All things are three at Hogwarts

After speaking, the God of Death raised his arm and waved, and the Greek cut cakes in the container ran out as if they had grown legs on their own. The moment they stepped out, they instantly lost their original luster and sweet taste, and even turned gray. The surface is also cracked and wrinkled.

Like the undead in the food, they still jumped into the palm of Death God Haierbo, and some cake crumbs were shaken off due to this jump.

The God of Death took a bite and chewed it carefully, and the silver bowl with intricate carvings in the ancient Greek style was squeezed into the table. When it popped up again, the bowl contained those small pockets that Allen was very familiar with. cake.

These snacks began to dance around in the silver bowl one by one, twisting and dancing happily - this kind of scene was extremely familiar to Allen. This was obviously his professor Filius ·Professor Flitwick's personal habit of entertaining students from his college who came to visit his office.

This made Allen's heart sink. He represented Professor Flitwick's soul. Not only was it in the hands of Death God Helbo, but it would also be taken out and used by him before the war started. Thinking of the proposal just made by the other party, Allen secretly speculated that he might be using the professor's soul as a bargaining chip to take over Death.

"Mr. Haierbo, I don't understand, what do you mean?" The joints of Allen's hand holding the staff protruded, and his flat tone sounded very cold - at this time, his chest was filled with anger. , half-squinting his eyes and starting to make up his mind, he still had to try his best to save Flitwick's soul without affecting the major events.

"Mr. Harris, you and I should both know by now that he is actually not that important to you...but the owner of these cake recipes is part of the proposal I just mentioned." The ram-like cheek of Death God Herbo shrank downwards, He stared at Allen and said in a hoarse voice, "Then let me get down to business. I know what you and Ms. Ravenclaw are planning. She wants to use you to lure me away from this place, which can keep me flowing." The land of the underworld that mobilizes power... You think that the mortal world outside does not have the oppression of the underworld on you and her, and you want to use this to solve your disadvantages and work together to deal with me..."

Although Death God Haierbo's knowledge of their plan was actually within his and Luna's expectations, they knew that they could not hide it from each other. But being exposed by the opponent so nakedly from the beginning still made Allen curl his lips a little annoyed, knowing that this challenge was more difficult than imagined.

"Although I am confident that even if I leave here in my true form, I may not necessarily lose if I go out to fight Ms. Ravenclaw... Mr. Harris has doubts about this?" The God of Death looked at Allen's appearance and looked at him instead. He asked with confusion, "Let's think about it from another perspective. If you were in a situation that was not dangerous, would you run out and take risks because of such a thing with a 30-70 chance of winning?" Haierbo pointed his cane at Ai Lun pointed in the direction, "Even if you are the one with a 70% winning rate..."

Allen raised his eyebrows and asked calmly: "But, Mr. Haierbo, won't I come to your house now?"

"I have to admit that in my understanding, Ms. Ravenclaw and Mr. Harris, who are mortals, are not something to worry about... But to my surprise, Ms. Ravenclaw, who was originally a pseudo-god, Cooperating with your methods, Mr. Harris... the speed of growth is such that when we react, we will no longer be able to predict you..." Death God Haierbo nodded, then slightly tilted to the right, his yellow eyes fixed on Allen seemed to be looking at some strange collection, "Preaching the gospel is not an easy task. Mortals become smarter as time goes by. Wizards originally lacked faith... You can make Ms. Ravenclaw After becoming a true god in a short period of time, he is indeed a mortal worthy of my respect."

"I have always liked to initiate and promote changes, and do my best to pursue the progress of the magic world." Faced with the somewhat proud praise from the God of Death, Helbo, Allen still responded politely, "But I also like tradition. , the era when wizards and gods coexisted in the Magic Empire also makes me want to go there, but Mr. Haierbo, have you tried to recruit believers before?"

"When I was a new god, but later I discovered that the special nature of my priesthood is not so dependent on believers..." Haierbo folded his hands on the crutch, "but later I discovered that my priesthood is not so dependent on believers..." Specialty, the dependence on believers may not be so strong..."

"No matter where the divine power comes from, it is good as long as it can be used..." Allen fought against him without flinching. "Actually, I want to thank you for your actions, which speeded up this process..."

"I have to remind you that Ms. Ravenclaw has just been promoted to a true god not long ago. She has been promoted so quickly and has not yet mastered many powers... If you start a war with me, this will not end in a short time. Those mortals who only started to believe in her in order to survive, if your ridiculous line of defense is harassed by me a little more...those shallow believers may abandon her at any time... This kind of belief is icing on the cake, but if you want to rely on it..."

"So it all depends on my performance in the end, doesn't it?" Allen looked directly at the other person, and then smiled slightly, "Mr. Haierbo, I don't know if you just saw the mental state of the living people. No?"

"So it's worth me and giving you a chance, let us talk now...Mr. Harris." Haierbo's yellow eyes were as calm as a deep pool, but his voice was slow and dangerous, "Whether you believe it or not, I I’m worried that a battle between gods… as long as it happens, it will definitely be dangerous and will definitely bring disaster to the mortal world of the living.”

"Death comes when it is supposed to, so if it is done in advance, it is not consistent with your job? How much will you be subject to the meaning of your priesthood?" Allen's attitude towards the God of Death is not happy but also a little worried, but in terms of actions He still leaned back slightly, "So Mr. Haierbo, let's get it straight, what is your proposal?"

Allen raised his chin and understood what the Death God Herbo meant. The reason why he had the patience to analyze these to himself, with his contempt for mortals, was nothing more than to show that although he had the advantage, no matter how small the chance was, Not willing to take the risk of falling.

"Mr. Harris, you just mentioned the era of wizards and gods in the Magic Empire. Compared to that, you know the state of that period which is also very ancient to me..." Haierbo could detect some sarcasm from Ai Lu without looking up at each other. He didn't care about the look on his face, and just asked another question, "The instigator of the current confrontation with Ms. Ravenclaw, at least this time, is no longer me."