I wield a sword at Hogwarts

The God of Death mocked: "You are just talking in your sleep."

Voldemort will die and be defeated by other wizards because Dumbledore is here.

But John's next words directly shattered Death's smile.

He stared at the God of Death and said calmly: "I will help him, help him escape death and gain eternal life."

"John, you..." Harry couldn't believe it.

The next second, John stared at the God of Death, adding a bomb to the convincingness of his words.

He said calmly: "I made the Philosopher's Stone."

Now, the speed of the train reached its extreme speed.

The scenery outside also changed, from being completely blank to sometimes flashing white mist that resembled human figures.

Death was silent.

Magic stone?

Is it the magic stone from first grade?

Harry tried hard to read the expression on John's face, but he failed.

After a moment of silence, the God of Death asked: "You can't make it at your current level."

"In the magical world, there is no shortage of miracles." John said disapprovingly.

Death seemed convinced, saying, "No one has ever threatened me."

John smiled calmly, "This is a deal, not a threat."

According to John, then Voldemort's immortality is not impossible.

At the very least, Voldemort could easily live for hundreds of years.

With the Horcrux and the Philosopher's Stone, not even the God of Death can get his soul.

This is something that is not allowed for the God of Death.

For example, he once spent nearly a hundred years searching for the souls of the three brothers. The value of Voldemort in his eyes was extremely important.

"Okay, for your wisdom and courage, I am willing to complete this deal." The god of death stretched out his skull-like hand.

Just as he once complimented the three brothers, he admired: "As a condition, I need the soul of Tom Marvolo Riddle."

John held the hand and his smile became a little weird.

He joked: "Actually, I just lied to you."

"Huh?" Death was confused.

John smiled meaningfully, "It turns out that even the God of Death cannot escape magic."

He wasn't sure before, after all, the God of Death had only been in contact once.

But judging from the performance of the God of Death, he was sure that the God of Death could not kill Voldemort with external force.

Death cannot personally intervene in this world.

That means that the God of Death is still within the scope of magic and abides by the rules.

And as long as it's within the scope of magic...

The hands they held had a golden thread wrapped around them on the backs of both hands.

"What are you doing?" Death asked.

John smiled, "Have you forgotten, I am an alchemist."

"Of course we need to find a qualified notary."

On top of the entwined golden threads, a tree shape formed by circles and lines appeared on the backs of both hands.

"Monomon?!"

Death's voice changed its tone.

"Unfortunately, my teacher is the administrator of the Monomon Gate at this time."

John smiled particularly brightly, "I took it upon myself to take it as an equal exchange for your promise just now."

Their hands were locked tightly, and even the God of Death was a little panicked at this moment.

The god of death who once played tricks on the three brothers was now played by a wizard.

He had no intention of fulfilling his promise normally, just like the trap he set for the three brothers.

But now, he was defeated by an army.

As the alchemist's highest secret, the Gate of Things, even the God of Death cannot break the rules of the transaction.

If you could see the face of Death, it must be very ugly.

John said: "I, John Wick, will use Voldemort's soul as a condition in exchange for the soul of Heinrich Edgar, an equal exchange, and the Gate of Things will serve as a contract."

Two doors appeared above the two shaking hands, and his words turned into a contract, entwining their hands.

Harry's eyes widened, John actually wanted to exchange for Heinrich's soul.

Could it be!

Do you want to resurrect him? !

He couldn't believe it, magic couldn't bring the dead back to life.

Even first-year Hogwarts students know this.

"You actually know this ancient magic." The God of Death truly sighed from the bottom of his heart this time.

This is a very ancient magic that basically no one knows about.

But John had the most powerful alchemist teacher in history.

He himself has been to the Gate of Things twice.

Under the gazes of John and Harry, Death nodded slowly.

The contract entangled in their hands disappeared, and a roll of parchment appeared in front of them.

Death picked up the contract and stuffed it into his robe.

Just when Harry thought everything was over, Death sneered, "You are indeed a smart man, John Wick, but you forget that playing with death never ends well."

"Don't worry about that." John said calmly.

The train slowed down, and Death stood up and waved his hand.

The train stopped at a station covered with fog, and Death stepped off the train.

Outside the window was a foggy world, and Harry seemed to see a couple waving to him.

As he tried to see clearly, the train started moving again.

John's body, which had been tense, could finally relax at this moment.

His palms were sweaty, and even he could only pretend to be calm when facing the legendary God of Death.

The scenery outside turned into a familiar place, like the road they took to Hogwarts.

However, there is no railroad track ahead, only a dead end.

When Harry found out, he screamed.

"Oops, there's no way ahead!"

The train was completely unmanned and rushed towards a dead end.

The God of Death will disgust them after he leaves.

John shrugged and muttered, "Childish temper."

Holding Harry down, he took out a black feather from his pocket and gave it to Harry to hold.

The train was less than a kilometer away from the dead end, only a matter of seconds.

John was not nervous at all, in stark contrast to Harry.

As the train falls off a cliff, John reveals a locket from his collar.

After opening it, there was a black stone inside.

He smiled and said, "Have a nice trip, Harry."

A white light occupied the pupils.

…

Chapter 377 I touched a taboo

The flow of time in the trance is different.

From the outside, it doesn't look like much time has passed.

John opened his eyes and almost slipped out of his wand.

Voldemort's face was livid across from him, and something similar to debris could be seen floating on his body.

The fairy music was singing, and John's right hand was still controlling Harry.

Harry also woke up from the trance, but he was still confused.

John took a deep breath, communicated with the stars in the dome of the Ministry of Magic, and increased the magic infusion.

The huge magic power was like a colorful rainbow light, hitting the three people heavily.

As the main carrier, John's body was under tremendous pressure.

But Voldemort was no better.

"What are you going to do?" Voldemort looked at John reluctantly.

He couldn't let go. If he let go, he would become the target of this huge magic power.

With Dumbledore outside, there was no way he could escape.

John grinned and said, "Do what you didn't do."

The golden cup hanging next to him flew to his head, absorbing the huge magic power.

John's eyes flashed with blackness, and he looked monstrous.

"The stars shine on the way home."

He suddenly raised his right hand and grabbed the golden cup. Under the pouring magic power, golden sand flowed out of the golden cup as if it was overflowing.

The sand keeps falling and the surrounding environment changes.

The Ministry of Magic was receding from the landscape at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The Hufflepuff Gold Cup that can carry everything, I invest my time and soul for you, and use magic as the furnace to start refining it!"

Ravenclaw's crown was placed on John's head, and hundreds of silver-white soul spheres flew out of the crown and fell into the golden cup.

"What on earth did he do? Why are there so many souls?" Lupine exclaimed.

They could all see what was going on inside, and they could all see what John was doing.

He manipulates time and sacrifices souls.

"He's touching the taboo." Dumbledore couldn't wait any longer.

Waving the Elder Wand, he attempted to break the magical realm.

But John didn't stop yet.

After being infused with time and soul, Hufflepuff's golden cup became as bright as a little sun.

"Stop it, John!" Dumbledore shouted.

However, everyone in the Star Club that Dumbledore had knocked down stood up at this moment.

"You..." Dumbledore was startled and said complicatedly, "Do you know what John Wick is doing?"