I wield a sword at Hogwarts

"I know Dumbledore's fear and dissatisfaction with me," John laughed to himself, "but before, I thought that no matter what happened to him, he would treat me equally until something happened."

He stared at Harry, silencing him.

"As for Heinrich, I..."

"Do not apologize."

John rubbed the bag of multi-flavor beans and the bag disappeared.

He stood up and said: "To tell you so much, I actually want to tell you that I am an expert when it comes to souls."

"There are some things I know better than Dumbledore."

"It's like, another soul in you."

"Another...soul?" Harry was dumbfounded, and suddenly felt like he was being eaten.

John closed his eyes, and many light balls emerged from his palms, each one looking like an elf.

After appearing, they flew around the station.

After a while, a rope appeared in John's hand.

He reached out and dragged, and a red-skinned child with a naked body curled up was dragged out.

The child was so weak that John was able to control it with just one soul.

Harry was startled when he was dragged in front of him.

"What's this?"

"This is Tom's soul," John said, looking at the fragile soul. "Do you still remember the diary we destroyed in the second grade?"

"Remember, it was there that I learned that Tom Riddle was Voldemort's name."

"To be precise, that Tom is a fragment of Voldemort's soul. He divided his soul into six pieces and made six Horcruxes."

John stepped forward and slowly stepped on the child with the sole of his shoe, causing him to let out an extremely high-pitched scream.

"Horcruxes are immortal, Voldemort is immortal, and this is one of them. You are the seventh Horcrux."

Harry couldn't bear it, but when he heard John's words, he was shocked, "You mean, I am a Horcrux? But I don't know when..."

"Your scar." John interrupted him and said, "On the night your parents died, Voldemort died at the same time, and part of his soul entered your body."

John looked at Harry in disbelief, and he gave a fatal blow, "This means that as long as you live, Voldemort will not die."

"No one would have thought, not even Voldemort, that the savior would be his life-saving talisman, let alone know that the noble savior is the container of the most evil magic."

"I think Dumbledore might know that your death can be exchanged for Voldemort's death."

The words were heart-wrenching, and Harry couldn't bear to accept it and fell down on the bench.

John looked at the train approaching in the distance. The whistle of the train came with smoke.

Harry looked back and asked doubtfully again: "What is that?"

"The arrival of an old friend."

John looked at the train and smiled.

The train stopped at the station and the doors opened.

Harry was a little confused and asked, "Should we go up, or not?"

"Of course you have to go up," John glanced at the child at his feet and said, "Take your ticket."

Harry looked at the child with disgust, he had no choice.

This place is too weird. If John can't follow him, he may never be able to go back in his life.

Picking up the child, the red color looked like someone had peeled off the skin.

It also felt slippery when he picked it up, which made Harry sick, and it was difficult to pick up.

John didn't take it seriously and walked to the car door and shouted to Harry, "You'd better hurry up, it's almost closing."

"Here we come." Harry felt excited and picked up the child.

Harry walked in just before the train closed.

He saw John walking in one direction and he hurriedly followed.

"Where does this lead?"

John glanced at Harry, thought of something, and snapped his fingers.

The clothes on his body turned into gorgeous robes, and there was an extra bow on the collar around Harry's neck.

"We are going to meet the beginning of the story and the end of the story."

John was walking in front, the train had already started, and the swaying car body was extremely stable under John's feet.

Harry was still holding the child in one hand and was stumbling along.

Passing by a carriage, there was no one inside.

It wasn't until two more sessions that I saw the first person.

Harry looked very strange when he saw the man.

There was obviously no one else, but that person was wearing a cloak like an invisibility cloak, with a hood on his head.

He couldn't see clearly what the man looked like, but he instinctively felt strange.

Because John said, this place is a wandering realm beyond life and death.

Why is there anyone here?

"We meet again," the hooded man spoke. Harry couldn't tell whether he was a man or a woman. "I seem to see you."

John walked over and sat down opposite the man.

Harry hesitated for a moment, then followed and sat down.

"That's probably because you read it right," John said with a shrug, "I thought there would be a lot of people like you there."

"Haha," the hooded man let out a deep laugh, "This is not a good job. Not many people like to do it."

"Dealing with death is never a good thing." The hooded man raised his head slightly.

Harry tried hard to look, but still couldn't see what was under the black hood.

"It's a stupid thing for you to wake up the dead, John Wick." The hooded man obviously didn't do anything, but the child in Harry's arms was breathing harder.

It's like dying in the next second.

John raised his hand and waved it in front of Harry, sighing and saying: "You have to collect money before the transaction has started. It's so unethical..."

"grim Reaper."

…

Chapter 376 I played with the God of Death

grim Reaper?

Unfamiliar words exploded in Harry's mind.

"You're greedy, John Wick."

The God of Death laughed deeply, "It is not a smart idea to negotiate terms with the God of Death."

"I am an alchemist," John leaned back in his chair and smiled. "Equivalent exchange is an unchanging theorem of alchemy."

Alchemists are far more persistent than merchants.

"You are indeed very interesting, John Wick." Death raised his hand, revealing the skeletal fingers under the robe.

Harry's body was cold and he held the child stiffly.

"Those who play with death will not be tolerated." John said something like a poem.

He looked at the child in Harry's arms and said, "You said this the last time we met."

"You want to use this as a trade?" Death said with interest, "This soul is very weak."

John shook his head and said, "Tom Marvolo Riddle."

Upon hearing Voldemort's name, Death stared at the child.

The child cowered in Harry's arms.

"You like to control the fate of powerful people."

A strange look flashed in John's eyes, and he said: "The bellicose boss, the arrogant second child, and the humble third child."

"The legend of the three brothers." Harry suddenly recalled the story.

Hermione pulled him to read this story when Dumbledore's Army gathered.

It just so happened that he remembered this.

Somehow, he felt that this story had some relevance to him.

"Tom Riddle played with death, and his soul should be your favorite."

After John finished speaking, he looked at Death.

The God of Death turned his gaze back from the child. His face couldn't be seen clearly through his hood, so he didn't know what his expression was. He said, "What do you want?"

He showed interest in Voldemort's soul.

John's palms were slightly sweaty, his eyes looked straight at the God of Death, and he said word by word: "Exchange of equal value."

"One person's soul for another soul?" Death said this.

Harry felt a pushing sensation on his back, forcing him to lean back in the chair.

He looked out the window. The originally slow-moving train accelerated. Although there was no scenery to speak of, it felt much faster.

It's Death.

Death stared at John with a cold voice, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"Do you want to be my next prey?"

Hearing these words, Harry felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

He turned to look at John, but saw that he was not afraid.

John smiled, as if he did not hear the danger contained in the voice of Death, "Of course I don't want to, but compared to an ordinary soul, the Dark Lord's soul is more attractive."

He said calmly: "Voldemort's soul sacrificed many souls to escape death. Theoretically, he can live forever."

John stretched out a finger and shook it, "This is the rule, a rule that you can't interfere with."

The God of Death is silent, because the God of Death cannot take the initiative to kill people.

Just like the story of the three brothers, even when he faced the three brothers, he never dealt with them directly.

Instead, they await their own death.

The gifted items made the eldest brother arrogant and belligerent, and finally died when another wizard cut his throat, while the second eldest brother was forced to commit suicide by his indifferent beloved.

The third child escaped death because of the invisibility cloak?

No, he has a humble heart.

If he uses the invisibility cloak to provoke other wizards, then he may also be stripped of the invisibility cloak and sent to the guillotine.

After all, there are ways to see through the invisibility cloak in the wizarding world, and Dumbledore can see through it with his naked eyes.

Moody's magic eye can also see through.

The third child survived because he stayed out of trouble.

This is different from his two brothers.

The God of Death said coldly: "Even so, how long do you think he can live?"

"long time."

"If you don't complete this deal, I can guarantee you he'll live a long time," John said.