All things are three at Hogwarts

"Huh? This is an opening that I didn't expect... But I don't think many people in the world can taste your craftsmanship. This is my honor..." Allen bowed politely and thought about it in his mind for a moment. He decided, and then straightened his back and said, "But I happened to be eating when I first came in. The food here is so easy to spoil... Do you want to go out to eat? Speaking of which, I also happen to have several unique desserts at home. …”

Allen, who has a Horcrux, doesn't care about a body, and he doesn't think the God of Death is a true god. At this time, using the method that Voldemort would use to protect his Horcrux, poisoning the cake is just to kill him. Once by myself.

"Oh, I didn't plan to hold a cooking competition..." Death God Haierbo said and snapped his fingers.

When the two of them were sitting across from each other eating brownies in Diagon Alley, a seat of similar shape appeared between them - although in this place where the sun could not be seen at all, the parasol in the middle became completely a furnishing and decoration. .

When the table and chairs were formed, the surface of the table was like boiling or bubbling mud in a swamp. From it, an energy sphere emerged with a blue light barrier just like Allen's.

After getting used to the initially dazzling and vibrant light, Allen saw that inside the shield sphere was actually a silver bowl with complex carvings in the ancient Greek style, and the outer ring of the vessel was inlaid with a ring of crystals. Those magic The energy of the shield is provided and maintained by these crystals.

There are a few snacks on the silver bowl that are a little too sweet for Alan, which are baklava made by Death himself. The top layer of meringue looks very thin and has the color of honey. You can see it from the side cut. The inside is filled with nut fillings, and a few pistachio nuts are exposed.

"Mr. Harris, you and Ms. Ravenclaw are indeed excellent in intelligence...these magic spells and alchemy. My proficiency in making strange objects is not in this area..." The finger of the god of death Herbo wore a large silver ring. Pointing to the shield glowing with blue light on Allen's body, he said in a hoarse and suppressed voice, "The essence of your transformation is the life-protecting spell attached to the necklace that represents the symbol of my death power sacred instrument. It did take me a while..."

"Mr. Haierbo, you are too modest. The research direction is different. We can't pick up a stone to make a resurrection stone or break a branch to make an elder wand..." Allen felt that he had eaten a little too much before he came in. Full and a little embarrassed, he just put his hand into the plate to hold the snack. He didn't intend to eat it yet, but he turned his attention to the God of Death, "Your new cloak doesn't look good either." It's not an ordinary product. I roughly identified it as reflecting most magic spells? Is it a mirror cloak? Fortunately, you can still get the materials to make it..."

"Aha, I know you have seen everything, but this is also a commendable vision... No wonder Mr. Harris, you can win the love of Ms. Ravenclaw... Even if she has been promoted to this state..." The fierce look of the God of Death The old man's face looked a little happy, "When I was still a mortal... I also collected a few scrolls. In fact, some of the scrolls in your set should be my original collection..." The old man used his hands to pull off his slightly glowing cloak. Holding it in front of Allen, "It is indeed a mirror cloak. The material... After all, you know I have time to collect... It is sometimes called "woven water". When the wearer is directly attacked by magic, its real magic The effect will be visible - all damage caused by the spell will be bounced away, but the wearer will not take any harm."

"Reflects all 'spell damage', but does not include incapacitating spells that do not have direct attack power, such as full-body binding spells, and those that rely on physical collision to attack by first changing something like Volley of Ten Thousand Bullets The spells are not resistant... Sorry, I have some snack oil on my hand..." Allen still held the snack in his hand, but he controlled the invisible mage's hand to pull him closer to him through the air, "But it's useful. You want to use such a thing to deal with me? It seems that my weight in your mind is heavier than I thought..."

Allen remained relaxed on the surface, emphasizing that he was not helpless with this thing, but he still felt very troublesome in his heart, because this creation would allow him to use many methods and even hit himself in turn.

"In the face of an outstanding wizard like you, if it is too boring to win the plane in the true form, Ms. Ravenclaw comes in person. I think she and I need to fight in that form, and after all, I have always been the same before. A wizard..." Haierbo was not stingy with his praise, "I have to admit that my mortal form will still affect my performance. Although the result will not change, I don't want to make myself too embarrassed to win... otherwise I will face Ms. Ravenclaw's Sometimes I would feel too embarrassed..." The god of death said something more animated on his lifeless face, "You have read the whole set and worn the full set of equipment. I think it is nothing for me, an old man, to add a coat?... Ah, please forgive me, Mr. Harris, I have delayed your taste with too many words... I'm sorry, you know I don't have many living guests here, I actually quite like chatting with you..."

Seeing that he couldn't change the subject in the end, Allen looked at the snacks in front of him that he didn't usually like that were too sweet. He guessed that if Dumbledore were here instead, a smile might appear on his face... The savior secretly Sighing, I couldn't help but think that this true god of the other party was too unprofessional. I was prepared to start a fight when they met, but now I received a kind invitation that was really hard to refuse...

Allen used his peripheral vision to fall on the God of Death, Helbo, and caught sight of the invitation gesture made by the other party and the anticipation on his originally aggressive-looking face. This reminded him of Anka feeding him raw rabbit meat when they first met. With a bird face - he noticed that the other party had pinched the snake head on his snake staff until he spat out the snake letter...

Unable to withstand the hospitality, Allen finally stretched out his long, pale hand, held the handle of the utensil, lowered his head, put half of his face into the shield, and took a big bite - the strong and sweet taste instantly took over. His tongue buds.

It's just that he was too full after eating before, and this high-calorie food seemed to be blocked in his throat. It was difficult for Allen to savor its taste. He pretended to smile with satisfaction and said 'emm... ' made a sound of admiration, and then put his hand on his belly to express satisfaction - but in fact it took a lot of effort to swallow it reluctantly.

The all-white brows of Hellbo, the god of death, frowned, and his eyes lost a little light and interest. He touched the vessel with his fingers with some regret.

"It doesn't seem to be to your taste?" The God of Death sighed, "Don't force it. After all, the generation gap between our appetites is thousands of years apart... Now sugar and oil are no longer so difficult to obtain..."

"Sorry, it's not a matter of taste. You know that one of the preparations I made before coming here was to have a full meal..." Allen's expression became calm after saying it, "And it's not necessarily the taste you are looking for. itself."

"Extraordinary intelligence is the greatest wealth of mankind." Death stared at Allen and nodded, "But I ignored that you don't know my proposal... I will give you some refreshments that you should miss very much, and then you listen Let’s see if you are willing to accept it…”