[Comprehensive] The Journey of the Protagonist

When Su Xuan raised his hand and took over the black-winged butterfly that flew in, he was sitting on the gorgeous throne in the middle of the palace of the Dawn Empire. Outside the palace, rows of soldiers in silver armor were orderly. Standing guard and patrolling, in the palace, he is alone, with his right elbow leaning on the armrest of the seat, turning his head sideways, in the warm sunlight passing through the dome, he closes his eyes, as if meditating, the magnificent butterfly is It stopped at his fingertips, folded its slender wings, and gradually turned into fluorescent lights, blending into his body.

"What did you do?" In his mind, the little yellow ball asked doubtfully.

"It's just a lonely, lonely, but wonderful dream." Su Xuan smiled softly.

The pure and persistent sword intent in the dream, the pure and indomitable spirit, isn't it like a supreme gift, making him smile when he wakes up?

In his unopened eyes, an extremely sharp sword light flashed away.

"Forget it, I don't want to pay attention to what you did." The little yellow ball snorted, "I'm not the kind of control freak egg light ball in other people's novels who want to control everything!"

But you don't care about anything, you are the top cheat who doesn't even bother to say the most basic common sense rules!

Su Xuan didn't refute, he just smiled gently and gently.

"Since your mission in this world has been completed and the protagonist's aura has been repaired, then you choose to stay until death comes... Well, let me see," the little yellow ball paused for a moment before saying slowly: " If you choose to stay... Your current state has allowed death to be postponed infinitely, and you may be able to live forever, so you can get rid of me in a different way..."

Su Xuan ignored it.

"Okay, okay~" Little Yellow Ball said cheerfully with a tone that really took you no way: "I knew you couldn't bear to part with me~"

"Then, according to the previous practice," the little yellow ball said cutely: "What about your 'little' request?"

Su Xuan sighed: "I want to ask you, what's the matter with the death divinity in me, and I also want to ask you whether the so-called believer's reincarnation is a ghost created by you, and at the same time, I also want to know about the world and the future. contact, but I know you won't tell me everything."

"It's good that you know~" the little yellow ball muttered.

"Then please choose a world that suits me best." Su Xuan said.

"Huh——" the little yellow ball elongated his voice, and said in surprise: "Although it is true that which world you testers travel to, it is all random, but you really trust me and let me help you. You choose... I am in your hearts, am I already a god-level cheat?"

So you know it yourself...

"You know," Su Xuan said, "What is the thing I need most now..."

"Okay, okay~" Little Yellow Ball pretended to be helpless and said, "Then, let's go to the next world~"

When Su Xuan woke up again, he was sitting in the common room of Gryffindor, holding a quill in his hand, and a copy of "Modern History of Magic" was spread out in front of him, and the thesis was being written on the parchment scroll. to half.

In this cozy circular room, filled with squishy brown armchairs, an orange flame is burning brightly in the fireplace with a tapestry of a majestic and majestic lion with flying mane and a coffee table with A black and white chess set, two spiral staircases spiral upwards, they lead to the student dormitory of Gryffindor.

He stretched out his right hand and caressed his forehead, and the chaotic memories were smoothed out by the powerful spiritual power carried in his soul, and slowly flipped through like a trickle.

This body is called Harry Potter, and it should be the absolute hero in Rowling's story, but it is a pity that the script sent by the little yellow ball is not the original work, but a character with the time traveler as the first. A visual story...

This story has subverted the plot of the original book from the very beginning. The original protagonist Harry Potter is no longer the future savior left by Voldemort with a lightning scar, but Neville Longbottom, who was born one day earlier. He replaced Harry. , became the "golden boy" who "survived a catastrophe".

Thinking of this, he raised his head and took a look. The time traveler who became Neville Longbottom was talking loudly beside Hermione Granger. Although the Longbottom family was brutally suppressed by Voldemort, only There are only a few members left, but they are considered to be one of the few remaining pure-blood families in the wizarding world. This traverser is not like the cowardly and cowardly Neville in the original book. Judging by his current appearance, he must also search for it from the family. There was a lot of stock, at least enough to fool Hermione Granger, whose parents were just Muggle dentists, who had just stepped into the wizarding world.

There is nothing surprising about the growth experience and learning career of this Neville Longbottom, although Su Xuan also wants to see him introduce various wonderful power systems to this withered wizarding world like the male lead of the Diandian family, But to his disappointment, this Neville seemed to have forgotten to carry his golden finger before crossing. Obviously, legendary great wizards like Dumbledore and Voldemort are not so easy to achieve, at least, he can't do it.

So Su Xuan was very surprised to find that after being tortured by Voldemort for several rounds of Cruciatus, the traverser who was eliminated by Avada Kedavra closed and opened his eyes, and was reborn again!

And after this rebirth, the halo of the protagonist who seemed to have been taciturn all this time was finally lit up, and Neville Longbottom finally started his domineering road to salvation!

If one rebirth doesn't work, just do it again?

Su Xuan thought with great interest, how could there be such a priceless good thing in this world?

But this has nothing to do with him. What he is curious about is, if the script is changed and Neville Longbottom fails to defeat the Dark Lord again, but dies again, will this world...will be reopened continuously, gradually Become a cage like infinite reincarnation?

The timeline is stretched, let us go back to the time and space after countless reincarnations...

Severus Snape sternly warned Neville, who had been lost in this constant restart, and opened the door of the office aggressively. In fact, he had already guessed about this weird reincarnation in his heart. But the characters involved were too terrifying, he really didn't dare to draw conclusions without any clues!

He still remembers that on a certain light night, he woke up from a chill that soaked into the marrow of his bones, and was horrified to find that at some time, beside him, unknowingly, there was standing a man in a cloak. A figure in a black cloak!

Before he had time to think about the terrifying fact that Hogwarts would be invaded, he subconsciously raised his wand, intending to cast the spell "Invoke God for Protection", but a silver-white light erupted from the tip of the wand, like He was roughly blocked by something, and his patron saint did not come out.

"You seem to have made a mistake." The black figure raised his head, his voice was cold and dry, like the friction of withered iron.It wasn't until this moment that Snape realized that under the cloak was not the face of a dementor without facial features, but it was definitely not a friendly visitor either.

There was an ominous bloody light in his eyes as he looked over.

Snape tried his best to stabilize his thoughts from the biting cold, he glanced at the long pitch-black sickle held in the left hand of the uninvited guest, a cold light flashed on the crescent-shaped blade, Snape seemed to smell a strong smell of blood .

This made him cautiously avert his eyes.

Such an attire...a completely absurd guess surfaced in his mind.

"Your Excellency..." Snape said, "Is Your Excellency..."

It wasn't until the words were out of his mouth that he realized the slight tremor in the words.

It was too late after grading the students' homework yesterday, so he stayed in the dean's office in Slytherin and did not leave.But now he quietly looked around, only to find that the office seemed to be covered with a pale gauze, the flames of the candles stagnated, and everything seemed to be in another different time and space, where time stopped abruptly.

"Your Excellency, could it be the legendary... God of Death?" The innate fear flooded my heart, which was the awe of death rooted in the very source of human blood since birth.

The Grim Reaper knocked on the scythe in his hand, the hilt hit the floor dully, and a faint blue flame burst into flames in the fireplace, which slightly dispelled the chill from Snape's body, but the deeper chill came from In his body, from his bones, permeated.

"I don't know what your lord's order is here?" Snape tried his best to maintain his composure. This couldn't be explained by the magic knowledge he had mastered, so he had no choice but to accept this terrifying truth.

"My godson..." Death said in a hoarse voice, but Snape heard a very subtle softness in his words.

"My godson, he came to this barren magic world." Death said in a low voice, "The treasures I left in this world will be the best gift I can give him."

He looked at Snape: "Although maybe he doesn't need it, I still want to leave him a caregiver..."

"For this, I can bestow it on you." The Grim Reaper opened his slender and skinny hand, and with his bony forefinger, he touched the gap between Snape's brows, which he couldn't dodge: "The right to retain memory in the world replacement!"

Snape, who was in a daze, maintained the last bit of clarity. Seeing that the god of death was about to turn around and leave, he couldn't help shouting: "Who is he?"

But Death did not answer him.