In Diagon Alley, Helmo sat across from Allen, keeping his hands on the cobra-shaped crutch.

Allen's back was straight, facing the faint pressure of the other party, his back was tense, he felt the blood flow being squeezed, and his brain was a little dizzy, although Luna told himself that this was just an incarnation of death with no real power, and it was not that the arrival of the body did not pose a real threat to them, but as a mortal, he could still feel the suppression from the identity of the true god revealed by the other party.

"Would you like some?" Trying to hide his vigilance and discomfort in front of an avatar of a true god, Alan pushed the menu from the stall in the direction of Helbo.

At this time, the pressure caused by the other party to Eren is different from the death seen in the underworld after the curtain, the reaper he saw at the beginning was almost impossible to look at, and it seemed to suffocate him just by getting close, and now although this will also make Allen's hair stand on end, every cell is shouting to warn that the wizard on the other side is in danger, but Alan can barely make his actions look normal.

Helbo's gaze stayed on the brownie cake that was left in Alan's hand, and his hoarse voice was unwavering: "Ευχαριστ??" (Thank you in Greek). ”

"Two brownies, thank you. Alan beckoned to the clerk and flew over the circled menu.

The clerk quickly delivered two chocolate brownies sprinkled with walnuts and almonds, the difference in strength was so great that he couldn't perceive Helbo's presence at all, and the relaxed clerk was still a little happy, "It's an honor that Mr. Alan Harris likes our cake." ”

Ignoring the fork placed on the side of the cake, Helbo picked up the cake with his hand, and because he didn't control the force properly, his fingers broke through the crispy crust on the surface to the fluffy part, and the cake was distorted. Contrary to his well-groomed appearance, Helmo bit off a piece rudely, and he took a bite full of cake in his mouth, not eating anything for two thousand years made him forget how to eat for a while, and only after a pause did he remember that he should continue chewing.

After swallowing the cake in his mouth, Helpo wiped his chocolate-stained fingers on the tablecloth: "No, baklava (Greek cut cake)." ”

Alan lowered his fork and adjusted his position to look more relaxed, leaning back in his chair, his back touching the object, and supporting his stressed body.

"That's not the power that mortals should control. Helpo's cane nodded in the direction of the temple.

"You were once a mortal, too. Alan didn't like Helbo's tone, that condescending tone revealed the contempt of the other party, and it had been a long time since he had mastered the arcane secrets and obscure knowledge in the past few years.

"I 'was' a mortal—you should advise the false god who is watching us in the temple not to try to acquire faith by deception. "Hellbo is calm and unmoved by Allen's almost sarcastic tone, "Death is a part of the life cycle, it is not the end, but the beginning of another, it is not punishment, but an indispensable necessity of life." ”

Helmo spoke to himself, if Alan hadn't gotten the information of the Nether Scroll from Luna, it would not be easy to understand what he was saying, but the feeling of being ignored by the other party made Eren even more annoyed, which helped him to feel more relaxed in the face of the other party's suppression, his body leaned forward slightly, and asked rhetorically: "Didn't you yourself obtain the priesthood through a similar method?" Speaking of which, we are just trying to avoid letting you absorb your soul. ”

Helpo's emotions still did not make any waves when his act of devouring the souls of the dead to increase his strength was exposed by Alan, and he calmly tried to guide Eren back to what he thought was the right path: "Mortal, if you and the false god tried to escape death only for this reason, I have already corrected this mistake caused by my mortal nature. Death is just another way of being. Mortals fear death only because of ignorance, and living can encounter something worse than death. ”

In the face of Helbo's guidance, although Alan was a little puzzled, the other party seemed to say that he himself had long since stopped greedily absorbing the souls of the dead, and seemed to be just trying to complete the priesthood, but what happened after he was swept into the curtain by the other party last year still made him refuse: "I think my own destiny is better controlled by myself, rather than relying on whether you will make mistakes." ”

When Allen's words fell, he couldn't help but lean back on the back of the chair, and the oppression caused by the gap between Helbo's sudden revelation of true god power and his mortal identity made Allen nervous. The feeling of suffocation as if falling into the deep sea bound Eren tightly, and the oppression was like a pair of giant hands formed by death, mercilessly squeezing and kneading the air around Alan's body, leaving no gap—but unlike the first time he met each other behind the curtain, this time relying on the power of reading the Nether scrolls, he himself banished the darkness of death, and the air with the aroma of nuts and chocolate on the brownie cake soon filled his lungs again.

"The Nether Scroll is not the power you should have, and the Arcanist of Netherel has no restrictions on research, and the ban from the gods dares to break through it, in a vain attempt to steal the power that should not be held, and the whole world is almost destroyed because of it. The Grim Reaper also seemed to sense that the power of his incarnation in the mortal world no longer worked for the little wizard in front of him, and he still looked at Alan with a blank face, as if he hadn't done anything just now, "As long as the false god gives up her plan, and you don't continue to practice knowledge that shouldn't exist in the mortal world, I can ignore your foolish behavior of trying to live forever in the mortal world." ”

At this time, the village of Hogsmeade.

Bair waved his arm lightly, as if it would be as easy to wipe out the life of a village wizard as it was to sweep away a puff of smoke. The dragon-like wings on his back vibrated slightly, and he gradually flew upward, his mouth wide open as he wrapped the wailing human head around his waist, and the hollow skeletal eyes made the hearts of those who saw it furious, and the backs shivered.

Hearing Beyer's words, the incapacitated wizards present seemed to see their own future from the bodies of these skeletons, and despair permeated the sky above Hogsmeade.

A strange and peculiar tone emanated from Byer's mouth, and the sky slowly began to spread red light, countless red ray-like rays of light stirred wantonly, and the light slowly spread out, as if countless fireballs were about to converge in the air, and the vivid red occupied the entire sky.

The wind blew the thatched roofs of Hogsmeade Street to the ground, and even with the magic reinforcement, some of the roofs were torn off. The wizard who was stunned in place was staggered by the wind, and Hermione's unkempt hair was blown back of her head by the oncoming wind, and her eyes could not be opened.

"No...... He's summoning meteors...... It's a meteor explosion! Meteorite meteors have fallen, and even a small piece is enough to destroy us all......" At the door of the Three Broomsticks Bar, an old wizard covered in scars pointed in horror at the anomaly in the sky and howled in despair - he had just tried to use Floo Powder again in vain to escape with the fireplace, and after discovering that the connection between the Floo Nets had also been disturbed, he decided to take the risk and rush out of the tavern to escape.

The sky was full of red, and the red became thicker and heavier, as if it were about to crush the whole of Hogsmeade to the ground, and when they heard the old wizard's words, the wizards fled in panic, trying to break out of the anti-apparition range.

The terrifying wind continued to pour in from his ears, and in the panic and shouts of the people and the roar of the wind, the old wizard collapsed to the ground, holding the tin wine bottle, and with a trembling hand, he pulled the stopper and poured all the remaining liquid into his mouth, whimpering: "It's too late..."

Then, the air in Hogsmeade, overwhelmed by despair and screams, suddenly fell silent.