The Department of Mysteries has a lot of mysteries.

That loving room is one.

The Hall of Death, the same one.

This is the place where the death penalty was carried out.

However, due to the fact that in the past, the Ministry of Magic has cooperated with Dementors.

Death and execution of these things became the work of the Dementors.

As a result, the Hall of Death was abandoned for a long time.

That arch that doesn't know where it leads, doesn't have to be death behind it.

At one point, Sirius almost fell in and was kicked out by John.

Speaking of which, John is a benefactor of Sirius.

Standing in front of the arch again, the thin draperies swaying.

There wasn't any wind here, but it was floating.

John could feel the Deathly Hallows' aura similar to that of the arch.

Yes, yes, yes.

"I walked out of Nirvana, and now I enter when I live."

...

Magic Tower.

Winter is not very friendly to birds, but good for dogs.

Riddle opened his eyes, and in winter he loved to sleep.

As if to see something, it waved its wings away from the magic tower.

Basil saw it leave and didn't chase after it.

Underneath the Magic Tower.

The girl is doing an inner struggle.

She looked at the door and tried to push it open, but she retracted.

After several attempts, she didn't push the door in the end.

Turning to leave, a dark shadow swooped down on her head.

Grab the girl's shoulders.

"Riddle?"

Daphne was startled, and she saw what was grabbing her.

Riddle saw her hesitating below and simply flew down.

Daphne is grabbed by Riddle with an owl head on her head.

Riddle screamed twice, and the door to the magic tower opened.

This time Daphne must not leave.

"Christmas is coming, and it makes sense for me to give Christmas presents."

As if explaining to Riddle, and as if convincing herself, Daphne cheered herself up and finally took a brave step.

It was only when she entered the magic tower that she could feel the cold coming from this empty tower.

Compared to the outside, it was even colder here, as if it was more than ten degrees lower.

The black walls and the shadows beneath your feet are intimidating.

There was only one staircase leading to nowhere, so deep that it seemed to lead to the abyss.

Daphne was momentarily stunned.

The great witch king did not give himself a golden splendor, only this endless darkness to accompany him.

Daphne's mind grew heavy.

Or maybe it's because Riddle is standing on her shoulder.

She walked up the stairs as if she had a pair of eyes watching her.

Stepping up the stairs, she made her way to the top floor.

When she came to her senses, the stairs were still there.

The staircase was already dark.

She had no way back but to keep going.

There seems to be no end to the road.

Daphne gritted her teeth and insisted, sweat running across her cheeks.

Riddle kindly wiped her with his feathers.

"Thank you, Riddle."

Amazingly, it was Riddle's decision for herself, and Daphne thought it might be the best.

Only by walking up this staircase can she know what kind of path the person she likes is taking.

Riddle's round eyes stared at Daphne's struggling climb of the stairs, it had no intention of coming down.

It's just that it seems to know a lot.

...

Hall of Death.

John prepares to enter the arch.

It's like a place full of requisitioning spells, and no one knows where it leads.

The secret was about to be solved by John.

He listened to the whispers coming from behind the archway, indistinct, as if they were the whispers of those who had left behind.

Take the first step.

John set out for death.

Born to die.

I once gave myself a word.

John got closer and closer to the arch, until he stepped into the back.

The whisper grew stronger, desperately digging into his ears.

John's expression was flat, and those voices were nothing more than a slightly noisy noise for those who had experienced death.

His body began to disappear, and under the cloak, he could feel it become illusory.

It's like a portkey, pulling people to different places.

It's a very different feeling.

Few people were able to stay awake on the way to death, and John did.

He saw the wind, snow and frost, a world that had no end.

The undead walk here in confusion, they have no sense of self, and some only move forward instinctively.

Some of them have worn out their shoes, and a pair of feet have left blood marks on the ground.

The road is rough, and occasionally galloping horses can be seen, pulling a cart.

There were also knights after death, riding on his foals.

"This is the way to the world of the dead."

The fog there is the same as John had seen in Nirvana.

Only through here can you reach the other side.

John guessed that he was awake because of the Deathly Hallows on his body.

It is the object of death, and these things can make people avoid death.

John walked forward.

The fog was impenetrable, and he could only follow the aimless revenant.

Some died in modern times, dressed in shabby suits, while others wore medieval costumes.

The road is so long that people have not reached it for a long time.

Lost souls need guidance.

The Resurrection Stone appeared in John's hand, which was able to draw the power of the soul.

Holding the Resurrection Stone in his right hand, every ghost he passes by, will follow behind him.

After a day, there were already more than a dozen souls following him.

Moving on, John didn't feel tired.

On the contrary, the soul followed, making him more and more abundant.

He thought for a moment, and after all, it should be help from the Deathly Hallows.

These things exert more power in the world of death.

John led the way ahead and walked for another two days.

Behind him was a team of no less than fifty people.

The Resurrection Stone becomes a beacon in the hand, illuminating the path of the ghost.

The Elder Wand waved, separating the fog out of its path.

The Cloak of Invisibility scared John into becoming a guide.

His mood grew calmer, as if he was becoming a god of death, guiding the way.

It's a wonderful feeling that you can't stop.

He continued to advance, and a knight rode by and joined the group.

There were nobles who followed in horse-drawn carriages.

Behind him the spirits formed a long procession in this realm of death.

The Witch King used his wand to open the way, and used stones as lights.

By the fourth day, there were more than a thousand souls following John.

It's a huge team.

He had to raise his right hand.

The shoes of the undead are worn out, and the rough roads and cold wind and snow are tormenting the dead.

Day 5.

More and more undead are seeing the guide to him

We all come together.

Let this team exceed two thousand people.

They walked up and filled a dozen turns in the winding road.

Some of the undead died on the way, and the soul became an even weaker existence.

Day 6.

The wind and snow continued, and the fog that had been cut through began to recover.

As a guide, John increased his horsepower to make those fogs recover later.

The ranks have reached a staggering four thousand.

They are doubling every day.

There are countless undead in this world, and all John can do is take away those lost undead.

On the seventh day the number came to eight thousand.

There are also wizards among them, but after the death of the wizard, it is also a mess.

It could have been killed by the Requisition Curse, or it could have been due to a Potions Trial.

The souls of wizards are strange, and their spells are extremely strange.

But more often than not, the soul dies in this world.

Not only a place of death, but also a place of exile.

On the eighth day, sixteen thousand.

The long procession looked down from the sky like a long snake.

They twist and turn, unwavering in one direction.

John wasn't sure how far he'd come, but his body wasn't tired in the slightest.

The cloak of the Grim Reaper gives him a constant source of power in the world of death.

He could clearly feel that the destination was approaching.

Although he didn't know where the destination was.

Just a feeling, a feeling that keeps him going.

He didn't want to stop.

Even when the undead fell behind him, he didn't stop.

One step at a time, towards that destination.

Day 9.

He finally saw the end, and it was a river with a gilded crystal bridge.

Strangely, the bridge was hung by only one hair.

John came here with the spirits of the dead.

He stopped, but the undead behind him continued on his way.

They walked up the bridge, one after the other.

The hair didn't even shake, and the water under his feet was gentle.

But no soul wanted to get closer.

Once close, they let out an unconscious scream.

This procession of tens of thousands of people walked across the bridge.

John was about to move forward.

Suddenly, he stopped again.

This time an acquaintance appeared.

"You appeared in the world of death, John Wick."

Under the cloak, the bony finger pointed at John.

John saw the roadblocker, and he had a smile on his lips.

As if he saw an old friend, he said meaningfully, "I thought I needed to get a little more into it before I could see you."

Death.

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