I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

grim Reaper?

Unfamiliar words exploded in Harry's mind.

"You are greedy, John Wick."

The god of death let out a deep laugh, "It's not a smart way to negotiate terms with the god of death."

"I'm an alchemist," John leaned back in his chair, smiling, "Equivalent exchange, this is the invariable theorem of alchemy."

Alchemists are far more persistent than merchants.

"You are really interesting, John Wick." Death raised his hand, revealing the fingers of the skeleton under the robe.

Harry was cold, and he was holding the baby stiffly.

"People who play with death are intolerable." John uttered a sentence as if singing a poem.

He looked at the child in Harry's arms and said, "You said this when we met last time."

"You want to use this as a trade?" Death said with interest, "This soul is very weak."

John shook his head and said, "Tom Marvolo Riddle."

Upon hearing Voldemort's name, Death stared at the child.

The child cringed in Harry's arms.

"You like to control the fate of the powerful."

A strange color flashed in John's eyes, and he said, "The belligerent boss, the arrogant second, and the humble third."

"The legend of the three brothers." Harry recalled the story suddenly.

This story was still drawn by Hermione when Dumbledore's Army gathered.

It just so happens that he remembers this.

Somehow, he felt that this story had something to do with him.

"Tom Riddle plays with death, and his soul should be your favorite."

After John finished speaking, he looked at Death.

The Grim Reaper looked back from the child, his face could not be seen clearly through the hood, so he didn't know what his expression was, and said, "What do you want?"

He showed interest in Voldemort's soul.

John's palms were slightly sweating, his eyes were fixed on the god of death, and he said every word: "Equivalent exchange."

"One soul for another?" said Death.

Harry felt a push against his back, forcing him to lean back in his chair.

He looked out the window, and the originally slow train accelerated. Although there was no scenery to speak of, it felt much faster.

is the god of death.

Death stared at John, his voice was cold, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"You want to be my next prey?"

Hearing these words, Harry felt like his heart was about to jump out.

He turned to look at John, but saw that he was not afraid.

John smiled, as if he didn't recognize the danger in Death's voice, "Of course I don't want to, but compared to an ordinary soul, the Dark Lord's soul is more attractive."

He said calmly: "Voldemort's soul escaped death by sacrificing many souls. In theory, he can live forever."

John stretched out a finger and shook it, "This is the rule, a rule that you can't interfere with."

The god of death is silent, because the god of death cannot take the initiative to kill.

Just like the story of the three brothers, even if he faced the three brothers, he never directly dealt with them.

Instead, wait for their own death.

Through the donated items, the boss was inflated and belligerent, and finally died when other wizards cut his throat, and the second brother was forced to commit suicide by the indifferent beloved.

The third child escaped death because of the invisibility cloak?

No, he has a humble heart.

If he uses the invisibility cloak to provoke other wizards, then he may also be stripped of the invisibility cloak and sent to the guillotine.

After all, there are ways to see through the invisibility cloak in the wizarding world, and Dumbledore can see through it with the naked eye.

Moody's magic eye can also see through.

The third child survived because he didn't cause trouble.

This is different from his two older brothers.

The god of death said coldly: "Even so, how long do you think he can live?"

"long time."

John said: "If you don't complete this deal, I can assure you that he will live a long time."

Death laughed and said, "You're just talking in your sleep."

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

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

He stared at the god of death, and said lightly: "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 Death, adding a bomb to the convincing power of his words.

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

Now, the speed of the train reached the extreme.

The scenery outside also changed, from a blank space to a white mist that sometimes resembled a human figure.

Death was silent.

Magic stone?

Is it the Sorcerer's Stone from the first grade?

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

After being silent for a while, God of Death asked, "You can't make it at your current level."

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

The god of death seemed to be convinced, he said: "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 least, Voldemort can easily live for hundreds of years.

With Horcruxes and the Philosopher's Stone, even Death couldn't get his soul.

For Death, this is not allowed.

For example, he spent nearly a hundred years searching for the souls of the three brothers, and Voldemort was extremely important to him.

"Well, for your wisdom and courage, I am willing to complete this deal." Death stretched out his skeleton-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 that hand, and his smile became a little weird.

He jokingly said, "Actually, I'm just cheating on you."

"Huh?" Reaper was puzzled.

John smiled meaningfully, "It turns out that death can't escape magic."

He was not sure before, after all, the god of death has only come into contact with it once.

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

Death cannot personally intervene in this world.

Then it means that the god of death is still within the scope of magic and obeys the rules.

And as long as it is within the scope of magic...

They held hands, and a golden thread emerged from the back of both hands and was entwined.

"What are you doing?" Death asked.

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

"Naturally, we need to find a qualified notary."

On the entangled gold thread, a tree-shaped figure formed by circles and lines appeared on the backs of both hands.

"The Gate of Things?!"

Death's voice has changed.

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

John smiled extraordinarily brightly, "Your promise just now, I made my own claim as an equivalent exchange."

The hands of the two were firmly locked, even the god of death was a little panicked at this moment.

The god of death who used to play tricks on the three brothers was played by a wizard today.

He didn't intend to fulfill the promise normally, just like the trap he set for the three brothers.

But now, he was turned against the general.

As the alchemist's supreme mystery, the Gate of Things, even the god of death cannot break the trading rules.

If you can see the face of death, it must be very ugly.

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

Two doors appeared above the handshake between the two, and his words became a contract, entangled in their hands.

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

Is it!

Do you want to revive him? !

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

Even a freshman at Hogwarts knows this.

"You know this ancient magic." Death really sighed from the bottom of his heart this time.

It's a very old magic that basically no one knows about.

But John has one of the most powerful alchemist teachers in history.

He himself has been to the Gate of Things twice.

Under the gaze of John and Harry, Reaper nodded slowly.

The entangled contract between the two disappeared, and a roll of parchment appeared in front of them.

Reaper took 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 forgot that playing with death never ends well."

"You don't have to worry about that," John said calmly.

The train slowed down, and Reaper got up and waved his hand.

The train stopped at a station full of fog, and Death stepped off the train.

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

As he tried to see clearly, the train moved again.

John's tense body can finally relax at this moment.

His palms were covered with sweat, even he could only pretend to be calm in the face of the legendary god of death.

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

However, there are no railroad tracks ahead, only a dead end.

When Harry found out, he screamed.

"Oops, there's no way ahead!"

The train was unmanned at all, and rushed towards a dead end.

The god of death will disgust them after leaving.

John shrugged and muttered, "Children's temper."

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

The train is less than a kilometer away from the dead end, and it only takes a few seconds.

John wasn't 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 laughed: "Have a nice trip, Harry."

A white light filled the pupil.

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