Harry turned to look at Van Lin and Hermione, who gave him a look of uncertainty.

It seems that Hermione didn't understand what Chenon Felius was saying either. "Deathholy?"

"Yes," said Shenon Felius, "you have never heard of them before?" I am not surprised. Almost no wizards believe in it. At Weasley's wedding, that ignorant young man attacked me just because I wore the mark of the famous Dark Wizard! At least in my eyes, these saints are not dark. This sign is only used to identify oneself so that we can take care of each other in times of difficulty. ”

He added a few sugar cubes to his Gordigan potion and took a few sips.

"I'm sorry......" said Harry, "I still don't understand......"

As a courtesy, Harry took a few puffs, but it wasn't as simple as Harry had imagined.

Why would he believe in the tastes of the Lovegood family? Or would it be as unreliable as believing in Hagrid's crust cakes.

Harry almost didn't throw up: it was disgusting, like a glass of liquid goblin-flavored beans.

Seeing this, both Van Lin and Hermione politely put down the cup in their hands again, and death was not the same as death in the normal sense.

"This, you can see, the believers are looking for the Death Saint. Shenon Felius said unconcernedly, smacking his lips, obviously thinking that this Godigan potion tasted good.

"But what is Deathholy?" asked Hermione.

"Is that ...... Deathly Hallows?" Van Lin felt a little impatient, Shanon Felius was too verbose, in fact, more Van Lin didn't want to try that strange drink.

"You know?"

"I don't know if you said it, Deathly Hallows......"

"If it's a Deathly Hallows, there's no mistake. Chenon Felius said, taking his drink in one gulp, then setting aside his empty teaglass.

Involuntarily, the throats of the three people rolled unconsciously, as if they were infected, but it didn't seem like Lovegood was going to bring out some new drinks......

"Mr. Lovegood, you should be telling the story of the three brothers, right?"

"Yes," Shenon Ferrius nodded solemnly. "Alright, alright, Mr. Potter, don't look at me like that, this whole thing started with 'The Tale of the Three Brothers'...... I think I have a copy here......"

His gaze skimmed over the large pile of parchment and books in the room, but Hermione said, "I already have one, Mr. Lovegood, right here." As she spoke, she took out the book "The Tale of Bard Bede" from her beaded bag.

"Original?" asked Shanon Ferrius eagerly, and when he saw Hermione nodding, Shanon Felius said, "Well, then, why don't you read it out loud? ”

"Uh...... Alright," Hermione agreed nervously.

She opened the book, and Harry saw that the sign they were working on was at the top of the page. Hermione cleared her throat and began to read, "Once upon a time there were three brothers, who traveled along a remote winding road at dawn......"

"That's the story?" Harry paused, but Hermione gave him a somewhat impatient look.

"Sorry ......"

"Please continue, Miss Granger!" said Shanon Ferrius, turning his back and staring out the window.

"When the three brothers reached a river in time, it was a deep and fast river that could not be waded or swam through. However, the three Brotherhoods magical, with a single wave of their wands, created a bridge across the river. However, when they were halfway there, they found a hooded man blocking their way.

"Death spoke to them......"

"I'm sorry," Harry interjected suddenly, "Did the 'Grim Reaper' speak to them?"

"It's a myth, Harry!"

"Oh, sorry, go ahead. Harry looked at Van Lin uncertainly, inexplicably, Harry became very sensitive to the word death, he was not sure, this was the ...... that happened to Voldemort

Hermione had clearly thought of something, though, and she hesitated, but puffed up her breath and continued to read.

"Death...... The Grim Reaper spoke to them. He was angry that he had been fooled by the three new victims, as the travelers usually drowned in the river. But the Grim Reaper is cunning. He pretended to praise the three brothers for their magic, and for cleverly avoiding him, each of them would win a prize. ”

"The eldest of the three brothers was a warlike man, and he asked for a wand stronger than anything in existence: a wand that would always help its master win a duel, a wand that a wizard who had defeated Death deserved! ”

"Then the second of the three brothers, an arrogant man, wanted to make the Grim Reaper even more humiliated, and demanded the power to summon the others back from the Grim Reaper. The Grim Reaper picks up a stone from the riverbank and gives it to the second child, telling him that it has the power to bring the dead back to life. ”

Death asked the youngest what he wanted. The third child was the most humble and intelligent, and he did not intend to trust the Grim Reaper, so he asked the Grim Reaper to give him something that would allow him to go outside of the Grim Reaper's jurisdiction. Death reluctantly gave him his cloak of invisibility. ”

"Got an invisibility cloak from the Grim Reaper?" Harry interrupted again.

"Yes, Cloak of Invisibility, you heard you right, Harry!" Van Lin was sure that Harry's hand was unconsciously in his pocket.

"Please continue to ......"

Then the Grim Reaper Station stopped meddle and let the three brothers continue to talk about their adventures and the gift of the Grim Reaper. ”

"For their own purposes, the three brothers separated. ”

"After traveling for more than a week, the eldest brother arrived in a remote village to find a wizard who had quarreled with him, and naturally, with the elder's wand as a weapon, he could not have lost any of the next duels. His enemy fell to the ground, and the eldest brother continued on to an inn, where he boasted loudly about the powerful wand he had received from Death and how it had made him invincible. ”

That very night, when the eldest brother had laid down, another wizard crept into his room and soaked his bed with wine, and the thief stole the wand. To be on the safe side, he slit the throat of his eldest brother...... So the Grim Reaper got the life of the big brother. ”

At the same time, the second brother returned to his own home, where he lived alone. There he took out the stone that summoned the dead, put it in his hand and turned it three times. To his surprise and delight, the girl he had wanted to marry but unfortunately died immediately appeared in front of him. ”

Yet she was sad and cold, and separated from him with a veil. Even though she was back in the world, she didn't really belong there, and she was suffering there. Eventually, the second brother went mad in endless despair, and in order to truly integrate into her world, he committed suicide...... So the Grim Reaper got the life of the second brother again. ”

However, the Grim Reaper has been looking for many years, but he has never been able to find the third brother. It wasn't until he was too old to die that he took off his cloak of invisibility and left it for his son. He greeted Death like an old friend, and happily went away with Him, and they all died in the end. Hermione closed the book.

It was quiet in the room now, and it was a long time before Shanon Ferrius realized that Hermione had finished reading. He withdrew his gaze from the window and said, "Well, you all know that, right?"

"What?" said Hermione, sounding a little confused.

"Those are the Dead Saints. Shenon Felius said. He picked up a quill from the table stuffed with things at his elbow and pulled a roll of parchment from the stack. "The Elder's Wand", he said, drawing a straight line on the parchment, "Soul Stone", he said adding a circle to the line, "Cloak of Invisibility", and he finally said, drawing a triangle outside the circle and the line to enclose them, this symbol intrigued Hermione, "Together", he said, "It's the Death Hall!"

"But there's no mention of the Dead Saint in the story," Hermione said.

"Well, of course not," said Shenon Felius, a little frantic with pride, "it's just a fairy tale, it's meant to please people and not to preach." Those of us who know this will realize that this ancient story refers to these three objects...... That is, the Death Hall, no matter what, if these three items are combined, the owner can dominate death. ”

After a brief moment of silence, Shanon Felius glanced out the window. The sun is almost setting.

"Luna should be catching a largemouth paintfish soon. He said softly.

"How do you explain 'Death Master'?" said Harry, uncertain.

"Juggernaut," said Shenon Ferrius, waving his hand briskly, "conquer, conquer, in any form you like." ”

"But...... Do you mean ......" Harry hesitated, as if trying to figure himself out, but what Vanlin had said didn't feel real to Harry.

God...... Is it real, and Voldemort is getting closer to it?

"Do you really believe in these things...... These holy relics...... Do they really exist?"

Chenon Ferrius raised his eyebrows again. "This, of course, of course I believe. ”

"So, Mr. Lovegood...... You might have faith?" Van Lin asked.

"Faith?, of course...... "Lenon Felius reveled, "everybody has faith, but everybody's faith is different. ”

"No, I mean, you believe more than yourself...... God?" Van Lynn asked, "a creature you've never seen before?"

"There's no contradiction in that, is it?" said Shenon Felius, "existence is reasonable, and that's how our ancestors have always lived, isn't it, but I don't believe in the Death Saint very much, and it naturally fits me more closely than this." ”

"Oh, of course," said Van Lin, "so you have tried to find a revelation about God?"

"When I was younger, then I found him. Shenon Felius said, tapping his finger lightly on the sign of the Death Hall, "It's not so much faith as it is my interest, a goal to pursue." ”

"Magic, in itself, is a very magical thing, isn't it, just like Muggles can't understand wizards, and wizards can't understand gods, different levels of use...... At least, with the exception of Merlin, I don't remember any wizard taking magic to the extreme. ”

"Magic is not extreme, Mr. Lovegood. "However, to my surprise, you would pursue ......."

"Strength?" "Zenon Felius shook his head, "I just want to see more, it's like if I get an angel and she can feel something I can't, we find it, and ...... it"

"Excuse me, you're talking about Luna?" Harry interrupted.

"Oh, of course. Shenon Felius nodded, but then the look of intoxication on his face vanished, as if he had returned to the way they had been when they had first entered, and his gaze was a little evasive, as if he were running away from something.

"Perhaps your god has given you a new revelation, Mr. Lovegood!" Van Lin smiled, and stood up to look at Shenon Ferrius.

"No...... I mean, is there anything else you want to know?"

"Mr. Lovegood......" Harry asked hesitantly, "we all know that there are things like the Cloak of Invisibility, rare as it is, but it does exist, but it's ......"

"Ah, the third relic is a real cloak of invisibility, Mr. Potter, you heard you right!" as if to be rescued, Shenon Felius said quickly, "You may find it incredible, but I mean, it wasn't an ordinary travel cloak soaked in a Phantasm Charm, it was a Confusion Charm, or some other weave of invisible animal fur, not the kind of clothing that would make a person disappear immediately but fade over the years until it was no longer transparent. We're talking about an invisibility cloak that actually makes the wearer disappear completely, completely invisible, and long-lasting, no amount of magic will work on it. Have you ever seen an invisibility cloak like this, Mr. Potter?"

Harry's heart sank slightly, and he looked quickly at Van Lin, then at Hermione.

Now, Harry felt a little overwhelmed, and his right hand pressed tightly into his pocket, as if something was going to fly out of it.

It was not without reason that he was alarmed, and it just so happened that he had a cloak like the one that Shenon Ferrius had just described, and which he had used countless times himself, and which was now lying quietly in his pocket.

"Exactly," said Shenon Felius, as if he had just defeated his opponent in an argument with very reasonable reasons, "none of you have ever seen this thing, and the owner of this thing can get rich in an instant, can he?"

He looked out the window again, and the sky was now a faint pink.

"Well," said Hermione, with some alarm, "even if this cloak exists, then, what about the stone you are talking about, Mr. Lovegood, the kind of thing you call it a soulstone." ”

"What's wrong with that thing?"

"Well, how can that be true...... Hermione's voice grew quieter and quieter, and she suddenly remembered Nagini who had emerged from Bathilda's body at night in the High Tier Valley......

She had also fought the thing, and had blown off Harry's wand with a spell......

"Can you prove that it's fake," Shenon Ferrius replied with some sarcasm, ignoring Hermione's changed face.

"Luna has told me about you, child," said Zenon Ferrius, "and it seems to me that you are not intellectually superior, but, on the contrary, narrow-minded and closed-minded. ”

"Uh......" Van Lin was a little unhappy, although Shenon Felius was telling the truth, but ...... If it weren't for Fan Lin seeing it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed in anything like death.

The wizard couldn't explain it, in Van Lin's opinion, it was just something that normal people couldn't catch that wasn't discovered, and some of them were born to feel them.

Van Lin doesn't think that wizards are inherently superior, just like science, and what can't be explained is not solved step by step, but interpreting wizards and interpreting gods ......

The span between the two is surprisingly large, and most importantly, the gods can absorb faith, something similar to a spiritual will, which wizards can't apply, and that's probably the difference between the Holy See and the normal wizarding community.

That's a real problem......

"No, Mr. Lovegood, I'm just asking for it. Hermione shook her head and pressed against Van Lin, who was about to walk past, "Actually, I believe I've seen, Mr. Lovegood, as if I had agreed with you to put your spirit on a man or god you've never seen before, I believe, but I need to be sure of its authenticity." ”

"So, what do you think is true?"