In Diagon Alley, Helbo sat opposite Allen. Both his hands rested on the cobra-shaped walking stick.
Allen straightened his back. Facing the pressure that was faintly emanating from the other party, his back tightened. He felt his blood flow being squeezed, and his mind was a little dizzy. Although Luna told him that this was just an incarnation of the God of Death without any real power, and that it was not a real threat to them, as a mortal, he could still feel the pressure that came from the other party's identity as a true god.
"Would you like some?" In front of the incarnation of a true god, Allen tried his best to hide his vigilance and discomfort. He pushed the menu on the stall in the direction of Helbo.
At this moment, the pressure that the opponent gave Allen was different from the Grim Reaper he saw in the underworld behind the curtain. The Grim Reaper he saw back then was almost impossible to look straight at. Just getting close to him seemed to be enough to suffocate him. Although the current one made Allen's hair stand on end, and every cell in his body was warning him that the wizard was extremely dangerous, Allen could still barely make himself look normal.
Helbo's gaze rested on the remaining brownie cake in Allen's hand. His hoarse voice was calm as he said, "Δφχαριστ?? Thank you in Greek. "
"Two brownies, thank you." Allen waved at the shop assistant and directed the circled menu to fly over.
The shop assistant quickly brought over two chocolate brownies sprinkled with walnuts and almonds. The difference in strength was too great, and he could not sense Helbo's existence at all. The shop assistant, who was relaxed, was even a little happy. "It's really an honor that Mr. Allen Harris likes our cake."
Hailbo ignored the fork on the side of the cake and directly picked up the cake with his hand. Because he didn't control his strength well, his fingers broke through the crispy surface and reached the fluffy part of the cake, pinching it out of shape. Contrary to his well-dressed appearance, Helbo bit off a piece of cake in a somewhat rude manner. With a mouthful of cake in his mouth, he was stunned for a moment. He had not eaten any food for two thousand years, so he had forgotten how to eat for a moment. After a pause, he remembered that he should continue chewing.
After swallowing the cake in his mouth, Helbo wiped his chocolate-stained fingers on the tablecloth and said, "Apricot."
Allen put down his fork and adjusted his posture to make himself look more relaxed. His body leaned against the back of the chair. His back touched the object, which also supported his stressed body.
"That is not a power that mortals should be able to control." Helbo pointed his walking stick in the direction of the temple.
"You were once a mortal as well." Allen did not like Helbo's tone. That arrogant tone revealed the other party's contempt. Ever since he had mastered those arcane secret arts and obscure knowledge over the past few years, it had been a long time since he had the experience of not being taken seriously by others.
"I was' once 'a mortal. You should advise the false god who is watching us in the temple to not try to deceive others to obtain faith." Helbo was calm, completely unmoved by Allen's sarcastic tone. "Every mortal will die. Death is a part of the cycle of life. It is not the end, but another beginning. It is not a punishment, but an indispensable necessity in life."
Helbo spoke as if he was minding his own business. If Allen had not received information about the Netherese Scroll from Luna, it would not have been easy for him to understand what Helbo was saying. However, the feeling of being ignored by Helbo made Allen even angrier. This helped him to relax a little when facing Helbo's suppression. He leaned forward slightly and asked, "Didn't you use a similar method to obtain your clergy? Come to think of it, we were just trying to prevent you from absorbing the souls. "
With regards to his act of devouring the souls of the dead to increase his power being exposed by Allen, Helbo's emotions still did not have any ripples. He was just calmly trying to guide Allen back to the right path that he believed to be. "Mortal, if you and that false god are trying to escape death just for this reason, I have already corrected this mistake caused by my mortal nature. Death is just another way of existence. The mortal's fear of death is only because of ignorance. Living will also encounter things worse than death. "
In the face of Helbo's guidance, Allen had some doubts. Helbo seemed to be indicating that he no longer continued to greedily absorb the souls of the dead, as if he was just trying to complete the work of the clergy. However, the things that happened after he was pulled into the veil by Helbo last year still made him refuse. "I think it's best for me to control my own fate, and not put my hopes on whether you will make mistakes."
As soon as Allen finished speaking, he couldn't help but lean against the back of his chair. The pressure brought about by the difference between the power of a true god that Helbo had suddenly revealed and his own identity as a mortal made Allen's nerves tense. The suffocating feeling as if he had fallen into the deep sea tightly bound Allen. The pressure was like a pair of giant hands formed by death, mercilessly squeezing and kneading the air around Allen, not leaving a single gap. However, unlike the first time he met Helbo behind the curtain, this time, he relied on the power given to him by reading the Netherese Scroll to expel the darkness of death. The air with the aroma of nuts and chocolate on the brownies quickly filled his lungs again.
"The Netherese Scroll is not a power that you should have mastered. The arcanists of Netheril had no restrictions on their research, and they dared to break the prohibition of the gods and tried to steal power that they should not have. The whole world was almost destroyed because of it." The Grim Reaper seemed to have noticed that the power of his incarnation in the mortal world was no longer effective on the little wizard in front of him. He still looked at Allen expressionlessly as if nothing had happened. "As long as the false god gives up her plan, and you no longer continue to practice knowledge that should not exist in the mortal world, I can overlook your foolish attempt to live forever in the mortal world."
At the same time, Hogsmeade Village.
Bair gently waved his arm, as if wiping out the lives of the wizards in the village was as easy as brushing away a cloud of smoke. The wings on his back flapped gently, and he gradually flew up. Around his waist were human skulls that were constantly wailing. The skulls opened their mouths wide, and the hollow eyes of the skulls sent chills down everyone's spine.
Hearing Bair's words, the wizards who had lost their ability to move seemed to have seen their future from the skulls. Despair filled the sky of Hogsmeade.
A strange and unique voice came out of Bair's mouth, and red light began to spread slowly in the sky. Countless red rays of light surged wildly, and the light slowly spread out like countless fireballs that were about to converge in the sky. The bright red color occupied the whole sky.
A strong wind blew, and the thatched roofs on both sides of Hogsmeade Street rustled. Even with magic reinforcement, some of the roofs were still blown away by the strong wind. The wizards who were stunned in place were blown away by the strong wind. Hermione's disheveled hair was blown back by the strong wind, and she could not open her eyes.
"No … He's summoning a meteor … This is a meteor explosion! Even if it's only a small piece, it's enough to destroy us all … "At the entrance of the Three Brooms Bar, an old wizard covered in scars pointed at the strange phenomenon in the sky and cried out in despair. He had just tried to use floo powder to escape through the fireplace, and when he found that the connection between the floo network was also disrupted, he decided to take the risk and rush out of the bar. That was when he saw the scene in front of him.
The sky was red, and the red color was getting thicker and thicker, as if it was going to crush the whole of Hogsmeade into the ground. Hearing the old wizard's words, the wizards panicked and fled in all directions, trying to get out of the anti-apparition range.
The terrifying wind continued to pour into their ears, and in the midst of the panicked screams of the people and the roar of the wind, the old wizard collapsed on the ground, holding the iron bottle. With trembling hands, he pulled out the cork and poured the remaining liquid into his mouth. He whimpered, "It's too late …"
Then, the air of Hogsmeade that was drowned in despair and screams suddenly became silent.
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