Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

A terrifying aura gradually spread from the crack, as if that small piece of stone was the key to the gate of hell...

And Anriel was standing in the center of the boundless gray light, looking like he was in control of himself.

But, to be honest, Anriel is also trying his best to manipulate this strange stone:

The second son of the Peverell family seems to be seriously underestimated by the world...

The legend is not true.

But the three Peverell brothers did create the "Deathly Hallows", a weapon... or object of terrifying power.

And this means...

Anriel had a bad guess.

"Mr. Lovegood, please leave here immediately...

I may not be able to focus on protecting you during the next process."

Anriel spoke in a very rare serious tone.

The relaxed look that had always been on his face was now gone... replaced by calmness, coolness, and a hint of indifferent composure.

The soul mist rolls back and the ghosts howl.

But what if... this is not the scene of the world of death?

What if these are...

The second brother of the Peverell family, created by Cadmus? !

What if these are the souls who died at the hands of the three Peverell brothers?

Anriel never considered himself a good person, so he never hesitated to assume the deepest malice towards others.

What’s more, they are the three Peverell brothers, warriors who are invincible in the world.

The number of people who died at their hands...probably more than Voldemort.

Xenophilius seemed to realize that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

The thick grey light spread endlessly, and the feeling of deathly silence that seemed to devour and drown everything became more and more thrilling.

After looking at Anriel worriedly, Xenophilius turned and left.

He knew that if he stayed, he would be a burden.

Within seconds of his departure, Anriel completely released his hold on the broken stone.

In an instant, the world seemed to be turned upside down.

Gray light surged out, engulfing everything at a speed more than ten times faster than before!

The open space where Anriel was located instantly disappeared into the gray haze.

Anriel, who was in the center of the clearing, looked at the resurrection stone in his hand and breathed a sigh of relief:

A gradually solidifying figure was "swallowing" the gray fog.

Although the amount swallowed by the other party is just a drop in the bucket compared to the expansion speed of the gray fog.

But Anriel could sense a unique human breath from it——

As long as they're alive, it'll be easy.

Whether it's communication or killing, this is what Anriel excels at.

If he were asked to deal with the gray fog, it would be much more difficult and would require a lot more effort.

Anriel just watched the gray fog gradually solidify.

But of course, he did not do nothing. He had set up circles of ancient magic arrays around him. If this thing wanted to occupy his nest and plot against his body, this would be the last guarantee.

Anriel's body is not so easy to take...

Until, that figure suddenly...

He opened a pair of eyes that clearly possessed human intelligence.

"Hello, stranger from a thousand years later."

......

This was the first sentence that Gray Shadow spoke, but he seemed unable to fully visualize his vocal cords and tongue, so the sound only rang abruptly in Anriel's mind.

"Congratulations on becoming the first owner of the Stone of the Dead."

As the words fell, the speed at which the gray fog was sucked into the gray shadow's body suddenly increased. From the outside, it seemed as if there was a huge gray vortex stretching across the open space at the edge of the forbidden forest.

This huge whirlpool is swallowing up the gray ocean around it.

Gray Shadow and Anriel looked at each other, as if he was looking into a gray mirror.

No, Gray Shadow and Anriel are not alike.

That gray shadow...

It's Cadmus.

Anriel frowned.

The facial features of Cadmus's phantom gradually took shape, but for some reason, his eyebrows and eyes looked more and more like Anriel.

The only difference was that the gray shadow was filled with the aura of destruction and death - his eyes were dull, just like a dead person.

Finally, the fog cleared.

It goes as quickly as it comes.

In the clearing, only gray shadows were left, enveloped in a faint gray light.

Anriel stretched out the hand wearing the resurrection stone from nowhere.

No one told him what to do.

But his instinct made him raise his hand.

Anriel's fingertips lightly touched the fingertips of Cadmus, who looked like him.

The contact point slowly rotates.

He turned into a whirlpool.

Anriel's body seemed to be based on this vortex, and suddenly, it had a huge attraction -

He absorbed the gray shadow into his body... and digested it.

Now it was Anriel's turn to devour the gray mist.

He had never expected that Cadmus's inheritance was actually just an inheritance of power and memory...

Anriel overlooked the fact that, apart from him, there was no other person in the world who could possibly obtain Cadmus's inheritance... even if there was the slightest possibility.

He is unique.

Accepting Cadmus' power is no easy task.

At this moment, liquid gray mist was oozing out of Anriel's seven orifices, making his appearance look particularly hideous and terrifying.

However, right now, no one in the world is more qualified than Anriel to accept Cadmus's huge obsession in the Resurrection Stone...

Because he is a time traveler.

He had the experience of being forced to accept a powerful flood of memories.

His soul has adapted to this process!

......

As Anriel took big gulps, the overflowing breath of death was sucked back into his body.

With enough mana, Anriel even had time and energy to talk to himself and make a joke:

"By the way, isn't my style of painting a bit too mysterious for a magical world?"

He just guessed from the gray fog that his current appearance should not be very good.

Anriel is right.

His current appearance was grim and cold... Gray mist was rising from his body, and the desolate power of death was emanating from his body.

There were also tattered clothes washed away... and under his feet were piles of dry, scorched earth...

According to Cadmus's conception, this image is a state called "Lord of the Dead".

Apart from the changes caused by himself, it is almost the image of the ancient Egyptian pharaoh.

This also indirectly proves that the ancient Egyptian death spell is indeed something...

Only when you are between half life and half death, only in this state... can the true power of the Resurrection Stone be fully exerted.

Truly, you can command the endless army of undead at your will.

This is the power of the Resurrection Stone.

This is... the power brought by the blasphemous death.