There is a story recorded in the collection of the stories of the poet Bean.

The legend of the Three Brothers.

Once upon a time there were three brothers, and at dawn, they traveled along a remote winding road.

The three brothers reached a river in time, a river that was so deep and fast that it was impossible to wade through or swim 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.

That man was the Grim Reaper.

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.

Of the three brothers, the eldest was a belligerent man, and he asked for a wand that was more powerful than any other wand and capable of winning a duel.

So the Grim Reaper cut off the branches of the elderberry and made a wand for the Boss, and that wand was the Elder Wand.

The second of the three brothers is an arrogant man who wants to humiliate the Grim Reaper, so he asks for the power to summon the others from the Grim Reaper.

Death 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.

That stone is the Resurrection Stone

In the end, the third child was a modest and intelligent man who did not trust the god of death and asked for something that could go beyond the jurisdiction of the god of death.

Reluctantly, Death gave him his cloak of invisibility.

Elder Wand, Resurrection Stone, Cloak of Invisibility.

This is the Tri-Sacred Weapon of Death.

After that, the eldest was cut out because of showing off his strength, and the second child committed suicide in despair because he couldn't stand the indifference of his lover who recalled him.

Only the third child, relying on the invisibility cloak, lived to old age, and finally left with a relieved death.

The person in front of him said that he was a god of death, and John was a little distracted.

"So I'm going to die?" Staring under the hood of death, John wanted to see clearly.

The Grim Reaper was in a good mood, and he smiled, "Not bad. ”

"Okay, save someone's life and put it in, I suddenly feel so stupid."

John is not a person who can accept death easily, he has just stepped out of the road of the White Devil, and he didn't expect it to be gone.

But even if he doesn't want to, he can't help it, death is in front of him, and he has no power now.

So he behaved calmly, which made the Grim Reaper even more surprised.

"You're not afraid of death?" Death asked.

John shrugged, spread his hands, and said indifferently, "Then what else do you think I can do, kill you and run away?" ”

He made no secret of his thoughts, because there was no point in it.

Death froze, then let out a low laugh.

"You're really funny."

As if to find something fun, Death raised his hand, and John's soon-to-be-dispersed soul was resolidated.

John was stunned for a moment, and looked at the Grim Reaper suspiciously.

Death plays: "There was once a man like you, who accepted death calmly. ”

"You're not yet dead, and in fact, I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you."

Death raised his hand, and John felt his body being pulled away from here by a force.

"The Blurry Illusion is where the wandering people are, and the people who play with death are intolerable, you helped me solve one, and in return, I will send you back."

His eyes went blank, and the white light stung his eyes, making him close.

Opening his eyes again, John saw a face full of snot and tears, almost falling on himself.

"I'll go!"

One pushed Damo Alex away so hard that John was terrified and checked himself to see if he was glued.

His face was full of disgust, as if he was not the one who had just experienced life and death.

Damo Alex was already stunned, John was obviously not breathing just now, and he didn't think much about it, he rushed to John in ecstasy.

"Stop, I know you're excited, but don't get excited!"

John disliked it and quickly told him to stop.

Damo Alex braked the car, and John gave himself a full check.

"Really back?"

He was still facing death a few seconds ago, and now he's back?

With some hesitation, he reluctantly slapped himself in the face.

John gasped and his cheeks swollen.

"It seems to be true."

After confirming that it was true, he breathed a sigh of relief and began to feel the soreness in his body.

Glancing at the vial, John smelled of potion as soon as he opened his mouth.

God knows how many potions Damo Alex drank on himself, making him feel his stomach bloated, and he wanted to vomit.

Looking up at Nagini's place, the beautiful woman was lying on the ground, her soul's eyes full of surprise.

"I'm back, Nagini."

John greeted her easily: "You're welcome back too." ”

Putting Nagini's soul back, the sleeping beautiful woman muttered, and when she opened her eyes, she blinked a little uncomfortably.

Blinking, tears flowing.

A smile appeared on her face, tears rolling down her face.

"Thank you, John."

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Life is precious, love is ...... Love can also be precious.

If it is for the sake of freedom, can't the three of them be together?

As someone who almost died, John was filled with emotion.

Although there were many twists and turns this time, the result was good in the end.

It's Nagini's soul is broken, and he can't walk yet.

John made a wheelchair for her to keep in Belby Manor.

I don't know if the blood spell has a preservation function, John asked, Nagini is a person who can be a grandmother, and she still looks like she is in her twenties.

This function, if it weren't for the fact that it would turn into a snake, it is estimated that the woman in the wizarding world would be cursed.

Rubbing his shoulders, John instructed Damo Alex to take care of Nagini before preparing to go back to school.

Needless to say, Damo Alex would also take care of Nagini as if he were his own mother.

That's a blood spell.

The curse recognized as unsolvable in the wizarding world has been unraveled by itself, and the second Merlin First Class Medal seems to be beckoning to Damo Alex.

If you want to move Nagini, even if you are Voldemort, Damo Alex dares to fight each other for the curse.

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【Ding, complete the quest, get +1 for any point】

[Soul Walker: Wandering in the realm of life and death, holding a death token can enter and exit the blurry illusion]

John is an apparition back to Hogsmeade.

The man left in the morning and came back close to sunset.

There's still time to hang out for a while, but it's a pity that John isn't in the mood for that.

He went to Duke Honey's candy store and bought a dozen chocolates, and when he ate them, his pale and bloodless face finally got better.

His face was frighteningly white just now, and the proprietress of Duke Honey's candy store almost thought he was a vampire.

"Is it because the soul is weak that the hand is not obedient?"

Looking at his right hand, holding the chocolate and trembling, John was helpless, it seemed that he was going to raise it for a while.

After completing his daily incantation at sunset, John returns to Hogwarts.

The hand tremors didn't get better for a while, but John used his left hand to use his wand.

Back at Hogwarts Castle, he plunged headlong into the common room.

He needs to get a good night's sleep, and he won't be able to sleep again.

By the time John woke up, dinner time had passed.

He went to the kitchen without hurrying, house-elves were used to it.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

"Meat, preferably steak."

John waited for a moment, and the house-elf offered the steak like a treasure.

He ate slowly, eating the steak in his stomach and turning it into strength.

But John savored it, and his face changed from doubt to horror.

A steak is finished, and he asks for another apple pie.

After taking a bite of the apple pie, John's face was dead.

He has no sense of taste.

When I ate chocolate before, I didn't notice this because I was in too much of a hurry.

Now what he put into his mouth, there was nothing but taste.

The taste is the same as chewing wax.

After eating the apple pie mechanically, John walked away with a dead face.

The cost of saving people on this trip is too great.

He sat in the common room for a long time before accepting this.

"Let a foodie have no sense of taste, you are really ruthless."

John clenched his fists, an undercurrent welling in his eyes.

At this moment, an idea sprung up in his mind, why don't you collect the Deathly Hallows himself and catch the Grim Reaper and fight it?

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