Godric's Hollow, the backyard of the church, which is the local cemetery. Countless tombstones stand on a gentle meadow, surrounded by bright red roses, fiery and dazzling like a gorgeous elf.

And in the cemetery, a tall and eye-catching stone monument was erected at the highest place, and there was no monument around that dared to accompany it, lonely, but the roses there bloomed the most brilliantly, and even magic kept alive, so that the roses did not wither in all seasons.

This is the thirteenth gate of the Veil. When Brie stepped in front of the tombstone, a strong magic blocked the place in an instant.

The black mist descended, and the surrounding tombstones dissipated, leaving only roses that bloomed in the darkness. Enchanting and full of eerie atmosphere.

And the huge tombstone turned into a curtain door with a distorted black streamer. To darkness, to death, to loneliness.

Brie felt Tom's breath. It turns out that the roses here are the barrier that separates the thirteenth gate.

"Tom." Brie stepped into it, not believing that the so-called Veil was really where the Grim Reaper belonged.

There is no god in this world anymore. Piercing the veil without resistance. A force of death rushed towards Brie, but they were all held back by Brie, making it impossible for them to damage Brie.

As far as the eye could see, Brie was a dark, scorched land. The ground was covered with traces of flames, and in the very center, there was a distorted spatial rift, so small that not even a person could pass through it.

But there was a figure sitting in front of the rift, sitting in silence.

"Whew!" Wind. No, it's the sound of souls wandering. The sky in this world is pitch black, and the surroundings are also pitch black, only the soul wandering in this world is shimming.

And the brightest place is in the rift, because the soul of this world is constantly absorbed by the rift and turned into its own power.

Brie sensed that with each soul absorbed, the rift widened slightly.

"Tom—" Brie stared at the man in front of him. He sat still, with his back to Brie, looking at the crack, not moving a bit.

And there was an old circle on the ground, which seemed to bind him to the rift.

"Whoosh!" A bolt of magic struck Brie from the side.

"Dah Voldemort? No, it's Tom. However, the aura on Tom's body at this time is very strange.

"Your talent is amazing, Mr. Ouder." The man who was sitting in silence made a voice familiar to Brie.

It's Slytherin. Tom, on the other hand, walked over to him and stood silently.

"It's funny that you've rewritten the magic of house-elves, but I've neglected it." Slytherin did something to Tom.

Or rather, he wanted to replace Voldemort.

"You can take him away, but what can you get in exchange?" In an instant, with Slytherin's words, countless roses and thorns poured out from the ground, and the souls that were densely floating in the sky let out a piercing roar.

The soul thorned by the rose seemed to have absorbed the power, and became unconscious, drifting sluggishly towards the rift.

Brie felt a sense of murder. Sure enough, in an instant, a strong blue flame erupted from the rift.

Turning into long snakes and rushing towards Brie. The marks they had scratched had caused countless burns on the ground.

Brie was indifferent and said, "Do you all like to meet and fight first, Your Excellency?" A cyan serpent rose from behind Brie and rushed towards the flaming serpents with endless natural magic.

And with the rise of the green snake, the ground exuded greenery, and the grass actually began to grow on the ground, covering up the traces of burning.

And those flame long snakes also slowly retreated under the attack of the green snakes.

"It's a lot of magic, but it's a pity...... Unfortunately, you showed up too late, if only a thousand years ago. "Slytherin was just testing Brie and had no intention of continuing to fight.

With a wave of his hand, he swung Tom towards Brie. Tom fainted too. Brie single-handedly destroys Tom's body, leaving only his soul.

"Very discreet, hehe." Brie looked at Tom's soul, found nothing else, and put it away with confidence.

"What about Cialis Blake." Brie asked in a deep voice, unsure if Siris had been absorbed by the rift.

"He's, ah, a rebellious child." Slytherin was happy to talk to Brie, after all, Brie's image was to his liking, much better than the Gryffindor who bothered him from time to time.

"When the flesh enters the curtain, man can live a little longer." Slytherin beckoned, and a chaotic soul floated in the distance, and Siris's whole person was infected by the dead breath of the curtain, and only the soul remained, and the body was already shattered.

"Take it if you want, I don't lack a soul or two." Brie frowned slightly as she listened to Slytherin's words, not missing one or two souls, that is, much worse...... Brie looked up, there were too many souls in the sky, even if they were constantly consumed by rifts, they were boundless, and they were still increasing.

Not just the thirteenth gate?

"You're wondering what exists here, aren't you?" Slytherin interrupted Brie's thoughts.

"Naturally, it's weird here."

"Hahaha, all those who die in our world, the soul will only end up going to two places, one is the source of the world, and the other is this, the world of the god of death."

"This is where the rift in our world lies, but there are many such places." Slytherin held out his hand, pointing at the rift.

"There were originally many gods in this world, and they maintained the order of the world, but one day, they left, and this is the trace of their departure."

"How many rifts are there?" Brie couldn't help but ask. He felt that this rift would drain the power of the world.

Because the soul is one of the sources of power in the world, if the soul of this world is absorbed by the rift, it will not become the death realm.

"Many, I don't know, I can only say that there are as many rifts as there were gods left at the beginning, and they are distributed all over the world." Crack...... The dead air here felt familiar to Brie.

The home of the Ancient Tree Elves! The abyss of death! And the large stump of the elven tree in the Scottish Highlands is also so dead.

Are there cracks in all these places?

"It seems that you have been exposed to a lot of things, so what do you think?" Slytherin asked Brie.

"What do you mean?"

"Haha, of course it's the view of the world, you must also wonder why the world is like a straight line, and the future seems to be fixed."

"Time is a straight line, that's really my doubt." Because such a world is monotonous, it feels like no matter how much you do, nothing can change in the end.

"Looks like you don't know about it." Slytherin's voice grew sad.

"The world is already at the end of time and space, and the lines of indeterminism have also intertwined and formed endpoints, so it is almost a straight line, so that we cannot change the future, because there is no future."

"That's the truth of the world, and that's why the time turner is like scrap metal, we can't change anything." The end of the world?

Brie was stunned, he couldn't believe that the world had come to an end.

"How do you know for sure?" Brie was also involuntarily skeptical.

"Haha." As if anticipating Brie's remarks, Slytherin explained, "Because we discovered this problem thousands of years ago, time has become more and more silent. ”

"Ravenclaw is the most composed and calm of us, but she seems so crazy in the face of the silence of time."

"Have you seen the death of Ravenclaw in history?" Slytherin asked Brie rhetorically. Brie remembers.

"Ravenclaw died of grief because of his daughter's departure." Of course, this is just history.

"Yes, Ravenclaw is sad, but this is not the cause of her death, after all, who would believe that a great wizard is sad when he dies, the heart of a great wizard is firm and persistent in faith." Yes, in the hearts of the great wizards, faith is everything to them, and it is absurd that Ravenclaw is a witch who pursues supreme wisdom, how can she die of sadness because of her emotions.

"Let me tell you, because all the answers are in the past, but because of the silence of time, no one can change the past, and then change the future."

"Ravenclaw's crown is made of the mother stone of the Time Stone, she used the crown to go back in time and reverse the decline of the world, but failed, the power of time left her an indelible wound, she can only die."

"But she also succeeded, and she returned to the days of Hogwarts, albeit only a few short years ago, but it gave her hope, even if it was so small that Gryffindor and I thought it was impossible to achieve it again."

"Gryffindor and I both believe that it's better to change the future than to change the past...... However, we have failed, and no matter how many wars in Europe have not given the world a chance to turn around, it is becoming more and more decaying. ”

"We've all failed, we've all failed, and the world is over......"

"What about Hufflepuff?" Brie couldn't help but interrupt Slytherin's dejected muttering.

"Hufflepuff?"

"Hahaha, she is an innocent woman, even if that perseverance is admirable...... Hum...... Haah, she is still looking forward to God's help, but there is no God in this world, even if she talks to God again, what can she do? ”

"A thousand years ago, it was just God's last look back at the world." Finding that Daubley didn't speak, Slytherin asked one last question.

"If there is no hope in this world, will you choose to leave like God?" Brie remained silent.

"Even if it's to leave the place where I was raised?" Brie asked himself, and he was serious about it.

"I'll leave, but that's a situation where this world doesn't give me any hope."

"Hahaha, good answer, I appreciate you, Mr. Oude." Slytherin laughed heartily, but Brie heard sadness.

"I know your choice, we are not all the way, you have not experienced despair."

"Let's go." A large door appeared beside Brie, and Brie silently glanced at the man sitting in front of the rift, and finally stepped inside.

Suddenly, Brie was back in the rose-covered cemetery. The huge tombstone reads - the world.

"Let's go." Brie's mood was complicated, just like facing the contradiction between Muggles and wizards in the world that Dumbledore had told him.

"Do you want to be another savior, Mr. Ode." Brie laughed to herself. But this world is really beautiful.

…… On the other side, the owl flew towards the old Blake house with a locket. At this time, white candles were lit in the old house.

Surrounded by sad-faced wizards. Harry was dressed in black wizarding robes with a white flower pinned to his chest.

Lupin comforted from the sidelines, "We can't change the past, so let's look ahead, at least, Voldemort is dead." Harry's green eyes were filled with mist, and he pursed his lips and clenched his palms.

"I'll go out for a moment, Professor Lupin." Harry touched the corner of his eye, silently walked to the back garden, and sat down on a chair beside him.

On his wrist, there was a tethered time-turner, but it was damaged, and there was no sand of time.

"It would be nice if you could help me turn things around."

"What if Voldemort is dead, but can Siris come back, can my father and mother come back?" Time reversal...... Harry looked at the time-turner in his hand, and a longing was born in his heart.

"Hiss..." Harry clutched his head, a dark glint in his eyes. But then, a voice of surprise came out.

"Harry, Harry, come on, Siris is back, Siris is back!" Lupin's voice of surprise shouted.

"Siris!" Harry was stunned, his expression returned to his original state, and he hurriedly got up and ran to the hall.

There was a commotion in the hall, all because of a locket. Dumbledore was also involved in the funeral, and he was holding the locket at this time, looking at the soul inside, and said, "There is no problem with Siris's soul, but we have to find a way to create a body for him." Dumbledore covered up one of the vials, as there was some red powder in them.

Dumbledore was familiar with it, it was the Philosopher's Stone! The Philosopher's Stone that disappeared in Brie's first year, Dumbledore searched for a long time, but he didn't expect it to be in Brie's hand.

The Philosopher's Stone, which is necessary for the manufacture of the body. Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and smiled helplessly.

"Lupin, I think he still needs the help of Regulus, although he has become a yin corpse, but after all these years of natural magic conception, he already has the breath of a human." Regulus, the younger brother of Siris, was left in the lake of the Dead in the reef by the sea after being transformed into a corpse, and was later brought out by Dumbledore, who was also injured by Voldemort's plot at the time.

Now that Siris is going to be resurrected, he can only rely on his brother's bloodline to make his body more compatible.

…… On the other side, Brie also sets out to resurrect Tom. Compared to Siris, Tom's is simpler.

Brie drips her own blood into the boiling cauldron and tosses Tom's sleeping soul into it.

Soon, under the power of the contract, Tom's physical body began to coalesce. This is a contract between the house-elves, and as long as the master does not die, the master can use his blood to resurrect the servant who turns back into a soul.

"Dear master, Tom is back, hehe." Tom sat naked in the cauldron, chuckling, and looked at Brie lazily.

He knew he could come back, so he didn't fear the curtain at all. When Brie saw him like this, he said, "Don't do something that surprises me, I don't want to go to the mud to get you up next time." "Muddy ground...... Swamp...... Slytherin.

Tom couldn't help but smile when he heard this.

"I'll just be quiet next to you and watch you enough." Tom was surprised by the presence of Slytherin in the Veil, who didn't want to cause trouble for Brie.