All things are three at Hogwarts

In front of the God of Death, Allen was leaning on the staff that he had changed so many times, he was so weak that he could hardly stand.

In these days of fighting, Allen had countless wounds, large and small, cut by spells similar to Shen Feng Wu Ying but more vicious like Ling Chi, stabbed by swords burning with magic flames, and struck by magic lightning. Burnt by the whip, roasted by the flames of the raging fire...

At this time, the wizard, who was regarded as the savior by the wizards, had been tortured to the point that he was no longer human. His pale cheeks were cut with many sharp knives, revealing the rolled flesh and blood. One eye had no eyeball and was empty. There was only a black hole left.

The pale hair that was originally neatly combed was much bald, revealing the blisters on his scalp caused by the high temperature. The robe on his body was in tatters and had obviously been swept by the fire. His exposed charred arms were stained with black and red blood. From time to time, some rotten flesh due to negative energy erosion fell to the ground. The left leg was still curled up in a strange posture, and blood was still flowing from the bone spurs crossing it.

The wizard's body was covered in blood, and every breath he took was a painful torture. There were still traces of coughed-up blood on the corners of his mouth, and he was still coughing severely. He coughed again and again, and finally Unable to support himself any longer, he fell to his knees on the ground, unable to stand, and suddenly lowered his head and began to retching.

Several glowing green slugs fell from his mouth to the ground, corroding the gray ground with small bubbles and making a sizzling sound. His body heaved violently, spitting out large shiny slugs continuously. The non-stop vomiting almost made him suffocate, and these highly corrosive slugs also damaged his throat and mouth, and the skin and flesh of his mouth began to rot. , and then spread to the entire head, face and body.

Halbo, the God of Death, shook his head as he looked at Allen's miserable state. He raised his hand with a large silver ring and caressed Allen from bottom to top, causing him to stop vomiting and collapse to the ground. He gasped violently as he escaped the risk of suffocation. The rotten skin on his cheeks and in his mouth quickly returned to its original state. The blood vessels in his eye sockets were scurrying like small blood-red snakes. They were quickly repaired like spider webs. His exposed All the rotten flesh of the bony arm fell off directly, and new flesh and blood quickly grew. The flesh and blood were very white, tender and soft, just like the skin of a newborn. Even the bone spurs that protruded from his body were straightened by the invisible big hand. grow back again.

"Mr. Harris, as long as I'm here, you don't have to trouble Ms. Ravenclaw to regenerate you." Death God Halbo stared at Allen with his ginger eyes, "Speaking of which, shouldn't you pray to me?"

"I don't need to pray at all. There are two true gods taking turns to save me now, right?" Allen gasped, his tone full of mockery, and he swallowed the pain in his throat.

Every time Allen dies and reorganizes, he will receive a certain degree of healing and comfort from Ravenclaw from the inside out. Therefore, the method adopted by the god of death, Herbo, is to torture Allen until he is about to die due to his injuries. When the time comes, he will in turn give him physical treatment.

Halbo, the god of death, even forced the seriously injured Allen not to close his eyes and rest, so that he could not rely on his clone to focus on eating and drinking. Every time he made him stay up late to the limit, he pretended to be generous and made him get that kind of mere A life-long rest period.

After that, the wounds on Allen's body that cannot be healed due to the curse cast by the god of death Herbo will continue to gradually compete for his healed body, opening up a new flow of vitality, which will bring abnormality to Allen. The unbearable pain, the most important thing is the mental damage

"Mr. Harris, your will is much stronger than I originally expected. I originally went to find some souls to inquire. They said that wizards in Ravenclaw Academy are afraid of pain, and thought you would be a typical one." Students from the Eagle Academy..." Death God Haierbo wiped his fingers on his chin, "But they look similar. It will be time for two or three rounds to show the living people the demeanor of the electors they respect and fear."

"You've predicted this several times." Allen shrugged and seemed to be satisfied with the current recovery, but he didn't leave the hand leaning on the staff, which made him seem less confident.

"No matter what the process is, this must be the inevitable result."

The crutch that Death God Helbo was leaning on touched the ground, and he kept spitting out obscure and indescribable ancient runes from his mouth.

The staff that was about to break in Allen's hand turned into a huge venomous snake again.

"hiss…"

With a short venomous snake spitting sound, he straightened his body back, opened his ferocious mouth, and headed straight for Allen.

But this time Allen was skilled enough to grab the opponent's seven-inch position, and used magic to restore it to its original shape before being bitten by its fangs.

But the low voice of the god of death, Herbo, still continued. The transformation technique that Allen easily subdued was just a distraction.

Allen, who had subdued the staff and turned into a giant snake in the last second, had already recognized the opponent's illusion and planned to use magic to counterattack.

But the next second, he blinked his blurry eyes hard, and then opened them suddenly. His dazed look made him ignore what happened before. The Charms classroom melted in front of his eyes, slowly turning into shadow.

On the podium, Professor Flitwick was standing on a tall stack of magic books teaching spells. At Hogwarts, Alan found that the soreness in his arm that was lying on the desk made him sit upright uncomfortably. The body was numb, and what was even more uncomfortable was the feeling of emptiness in the mind. The whole person looked at everything in front of him in confusion, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Mr. Alan Harris, sleeping in class will not let you master the Cruciatus Curse! I will teach you the method, but your troll-like brain only knows how to sleep! Ten points from Ravenclaw, Mr. Harris , because of your behavior, I have to deduct points from my own college." The short Professor Flitwick walked out from the shadows on the classroom podium, facing Alan and scolding, "Next, I will ask you to be a test subject, Let’s show the students what effects the Cruciatus Curse can bring...I remind you again, pay attention, this requires strong personality strength, not everyone can master it!”

Flitwick's originally friendly and intelligent face now turned into an ugly, purely evil face, and Alan, who was temporarily in a low state due to the constant torture before, obviously did not get rid of it immediately.