Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18.

Chapter 319 The City of Black Iron ()

"I'm dying."

An old man with gray hair and a weathered face was sitting on the Iron Throne and talking softly.

His body had suffered severe trauma. His left arm was no longer visible, and half of his left leg was missing. It was cut open from the middle. He had half of his soles, calves, thighs, and the position of his waist and abdomen. Is it because the piece of flesh on the edge is missing? The body covered by clothes cannot be seen.

The cut section of the leg was covered with small gray rock thorns like rocks, some of which were like barnacles on the bottom of a boat, densely rooted on it.

Very ugly and ferocious, these are the scars left by the abyss on him.

But at least he came back alive and went home alive.

"I didn't want to go and lie down in the tomb we built together, so I built this place for myself. I dug my own grave myself on an island far away from my homeland."

"But... I overestimated my energy."

The old man sighed softly, "I was bitten by the dog of the abyss. It was really heartbreaking."

Having said this, the old man smiled complicatedly and said, "If it hadn't been for an old guy who pushed me at the last moment, maybe I wouldn't have been able to come back."

"The life born from the condensation of world rules, even if it is a mentally retarded beast, is not a character that can be easily dealt with. I am very glad that we can kill it, otherwise after it is completely conceived, the breakthrough of the door is inevitable. "

"Even if we were still alive at that time, we would still have to embark on a wandering path, floating in the void with our last star core, not knowing whether we would be able to find a new home."

"At least I still have a hometown to die in, right?"

He said to himself, his eyes not stopping at the spectator's position, even though he knew that when someone saw this photo, that person would definitely be there.

"It's a pity that I can't die outside. Maybe it's because I hope to reunite with my friends in the world after death. Even if I can't bear it when I recall the tragedy at that time, I can't bear to be alone after leaving them." The death of solitude.”

"I hope there will be awakened people born after me. I know that we are just tools hatched by the world to protect it. This is our mission and destiny. If the abyss has not been completely killed, then we, as tools, will There must still be value in being needed.”

"I hope my successors can have an easier life than us. As seniors, we have dealt with most of your troubles. Your life should be easier, right?"

"Even though we are born with the fate of being used as tools, we are still human beings, and humans need to live a human life."

"Look at this party."

The old man smiled, with a touch of nostalgic memories on his face.

"How lively it is. I organized this. In the castle of my hometown, we gathered together and enjoyed fine wine and delicious food."

"I was originally a prince, but after I returned from the abyss, what I saw was a devastated land. My father died hundreds of years ago. Perhaps this castle that has withstood the flames of war is the last thing in my memory. I took it as a souvenir, but I actually can’t remember what it looked like.”

The old man said some small words, the expression on his face became softer and his voice became softer.

"I should leave, find my old friends, and stay with them. We were friends who attended banquets together. In the world after death, we may no longer be able to taste the mellowness of wine and the sweetness of food, but we can be together If you do, it will make you feel a little less lonely."

"Maybe someone will find this."

The old man raised his head and smiled in the direction of Harry and Fleur, "I'm sorry that I didn't leave any treasures worth collecting. All that's left is this small town that has not been completed and does not need to be completed."

"It's probably a little inappropriate to give away the cemetery, haha!" He smiled, his expression much livelier than before, "Although there are no precious belongings, there are some interesting gadgets."

"I hope you can also find fun in it, latecomers."

The old man stretched out his fingers and tapped lightly on the Iron Throne, and a portal opened up on the Black Iron Throne, leading to nowhere.

"The magic barrier is open to me."

After the old man's image dissipated, Harry clearly felt the difference from before. The magic barrier that had been vaguely suppressing him was completely released, but he couldn't control it. After all, this city belonged to the old man himself. The half-finished tomb was built with no intention of giving it away, no time for further improvement, and no intention of continuing to complete it. Now, thousands of years later, this thing is just a lump of pure iron weighing millions of tons, and it is only worth a scrap iron seller. Even if he was given money, Harry didn't really like asking for it.

But he was quite concerned about what the old man called 'interesting gadgets'.

"That old man is the Awakener Wizard, right?"

Fleur had some curiosity on her face, although she knew Harry was too, but this was the first time she had seen such a photo from a thousand years ago.

"How amazing!" She held Harry's arm and said softly, "If we leave an image like this in the future, will our great-great-great-grandchildren be able to see it?"

"Why great-great-grandchildren?" Harry lowered his head and sniffed the hair on Fleur's head, then bent slightly and touched her forehead with his forehead.

"Because I asked sister Daenerys, we can be together for a long, long, long, long time, so..."

Fleur, who was hugging Harry's neck, jumped lightly, her slender and powerful legs wrapped around his waist, and the face-to-face gaze made the tight space between the two people warm up slightly, and the girl's delicious body fragrance lingered on the tip of her nose. .

It seemed that there was no need to continue the unfinished words. They listened to each other's heartbeats and already understood all the meanings.

After a moment of charm, the armrest of the Iron Throne was lightly tapped by two fingers, and the iron-gray awakener magic flipped the invisible switch.

The black iron throne revealed countless separated gaps at this moment, and it was quickly spliced ​​into a door. The glimmer of magic rippled in the empty door, weaving into a scene of water waves.

This is a tomb that should be dark and lightless, but it is not empty. Compared to the Black Iron City above, this place is filled with 'toys' that the unknown senior had originally prepared for himself.

Harry didn't know what the world after death was like, but that senior should have some idea. Unlike the ghosts who lingered in the world and were tortured in the gap between life and death, the world after death should be Lonely, quiet, dark, and cold, everything here was once a toy prepared by the senior to kill the loneliness that would drive him crazy after death.

But what should be a dark space is brightly lit!

The magic flame is burning here, and the light shining in front of you illuminates this place to every detail!

Around a black iron giant that is more than 400 meters high and requires people to look up, magic elevators that automatically rise and fall stand densely. The busy crowd is trying their best to study the mysterious lines all over the black iron giant's body.

The light blue flow of magical light lit up the tens of thousands of square meters of ground, drawing a staggeringly precise giant alchemical array.

When two strange figures, a man and a woman, appeared from the sky and slowly landed on the ground, countless eyes focused on them.

"Hand over your weapons! Put your hands on your head! You are arrested for breaking into a confidential research area of ​​the Ministry of Magic!"

"This is the Australian Commonwealth Ministry of Magic."

Although the reaction seemed to be a beat slow, within two or three seconds of their arrival, a dark group of wizards immediately surrounded them on high alert. Their cold muzzles were pointed at the heads of the two people, and their fingers were already on the scene. On the trigger.

(End of this chapter)