pointed out the names of the three people.
A moment later, the three brothers decayed.
Without a moment of mourning for the three Peverell brothers, the next to come was the wise Helbo, the inventor of the Horcrux.
"Can I know the reason? Your aggregation will only get out of control and endanger all mankind. Everything will not go as you planned."
Helbo is worthy of being a wise Helbo, and it seems that he hit the point at once.
A hint of humanity appeared on White Harry's face. "It doesn't matter. I'll become the god of death. Back off."
Helpo Xiumie showed an expression of sudden enlightenment.