All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 314 Do you dare to use my wand against me?

The White Pagoda was shrouded in a dead atmosphere, and the thunder and lightning in the sky reached the ears of the wizards in the tower, and it became as distant as the echo of a valley.

The scythe of the God of Death was like thunder and lightning, a cold light flashed, and the roar of the explosion was long overdue. The sickle had already been raised, but it was unknown when it would come down.

The brief silence in the middle made people feel anxious, and the fear couldn't be further increased.

"Dumbledore, what should we do?" James asked solemnly. He looked around and found that everyone except Dumbledore was shaking uncontrollably.

Fear is the instinctive reaction of a mortal body facing the incarnation of death, just like the arrector pili muscles that bulge out in the cold weather, like sweat flowing in the scorching heat, independent of will.

When they found that their bodies were so humble in the face of death, they vaguely realized what a stupid choice it was to fight against the god of death.

Dumbledore squeezed the Elder Wand, Sauron was filled with divine power, and the Dark Lord whispered in his ear, issuing depraved temptations and ridicules. This involves a large part of his attention, and this state cannot last long, otherwise it may lead to personality deviation.

"Wait a minute." Dumbledore said reluctantly. He knew nothing about Death. The entire wizarding world had always thought that Death was just a legend.

According to legend, as long as you collect three Deathly Hallows, you can become the master of Death. When he was young, Grindelwald relied on the power of the holy artifact to conquer the magical world. Dumbledore had the Invisibility Cloak and the Elder Wand, and their powers were indeed magical and unique.

But when they faced the real god of death, they realized that the power of the holy artifact was just a toy made by the gods.The Elder Wand is a branch broken off by Death, the Resurrection Stone is a gravel picked up by Death, and the Invisibility Cloak is Death's cloak.

It is very difficult to defeat him, or just to push back death.

Another bolt of lightning flashed, briefly tearing apart the dark curtain in the tower.

Lily said suddenly: "He has no shadow!"

The God of Death stopped in place like a sculpture, holding a sickle in both hands. He was there, but had no physical form, because death was everywhere, and what everyone saw was just an illusion, just like what a dying person saw next to his sickbed. He is like a ghost who extradites the souls of the dead.

Sirius was in the worst condition. He had been in Azkaban for twelve years, sinking into a near-death situation every day. His mental state had been completely distorted. When facing death, his tight strings broke instantly.

"Do something! Do something! Kill him! [Shatter to pieces]!"

"No!" Everyone exclaimed, but they were unable to stop Sirius' spell from being launched in time.

The scarlet spell illuminated all around, but it just passed through the body of the God of Death. This move seemed to disturb the great Him. Everyone saw the raised scythe falling slowly.

Dumbledore shouted: "Purge the impurity!"

The blazing light presented a cone-shaped fan, and it was suddenly splashed out. The god of death was bathed in strong light, but he was not affected in any way.Death is never unclean, it always comes with dignity and splendor.

Everyone's hearts sank, as if the sickle was unstoppable.

hiss--

It was as if a thin wind came from the hills at the end of the ages, pierced through the earholes, and tore away a strand of the wizard's soul.

Death is coming. There were no bells, drums or horns, just a brief whistle.

Just like Quidditch, life disappears in the sky like a golden snitch.

Grindelwald raised his palm, and the vampire's immortal body was weathering into ashes.

Sirius and Lupine fell to the ground, in agony.One let out a nervous wail, like the wailing of a mental patient before death.A decaying white wolf fur protruded from its body, and every sob that spewed out of its throat was weak, just like an old wolf that had died of exhaustion.

Lily and James' bodies oozed scarlet liquid, and the flesh and blood molded by the resurrection medicine slowly separated. They hugged each other tightly at the last moment.

Snape's long hair turned silver-grey in an instant, and his deep black eyes became as cloudy as fog. He coughed lowly and fell to his knees.

Dumbledore was protected by Sauron's divine power and was minimally affected.

But his back seemed to be broken by a heavy hammer, and it suddenly bent down.

Grindelwald sighed softly: "Is this our end? Albus, I still want to compete with you in Quidditch."

Sirius gradually stopped trembling, and he murmured: "It's so dark. Why is there no light in the sky? Moonface, are you here? Prongs, I want to tell you that Wormtail rebelled, and I killed you .”

Lupine's mouth and nose overflowed with black wolf blood, and he coughed and replied, "I'm here..."

"It would be great if time could go back to that year."

"Yes...ahem, there wasn't...so much pain at that time..."

James whispered in Lily's ear: "No matter where you live or die, my soul will follow you."

"Leave your love words after death. We have a thousand years to slowly fall in love until our souls are gone." Lily chuckled, facing death again, she had learned to be calm.

Snape in the corner was prostrate on the ground, his long gray hair drooping like a mop, he was just sobbing silently. To this day, many people will find that the hard-hearted head of Slytherin is actually an ordinary person who can cry.

Dumbledore cast spells again and again dejectedly, trying to drive away the god of death and cure the wizards, but all had little effect.

Ariana's soul whispered: "Brother, I miss you very much. Don't hate yourself, just live for me."

"No..." The old wizard's eyes were filled with tears.

"Wizard, you blaspheme death, you are heading for the end, and I live forever. Don't be afraid of this gift, because the pain of your life will be washed away in the River Styx, and you will walk in my realm. There will be no memory on the other side, and everything will be like new life. Today you will survive, and you will return to me.”

Death is coming slowly.

The dark curtain faded away, and the ground under his feet turned into a plain full of golden lilies at some point. The surrounding walls disappeared into the depths of the horizon. A bloody river flowed in front of him, and the corpses of the dead were floating in the river.

A dilapidated boat docked at the ferry, and Death stood at the pier, waiting to fetch these blasphemous souls.

The world on the other side of the River Styx is vast and boundless, with lush water and grass, and a beautiful sky.

Dumbledore could only watch helplessly as his companions walked towards the soul-evocating ship one by one.

In this gray and quiet hour, everyone was saying goodbye to Dumbledore.

And a fierce blue foehn wind blew suddenly, burning the scene of the underworld like a scroll of paper.

It's Helena!

Helena, who resides in the god's brain, activates her divine power to dispel the illusion of death.

Dumbledore woke up suddenly. He looked around, and he was clearly still in the White Tower, while the wizards behind him were all in disarray, with painful expressions, but they were still alive.

If Helena hadn't acted in time, everything in the illusion would have become real.

The God of Death stood not far away. He turned his eyes under his cloak and focused on the brain of the god.

"A ghost who is escaping from death and coveting life!" He said sternly, "You can't resist me!"

Helena let out a scream, her voice gradually getting lower.

She tried her best to send out an idea, which turned into a spiritual echo: "Dumbledore... only life can dispel death!"

This sentence was like a bright light, blowing away the fog in his mind, making Dumbledore feel as if he had drank the Elixir of Fortune - it was a kind of happiness and joy brought by destiny.

In the midst of the lightning and flint, the old wizard was so blessed that he raised the Elder Wand high and shouted: "Hads, in the name of Dumbledore of the Phoenix Family, I order you to - stand down!"

Death taunted: "You want to use my wand against me? Will it listen to you?"

Indeed, the Elder Wand was very resistant to Dumbledore. If it weren't for the extraordinary skill of the old wizard, he would not be able to cast spells smoothly. Ordinary wizards could not even use it to cast a fluorescent spell on Death.

Dumbledore laughed, and he chanted softly: "[Call God to protect]."

boom! ——

A silver band of light flew out from the head of the staff, hovered in the air, and soon transformed into a majestic and proud silver phoenix.

A bright light emanated from the Patronus. The God of Death was illuminated. Many wounds appeared on the black cloak on his body, which vaguely illuminated the endless arms of the deceased under the cloak. They held on to the cloak, but the Patronus' light still shone in from the hole. , burning it with scars.

Dumbledore witnessed the true nature of Death. Under the protection of Sauron's divine power, his eyes only oozed blood, but he remained calm and even dared to stand up his chest and show a strong posture.

"I order you—stand down!"

The God of Death tried to approach everyone, but the Phoenix Guardian repeatedly blocked him, preventing him from advancing but retreating.

In the world of the living, the power that Death can display is extremely limited. Dumbledore became the second wizard to successfully challenge the gods - the last one was Ignotus Peverell, who obtained the Invisibility Cloak.

The helpless god of death flew into the air angrily and rushed out of the window. The thunderstorm over the White Tower stopped, but the lead cloud pressed down even lower.

He looked around and saw the Quidditch pitch where people gathered. The happy atmosphere emanating from hundreds of fresh young souls was more eye-catching than a lighthouse on the sea.

The god of death declared coldly: "The debt of the soul will also be repaid by the soul."

He was like a death bird in the low altitude, flying quickly towards the Quidditch pitch.

Solemn declaration: I am a male author (serious face)