"Trelawney, what did you do?"

Xiwen looked at the pool of bright red blood all over the ground and exclaimed in shock.

He quickly pulled his wand out of his sleeve and chanted the incantation "Vulur".

However, just as the blood was showing some signs of reflux, Trelawney suddenly closed her eyes and shouted in a cold voice:

"Take back your spell and leave me alone!"

"You're about to run out of blood! How could I possibly do it to leave you alone? Xiwen said anxiously, and at the same time, the incantation in his mouth basically did not stop, and continued to urge the healing spell to run.

"Rozier, I've been waiting for this day for a long time." Trelawney's voice suddenly fell silent, with a convincing force that calmed Shevan's anxious mood. "Believe me, I'm doing what I foresaw, it's okay!"

Xiwen silently looked at the witch in the pool of bright red blood in front of him, and the voice of chanting the incantation gradually fell silent.

After losing the guiding effect of the healing spell, the blood that had been showing a tendency to return suddenly fell back to the ground, and once again merged into a wider pool of blood.

At the same time, the blood spilling from Trelawney's eyes gradually turned into a silvery liquid, pouring like mercury in a pool of blood. Its silver color intertwined with the blood red on the ground, forming a strange picture.

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The next moment, the silver liquid suddenly hooked together, and an incomparably clear image slowly emerged in the pool of blood—

The dry environment is bare and full of sand dunes, like a desolate desert.

A tall city stands in this desert oasis with a double wall of guards. The tall walls are covered with multiple layers of polychrome glazed relief animal figures, mostly of oxen and horned monsters with long necks, and the wall tiles are blue with ochre and green borders.

A young man with a handsome face and a strange face stood on the wall of the city with a fanatical expression, looking at the endless desert below the city and the long river that pierced through the desert, and his mood was excited.

……

The picture stopped on the young man's face, and Xiwen's eyes slowly widened.

"That's right, it's Riddle in the picture." He said in surprise.

The next moment, the image vanished, and with it the silvery liquid that dripped from Trelawney's eyes.

Then, before Shivin could rejoice in receiving Riddle's information, he suddenly remembered the state of the witch beside him, so he immediately turned his gaze to Trelawney's closed eyes, and asked worriedly, "Are you okay, Trelawney?" ”

"I'm fine." Trelawney's face was bloodless, and she said weakly to Xiwen. "I'll ask you to help me heal it, Rozier."

Xiwen nodded heavily, waving his wand while muttering the healing spell over and over again, sounding almost like a muffled song—

"Rapid healing...... Rapid Healing (Vulur...... Vulur）……”

As Shevin recited, the pool of red blood that Trilawney had dripped from the ground miraculously floated upwards and flowed straight back into her eye sockets. And the blood stained on her face also flowed back into her eyes, leaving no trace of blood red outside her eyes.

However, there was no silver fluid in the pool of blood that flowed back into those strange eyes.

When Trelawney's eyes opened again, her strange silver eyes had turned to a pure light gray, and it no longer seemed to be lonely and cold with insight into everything, but a bit of life was thriving in them.

"Your eyes ......," Xiwen asked, stunned.

Trelawney's pale grey eyes moved, as if he was a little uncomfortable, and focused very slowly on Xiwen's body.

"I seem to ...... I can finally see you clearly, and ...... in a normal way" She was a little stunned at first, and then a shallow smile hooked up at the corner of her mouth, and said to Xiwen. "I'll tell you the truth, I've been waiting too long for this day to become a normal person."

"How could this be yours? What exactly did you pay to fulfill this prophecy?! Xiwen asked unacceptably.

"At the cost? It's not a price for me. Trelawney smiled with relief, "I finally don't have the feeling that I see through everything, all the trajectories of everything, in my eyes." ”

"In fact, it makes it easy and natural for me. I don't want to be a freak in the eyes of others anymore. ”

"Won't you feel sorry?" Xiwen asked.

"There may be a little regret, but there is a give-and-take!" Trelawney smiled with relief.

"But ......"

Looking at her light gray eyes, Xiwen was speechless.

Trelawney, however, simply shifted the subject, turning the conversation to the plan itself, which was of concern to Shevin.

"Don't worry about me yet." She said. "Time is pressing, do you see where Riddle is now?"

"Well, I've got it." Xiwen nodded lightly and said.

"The valley of the two rivers in West Asia, where there is a region called Mesopotamia in ancient times, is also the place where the Grim Reaper may have originated in European legends, and I have learned a little about this place when I investigated the Grim Reaper." He explained.

"But now it seems that there should have been traces of the existence of the Grim Reaper's followers there, so some traces have been discovered by the Muggle world and the wizarding world, and rumors have gradually spread that the Grim Reaper originated in Mesopotamia."

"So Riddle is in the position you were talking about?" Trelawney asked.

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be." Xiwen replied. "At that time, the architectural style of the two river basins was still very distinctive, and coupled with the current desert environment, it was quite easy to identify."

"Then why don't you go find him?!" Trelawney urged solemnly. "Although I can no longer see what is happening in this world now, I also know that for every minute you delay, people will suffer from death for one more minute!"

Hearing her words, Xiwen bowed his head heavily, and his eyes gradually became firm.

He abruptly stood up and raised his hand, and opened a dimensional door to a region that was once a fertile land thousands of years ago, but now only a desert exists.

That's where the legendary god of death once came from......

When he was about to step out of the golden aperture, Xiwen's footsteps paused slightly, and he said softly:

"Thank you for your help, Trelawney."

Then he didn't look back, and strode towards the tall city hidden by magic in the oasis.

……

The sky in the plains of Mesopotamia was overcast with a thick quilt, and the occasional wind howled, rolling up the sand and gravel of the desert and stirring up the space in a miserable place.

Walking further in front of the magical power, there was an overwhelming thick black mist descending from the sky, carrying the hiss of death and the groans of all things, wanton and tyrannical.

Just as Xiwen touched his hand to the invisible barrier, countless Dementors appeared in front of him out of thin air, as if to devour his spirit.

Looking at this terrifying scene, Xiwen laughed out loud with relief.

"Looks like there's nothing wrong with the location." He laughed.

In the next moment, a silvery-white light suddenly shone around Xiwen, expelling all these dark creatures!

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