Hogwarts: The Book of Laws

It doesn't feel that way as Lean distills the soul of Charlie's gang. But now that just four wizards have attracted so much attention from the God of Death, this has to make Lien think a lot.

However, Lien did not have the habit of spitting out the food he ate in his mouth. He continued to input magic power, and the souls of the four people quickly turned into soul sons and placed them on the ground.

Li En picked up the soul son and put it in his pocket, and then Li En entered the box world.

He had some ideas that he needed to communicate with Anderson.

Anderson is talking to Alina at the moment. After getting the magic book, Alina will pick up the book and read it non-stop whenever she has free time.

But magic is so mysterious, and the book Lien gave me doesn't have any notes, so it's still a little difficult to understand it yourself. Since Li En was not here, An Lina had no choice but to bravely ask the undead bone dragon.

At first, Alina thought Anderson was as evil as the undead in the story, but after contacting him, she discovered that this was not the case. Instead, Alina was impressed by Anderson's erudition.

And Anderson also found a trace of the joy of being a teacher in An Lina. Although Rean lacks some experience, he possesses the Book of All Laws and is far stronger in some aspects than Anderson, who escaped from the tribe halfway.

Seeing Li En come in, Alina bowed to Li En and then turned back into the manor. Although she still had many doubts in her mind that she didn't understand, she also knew that if there was nothing necessary, Lean would not come in to see Anderson at this time.

Anderson was also a little surprised. Since he was summoned, Rean hadn't come to see him in the middle of the night.

"Anderson, what do you think about the God of Death?" Rean asked the question he was most concerned about without any nonsense.

"Why do you ask?" Anderson glanced at Lien with magic.

"Hell, why do you smell like death?" Anderson's soul fire trembled, and his words were full of shock.

"According to my previous memory, the gods of death are all a group of people who occupy the pit and do nothing. Because every living thing will usher in its own death, they can harvest a large number of souls by eating and drinking every day, thus receiving gifts from the world."

"It's just a pity that this is not a good job." Anderson's tone was filled with ill intentions. "If you want to transcend, the first thing you should do is to fight the God of Death until he is convinced."

"But then again, what did you do to make the God of Death cast the power of death on you?"

Lean told what he had done, causing Anderson to nod.

"It's no wonder, snatching the soul from the God of Death is indeed not an easy task."

"By the way, did your previous world have resurrection spells?"

"Yes." Anderson said matter-of-factly.

This time it was Lien's turn to be silent.

"Don't you need to steal your soul from the God of Death for your resurrection?"

"No." Anderson scratched his head with his paw, "It's not like you won't die after resurrection. After death, the soul doesn't go to the God of Death. It's just that I borrow it for a while and give you some benefits."

"If the resurrected person has transcended, as I said just now, the first step to transcend is to beat the God of Death. I don't think he has the courage to provoke a transcended person."

"So in general, it is not difficult to borrow a soul from the God of Death. But for someone like you who has borrowed something but never repaid it, it is no wonder that the God of Death would plant the power of death in you."

Anderson also didn't expect that Lean would have this method of tempering other people's souls to strengthen his own. This kind of magic has quite a lot of side effects.

Thinking of this, Anderson glanced at Lien worriedly, unsure whether he should persuade him or not.

After all, wizards who use this method to improve their strength are basically self-willed and arrogant wizards. Isn’t it inappropriate to go and persuade him now?

Lean saw Anderson glance over at him from time to time. After he looked over, Anderson turned his head to the side, not knowing what Anderson was thinking.

"This method doesn't have any side effects, so you don't need to worry."

"This is impossible!" Anderson shouted in surprise.

He has already thought about how terrifying this method would be once it became popular.

"Don't worry, Anderson, in this world, I am the only one who knows this method. And I won't let the second person know."

Anderson nodded. This method really shouldn't be known to the second person. What one person knows is called top secret, what two people know is called secret, and what three people know is public information.

This method of improving strength without any side effects should undoubtedly be classified as top secret, and no one should tell anyone close to it at will.

"Does this power of death have any effect?" Lien asked the question he wanted to ask most when he entered the box world.

Anderson pondered for a moment, thought for a moment, and said solemnly: "This is a warning. If there is a next time, the God of Death can follow this power of death to find you. And the power of death, for living people, It’s an absolute poison that will keep you in trouble.”

"But everything has two sides. While it has shortcomings, it also has advantages. You can understand the power of death in yourself, and to a certain extent, you can even replace it."

"Although in our world, being a god of death is not a good job, but in this rising main world, it is not bad to have the identity of a god of death."

Anderson suggested: "Your strength will rise as the world rises. When the world stops rising, you can just leave it to others."

Lean rolled his eyes. The God of Death was in Anderson's mouth like a cabbage in the vegetable market. If it doesn't taste good, just throw it to others.

"Let's not talk about the God of Death for the moment. Whether I can defeat the God of Death now is hard to say."

"The God of Death in this world is very strange. He once made the Three Holy Artifacts of Death, but what makes me strange is that the things made by the God are not so weak."

"So there is a high probability that this God of Death is not as strong as you think, and the power of death he exerts on you is a good opportunity to counter-track."

"Okay, let's do this for now. Is there any way to get rid of that bad luck?" Lien sighed. This power of death is good for everything, except that it brings bad luck.

The God of Death is not the God of Doom, so why does it have this effect?

For a moment, Lien had the idea of ​​removing this power of death. Rean has always stayed away from these probabilistic things. He is not betting on dogs, nor does he want to bet.

Anderson was silent for a moment, scratched his head with his claws, and made a tooth-piercing sound. Li En listened for a while and suddenly felt that his teeth were extremely sore.

"Okay, if there's no other way, forget it."

Lean felt that if he stayed there any longer, his teeth would be chipped away.

When Lien returned to the manor, he first asked Zhinao to boil some water for him and took a good bath. In any case, when he thought that he had such an unlucky thing as the power of death, Lien felt like taking a shower.

After washing, Li En lay down on the bed and slept until dawn.

Early the next morning, Lean climbed out of bed. Outside the window, Anderson had started a new day's work, while nine other people were also busy in the manor.

Arriving at the restaurant, Polita immediately got out. After asking Lien what he wanted to eat, he returned to the kitchen and started working.

Rean also took this opportunity to read through the books about the God of Death that he took out from the study room.

Although most of these are legends and biographies, there may be some important information.

Half an hour later, Polita brought breakfast, and Lean also took advantage of this time to read half of the book in his hand. As Lien expected, this book only talks about things that are well-known to the public, and the rest are all speculations.

This book is more like a collection of the author's own conjectures than a biography or even a storybook.

With some regret, Rean put down the book in his hand, picked up the spoon and ate the breakfast in his bowl.

Today's breakfast was millet porridge with a side of bacon. Originally, Lien wanted to eat pickles, but they were not pickled in advance in the manor, so he had to settle for the next best thing.

After finishing breakfast, Lien read the remaining half of the book, and then went to the study room to change another book with regret.

Although there are very few books about the God of Death, thanks to the names of the Three Deathly Hallows, there are quite a few books on this topic.

In the next two days, Li En searched for knowledge in this area. It's a pity that the Book of Ten Thousand Laws has transformed into other books and cannot be read in a short while, otherwise Lien would not be like this.

Putting the last book back on the bookshelf, Rean pressed his temple.

After reading so many books in two days, I came to only one conclusion, and that is that none of the wizards who have been in contact with death seem to have a good ending - except for Mr. Potter's ancestors.

"Maybe there is some secret to that invisibility cloak." Rean said to himself.

I looked at the calendar and saw that Christmas was just around the corner.

"Go back, I'm a little tired."

Lien thought for a while and said this. After all, although the box world and the tent are very comfortable, they are not their own home after all, and they cannot make themselves feel at ease.

Lien explained everyone in the manor and left the box world.

After coming out of the box world, Lien immediately noticed something was wrong. There seemed to be roars of wild animals around his tent, but they were lower than normal roars.

Lean suddenly used a "magic vision", and sure enough, three sources of magic outside appeared in Lean's eyes.

They kept circling around Lien's tent, and from time to time they rushed up and touched the tent, causing the tent's defensive magic to flash.

It's just that this kind of attack is neither painful nor itchy to the tent's defensive spell, and it can't break through the tent at all.

And Rean's automatic machine gun forgot to add bullets after running out of bullets last time. So at this time, the automatic machine gun was pointing at these three magic sources, but not a single bullet was fired.

Quietly poking his head out of the tent, Lien saw three strange bird creatures surrounding his tent.

They have iron-like feathers, sharp beaks, and four sharp-looking claws.

"Griffin? Damn it, why does this kind of thing appear here?"

Lien felt strange. Logically speaking, griffons would not appear in such a cold and desolate place. Their habits made it impossible for them to survive here.

Moreover, griffins have always lived in pairs since they found their partners when they were young. There have never been three together.

But the fact was before Lean's eyes, and the three griffons truly appeared in front of Lean.

After thinking for a while, Lien, who had no idea, could only attribute it to the bad luck brought about by the inexplicable power of death in his body.

But now there is no way. It seems that these three griffons have no intention of giving up, so Lien has no choice but to find a way to kill them.

Before the gryphon noticed him, Lien retracted his head.

The weak point of the griffin is its soft belly. Usually when flying, they will use their four claws to protect their belly to avoid attacks from below.

The rest of the place is covered by his iron-like feathers, which cannot be penetrated by ordinary magic.

But will what Lien releases be ordinary magic?

Coming out of the tent, Rean immediately attacked the three griffons.

Three arc-shaped threads of red light flew toward the griffin. One of them reacted quickly and spread its wings in time, wanting to fly into the sky.

But the speed was not fast enough, four legs were cut off by the silk thread, and the heads of the other two were cut off by the silk thread.

The still-living griffin raised its neck, roared, and sped up to fly into the sky.

Scarlet blood dripped continuously along his limbs, dyeing the entire snow red.

Not far away, a piercing scream came.

Lean looked over and found a Muggle in heavy clothes slumped on the ground, staring stupidly at the gryphon in the sky, his mouth still opening and closing as if he was saying something.

"I have a headache." Lien slapped his face, suddenly feeling that this God of Death might as well change his profession and become the God of Doom.

Another spell knocked down the gryphon that was flying precariously in the air, and Lean flashed in front of the Muggle.

Before the Muggle could say anything, Rean had already used "Forget All" to modify his memory.

Then he used a cleaning spell to clean up the dirt and snow that he had just touched while sitting on the ground, and finally packed away the griffin's body.

Rean looked at everything in front of him that had returned to its original state, nodded with satisfaction, and then apparated to his forest cabin.

The hut is still the same as before, and there is not a fallen leaf in front of the door. It seems that Pudding comes back often to clean it.

Raising his hand, Lien temporarily opened a passage through the defensive formation, and walked into his home that he had been away from for half a year.

Everything in the cabin was extremely clean, not a trace of dust accumulated. Nothing has changed, even Ryan himself left yesterday.