[HP Twins] Death Brothers

"Ms. Swan, hello, how long have we not seen?" George asked. [When did you meet such a mature lady? ] Fred whispered in the ear.

"Oh, maybe a few months? Or a few years? Who knows?" The mistress of the tailor shop replied lazily, leaning against the door.

"And what about Horn?" George asked her again, [Who is Horn?Fred also asked] "The emotional merchant."

"Of course I know that Haun is an emotional merchant." Swan frowned, "I didn't see him. It's a pity that I haven't seen him since your store started selling candy."

"Then tell everyone that I'm back. Thank you." After George finished speaking, he heard Fred's words again. [Quite a gentleman. ]

After leaving Swann's tailor shop, George said to the empty place, "Shut up." [Ooh!cannot!I am your voice, you can't stop it. ]

George rolled his eyes at the Weasley Joke Shop's own-headed ghost decoration.

[Kind of like Sir Nick in Nearly Headless. ]

The two walked to the Weasley joke store. The moment they stepped into the store, a burst of light shone from the ground, and then gradually returned to normal. This was an alchemy array, used to absorb the emotions of people who stepped into the store.Afterwards, it is converted into mood candy, which can be purchased freely at the counter.

[Kind of cool!A cyclical alchemy system. ]

"It's really good." said an undead who was buying candy in the store.

’ Good job, he’s the lunatic talking to himself again. ’ thought George, clutching his forehead.

George turned around and looked at the street. The market was still the same. The undead wore hoods and hid their faces. Only George was special here, and he will still be special now, but in this barren land No, there is still a group of people wandering here, those who should not be here.

[You said you can find them here? ]

"Yes, now we just need to make a list."

Waving a wand, a sheet of graph paper was created, and after tearing it apart, the two ended up at another Weasley joke shop.It's in the basement of the Weasley's Joke Shop, but apparently you can't use the door to get there directly, not at one point in time.

There are many shining points on the wall, distributed in a circle.The four walls of the entire room, including the roof and the floor, are covered with these circles, and the flashing points are fluorescent, making you feel like you are in the starry sky.

Fred took a step forward, gradually revealing his entire body from his legs, "From memory, it's a little different from what I saw in real life."

George punched Fred on the shoulder, "Hey, come on, I'll give you half the credit."

Fred took out his wand and went to a wall. He walked along the wall and tapped the edge of the circle with his wand, "One, two, three." A number, "...apparently the room is too small to fit that much."

"Yeah, there's not enough room for that many time points," George said.

It turns out that a circle represents a time plane, which is the plane of the realm of death, and a point represents an undead.If there is a red dot on the round plane, it means that there is a living person there.If an undead is regarded as an alchemy formation, a new alchemy formation will be formed between two alchemy formations.

"Using emotional candy to attract undead, and then using the above alchemy to record their souls is indeed a good way to understand the realm of death." Fred smiled at George, "Oh, George, you are so smart, exactly like me .”

"Oh, Fred, you're so narcissistic, I'm not."

The two walked to the corner and looked at the empty room. "However, with me here, you will be smarter." After Fred finished speaking, the circles he clicked just now flew out. They were like flying bread, and then they were like The puff pastry is stacked layer by layer from top to bottom.

George walked over and circled the "lasagna." "Oh, I think we're geniuses! Fred."

"Yes, genius."

The two people seem to be faster than anyone else, they command the circle on the wall to fly out of the wall quickly, and then fall together layer by layer in a certain order.When they were stacked into a pillar, they saw a passage.It runs through the entire surface from top to bottom, where the light spots are most concentrated, but a certain layer of the pillar is empty, like a door, separating the passage into two sections.

"Show the time." George clicked on the edge of the circle, and the fluorescent numbers were like unfettered elves, jumping and appearing in the air.

"1010.10.1010:10"

"I thought, I know why it's special there," Fred said.

George looked at Fred who was smiling at him, and the strange ideas appeared one after another in his mind, "As long as you reach that point in time with the resurrection stone, you can return to the magic world!"

"Just like you were thrown back into the Black Lake last time! We can call him 'Rebirth Point' just like your future self said." Fred said.

"Also, it's not that there are no laws at all here." George recovered his wand, and appeared in the air at one time, "December 1998, 12 at 31:19"

"Oh, I don't think we've missed New Year's Eve yet," said George.

"Happy New Years," said Fred.

"The real time cannot be surpassed here." The two said together.

"That means..." said one of them.

"The two worlds are connected," said another.

The two hands clapped hands in the air and then clasped them together. They approached each other, and the corners of their mouths curved in the same arc, "Now let's find out whose 'prank' this is!"

"But..." The two stopped again.

"Randall is from the future 2017." George looked at Fred.

"Oh, 19 years later? So why did time stop here on the last day of 1998?"

***

A tattered cloak covered a rotting body, and a nearly ten-foot-tall dementor was floating in front of a brown-haired youth. The youth's face became blurred, and the memory was pulled out of his brain like a colored photo. .

"Hushen Guardian!" Two koi fish shot out from the tips of the two magic wands, wandering in the air, and flicking their tails from time to time, as if they could splash waves.

The white light dispelled the darkness of the dementors, as if they could hear the screams of those monsters, and fled in the direction where the light extended.

George supported the man who had fainted on the ground, suddenly he raised his head, he felt Fred's hand was pressing on one of his shoulders, and he unconsciously pinched him tightly.

The escaping black figure was fixed, and the clear sound irritated people's eardrums.The black cloak was torn and pulled to a certain point. The growing strength made the monster unable to maintain its body anymore, and they turned into a shape like black mist.From George's point of view, there are a lot of people suddenly appearing there, and they do something to the dementor, and then the dementor disappears.

"The dementors disappeared?"

And there was a group of people on the side where the dementor disappeared, and they were no strangers to George. They wore armor and horned hats, and they were burly. They were Vikings.

George squeezed his wand tightly in his hand, and stood up slowly while being on guard.

When the Viking named Saigar saw George's red hair, he smiled and raised his axe. "Yo, Celtic."

Black Wine Barrel also took a step forward, "If it weren't for the fact that Ural is about to be revived, I should really chop you up like you did with Ural!"

George clenched his wand tightly in his hand. The two talking pirate chiefs were not the only ones standing in front of him. This group of barbarians seemed to attack collectively every time. They were so damn collectivist like Death Eaters, and they would do anything bad. It's a lot of people together.This is not the first time they have called themselves the Carthus. George asked the know-it-all Hermione when he went back that time, and knew that it was an ancient barbarian about 2000 years ago and was active in Western Europe.But resurrect the Urals?

"What do you mean?" George frowned, "What resurrection?"

The Vikings didn't get close to George, Segar casually put down his ax and waved to the people behind him, "Hey, put down your weapons, let's show this little Celtic boy what a miracle it is."

George frowned, he vaguely felt that something was wrong, but when he saw Sai Jia spread a cloth on the ground, on which an alchemy formation was drawn, only a stone and a severed hand were placed at the eye of the formation.

A piercing scream suddenly came from the activated alchemy array, and a magical storm spun bigger and bigger until people could no longer see clearly what happened in the alchemy.

"Haha! The Celtics don't blink!" Black Barrel's laughter was arrogant.

After the whirlwind receded, a person appeared in the place that should have been empty.Bloated and tall, with a full beard.

"Let me tell you something." Saiga pointed to Ural, who seemed to be standing still, "As long as you have a boat ticket, you can go back. Stowaway, do you know what a boat ticket is? Think of it as compensation for the harm done to your brother, he didn't die anyway, did he?"

The heart seemed to miss a beat, and George subconsciously looked in a direction. For others, there was nothing there, but George knew that Fred was there.Was it discovered?Subconsciously, he wanted to take a step back. He could tear up a piece of graph paper at any time, and Fred would know how to do it.

"Give it to you, Death Scroll." Saiga threw a black parchment scroll to George, who caught it in a flustered state.He raised his head to look at Saiga in bewilderment, and then saw Ural disappear before his eyes.

It's Fred!George knew that Fred must have taken Ural, but he couldn't show it.

"Where's Ural?" A Viking discovered Ural's disappearance.

"Why is Ural missing?"

"Is it your fault, brat?"

George waved the parchment at Saiga, "Is this a trap? You deliberately performed such a clumsy magic trick in front of me, and then came to frame me? You don't need to be so troublesome, you can attack like last time. "He really wants to know what happened just now, their method of resurrecting Ural is much simpler than his method of resurrecting Fred, but he can't ask, he's going to bluff, their appearance must be premeditated, if there is anything The purpose, that is, they gave themselves the thing called the scroll of death, so they would not hurt themselves.

"Go to Ural," Saiga picked up the ax on the ground, told the people behind him, then turned to look at George, "Remember! Celtic bastard, we are Vikings, we only Fight, don't engage in conspiracy, this is Haun's gift to you."

The Vikings behind Segar left one after another, and George asked the question he wanted to know the most, "Who the hell is Haun?!"

"Oh," Saiga laughed, "it's not the god of death anyway."

"Haun, Halon! Charon! He is Charon! The ferryman of the Styx!" George's eyes widened, and he began to feel that the death scroll in his hand might not have a mysterious name on purpose, but it really had a mythical color.He felt his shoulders sink and it was Fred back again.

"It's just a ferryman." After saying this, Saijia left with his tribe.

George watched where they appeared and disappeared. "Fred, this place really belongs to Death."

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