All things are three at Hogwarts

As Allen chanted the incantation, strange magic fluctuations reverberated in the air,

A trace of mist drifted out from Professor Flitwick's soul, causing his newly restored body to begin to twist and deform again. The soul that was slowly extracted gathered into a red soul gem the size of a goose egg. ——Similar to when he came out just now, Flitwick's face loomed across the inside of the gem from time to time.

Without stopping, Allen stretched out the hand holding the gem, took it out in mid-air, and then reached into the void that appeared out of thin air.

The God of Death frowned and watched Allen's actions. As a true god, he certainly understood that this boy broke through the restrictions of the plane directly in the underworld, opened the passage to the mortal world, and first stabilized the soul of the mixed-blood goblin. The gem was put in.

After doing all this, Allen, who noticed the death look in his eyes, squeezed out a smile with some embarrassment: "So, Mr. Haierbo, as a true god, you are so tolerant of me, a semi-mortal creature, today... What are the requirements for your peace proposal? ?”

"It's very simple. I hope that Mr. Harris can also build temples for me all over the world and promote me so that I can gain the faith of other believers." The unforgettable pair of eyes on the light skin of Death God Haierbo The big yellow eyes looked at Allen for a moment, "Of course I have no objection to Ms. Ravenclaw's own beliefs. The beliefs and customs of my hometown are not monotheistic. This should not be difficult for you. Because I learned from the souls of the dead centaurs at Hogwarts that you also allowed polytheism to let them maintain their own beliefs... although you cunningly allowed yourself to occupy a dominant position..."

Allen raised his eyebrows in surprise. It seemed that the other party did not care about the power of faith as he said before. He said in surprise: "I thought that you might have to limit the scale of Rowena's faith. I didn’t expect that you wanted me to build a temple for you... Mr. Haierbo, do you know your reputation in the mortal world now? I thought you didn’t care about it... I didn’t see you saying anything about our propaganda in the mortal world before. refute…"

"I originally thought that after getting rid of you, I would return to the underworld. Mortals' memories are very poor, and they don't even need to skip generations... As long as nothing happens again, they will forget it very quickly." Hearing Allen's rhetorical question, the tone of Death God Herbo With an uncaring honesty, "The special nature of my priesthood is not easier for me to come by myself than it is for Ms. Ravenclaw to gain faith through deception when she was a false god... In your children's book The Story of Three Brothers , I am not a positive character... But after I saw the example of Mr. Harris and Ms. Ravenclaw's cooperation, I think you can also use your reputation and status in the mortal world to help me achieve this goal... "

Allen's eyes dropped, and the index finger of the hand holding the staff gently tapped the staff, as if he was thinking about this proposal.

"I know this is a bit difficult, but there is a part of it that you should be responsible for, right? After all, it was Mr. Harris, you and Ms. Ravenclaw who spread rumors against me..." Seeing that Allen didn't speak for a long time, the God of Death, Haierbo, asked. His center of gravity leaned further forward, his hands leaning on his snake-shaped staff, and the eyes that he had been holding on to had some greed and eagerness that he only liked to show when he was alive, "Mr. Harris, I understand this kind of It’s not convenient for you to make the decision alone. Maybe you can discuss it with your goddess lover...tell her the conditions and requirements that I can provide..."

Hearing this, Allen raised his head, with a slight smile on his face: "But Mr. Haierbo, I want to hear another option. If we don't accept this proposal... how far will you go?"

Halbo, the god of death, whose face had softened slightly because of Allen's raised expression, heard this. His big yellow eyes stared at Allen without blinking: "So, you are not a problem; What’s your final choice?”

"Although I'm not a true god, I guess I'm not much different from a mortal to you... But I'm afraid you don't know. My goddess lover can't say that there are no secrets between me, but I try to be honest... so I still know about your gods' beliefs. ." The corners of Allen's mouth turned up, "You want me to publicize these misunderstandings to wizards all over the world, and tell everyone that not only are you not a bad god, but you also actively call on everyone to worship..." His tone was mocking, "Then What does it mean that people around the world built temples and believed in Ravenclaw to fight against death and save the world because of our propaganda?"

"The world didn't need you to save it..." The wrinkles on both sides of the God of Death's nose made him look very stern and unapproachable again.

"My goddess is not a good god, but the Herbo part in your bones has not been completely wiped out as you declared before..." Allen turned the staff in his hand and snorted coldly, "I really I agreed to you and did as you said, but it is relatively easy for those people you call shallow believers to break away from the faith...Those countries that are now united, after there is no threat of annihilation and death, although They won’t openly confront each other, but they will definitely point their finger at the Floating City secretly..." Allen and the God of Death looked at each other, "So, as the goddess Rowena Ravenclaw who previously declared that you, the God of Death, will destroy the world and fight against the great evil, , and her voter Ellen Harris, will be described as liars... Many people may even blame us for the disasters you caused before, saying that it was due to our personal desires or misunderstandings... In this way Come on, your suggestion will cause the collapse of Ravenclaw's belief system... By then our fight for belief will not truly stop the confrontation..."

The God of Death was noncommittal. He continued to lean on his staff and said: "But this kind of competition can be said to be within the acceptable range of each other, and it will not be as fierce as what happened next..."

"I think Mr. Haierbo should be more honest about this now... You are willing to give this choice now because... I have to admit that she is still inferior to you now, but after all, we both have powerful powers. That's why you have scruples." Allen said in a rude tone, "But if her divine power has declined because of this incident, but your strength has become closer because of your faith... I'm afraid that Haier Mr. Bo, after you have relieved your worries, you will choose to start a war again... And this time, other people in the world... let alone those wizards who started to believe in the God of Death, even those who have turned back to unbelievers, it will be difficult for us to Get them to believe our wording for once...and you'll end up getting out of trouble without any effort."

"Very smart. This is a safer way for me, isn't it?" The God of Death used the staff as a cane and let himself get up from the chair.

"I'm just a little strange. You think Rowena won't let me understand the source of her power. You look down on me because you think I can't figure it out. But what makes you think Rowena can't figure it out..." Allen also began to let himself He leaned on his staff and stood up, then he suddenly stopped and said in realization, "Oh, I see... I just thought you were wrong in thinking that Rowena wouldn't let me understand her... You're better than me The original speculation was that we also need to know how important we are to each other... But it seems that you still think of her as too emotional...