Everyday Players at Hogwarts

Chapter 365: The Death of Death

Chapter 836 The Dead Grim Reaper

"Haha! Finally, we're going to fight the Grim Reaper!

Do you know how scared I was in the past few years?

I could only spend my time hanging out with my girlfriends, studying magic, being a capitalist, traveling around, and enjoying delicious food!

Now, the Grim Reaper is finally out!" Ryan couldn't help thinking as he watched the increasingly dark and deep black sun.

He snapped his fingers.

The shadow world opened up, and Hermione, Fleur, and Penelope were pulled in after being cast with the magic of neglect.

Ryan in the Room of Requirement said goodbye to Luna and transferred her to the Kingdom of Shadows.

After all, they had all said before that if they faced the Grim Reaper, they couldn't avoid them.

Just like before, Kate asked Ryan to watch the live broadcast if he killed Voldemort himself.

And, this way, they can also get together.

Get familiar with each other in advance.

In the shadow world,

In the principal's office of Hogwarts,

Kate, who was sitting in a high-back chair and watching the live broadcast of Azkaban Island, was startled.

By the people who suddenly appeared behind her.

"Is that black sun the god of death?" Hermione said worriedly.

She actually wanted to turn her face away in front of Kate and Penelope, whom she was not familiar with.

But when she saw Ryan standing under the dark sun.

She forgot everything.

The same was true for the other people.

They began to chatter about some seemingly complaining but actually worried words.

Unconsciously, their relationship was brought closer.

On the other side, under Ryan's burning gaze.

In addition to the black sun above his head, the surrounding environment finally changed.

A bright mist began to cover the entire island.

And then, a huge head formed by this cloud-like steam appeared in the air.

After the eye sockets lit up with azure light, the head's 'mouth' began to open and close, "Violator,

Descendant of Antioch Peverell.

Divine wizard.

Destroyed the sacred destiny line.

Killed the sinner.

Conclusion: expel the promised land of mankind and return to the netherworld."

The head slowly turned again,

The azure light in the 'eyes' seemed to travel through time and space, through the sea level in the mirror world, and projected on Harry.

"Restart the trial. Restart the sacred destiny line."

"Oh?" Ryan chuckled, "Not killing me.

But preparing to pull me directly into the afterlife?

Like those immortals, gods, and my Smith ancestors who were too powerful to be watched?

Before killing Voldemort, I took back the identity of Ryan Smith, the unmarked son of prophecy.

How come it has no effect on the result?

You know, I finally transcended fate and got rid of it by practicing the Moon's phantom body."

The head's sight heard the words and projected back on Ryan.

In response to Ryan's questioning.

He was not angry, just like an emotionless robot.

He replied calmly: "Harry Potter's succession to the throne is a reality determined by the sacred destiny line.

Your destiny line is undetectable. Veto.

Killing the descendant of sin should be rewarded.

Destroying the sacred destiny line is not a crime, a natural loophole.

Divine wizards should not stay in the promised land of mankind.

Belong to the netherworld."

"Destroying the destiny line you set is not a crime? Should I say you are magnanimous?" Ryan sneered, "Come on, don't talk to me with your will projection.

Please come in person!"

Ryan's jade-like skin began to burst with light.

The bright mist and the huge head dissipated into the air.

Leaving only a stiff sentence, "Attacked. Enforced."

"Wait for you to force? Sorry, I prefer to take the initiative." Ryan himself turned into a bright moon and flew towards the black sun in the sky.

The bright moon is bright, and the black sun is dim.

The two of them were like real celestial bodies hanging in the sky.

The sky was torn apart by their fight.

On the boat on the sea.

The elite wizards were all exhausted and slumped on the ground.

Before the black sun appeared, they just couldn't use magic.

But after the silver moon appeared, their bodies also lost control.

In the eyes of some wizards who happened to fall down and see the black sun.

That black sun was obviously at least thousands of miles away from them.

But as the black sun and the silver moon shined against each other.

The dark area in the black sun became inexplicably clear.

The outline of an ancient bronze throne gradually changed from blurry to clear.

So clear that a small hollow design on the armrest of the throne seemed to be right in front of him.

So, the black-haired and black-eyed boy sitting on the throne seemed to be within reach.

His skin seemed to have the luster of pearls, and there was no trace of pores.

There was an lingering majesty between his handsome eyebrows.

It seemed as if he would stand up in the next second and punish the rebellious criminals.

However, he seemed like a dead body, a sculpture, and a lifeless inorganic object.

Compared with the Ministry of Magic employees and members of the Order of the Phoenix on the ship.

Ryan, who turned directly into Silver Moon and confronted Black Sun, could see more clearly.

Not to mention that Ryan had extraordinary senses.

The throne of the God of Death was clearly a corpse.

The previous conversations between him and Ryan were all based on the magic words left in the corpse.

If the magic painting relies on the traces left by the wizard in the world.

This structure is even more outrageous.

It is like artificial intelligence composed of programs.

The memory in the corpse serves as its think tank.

It can be said that it is just a living magic of Ignotus Peverell.

He died at the moment of his ascension to the god.

He planned everything in the afterlife and the future.

He may have a strong gift for prophecy.

So he chose to kill himself.

He gained incomparable strength by becoming the god of death.

The moment he killed himself was also his strongest moment.

He saw a distant and beautiful future.

For this predetermined future.

He set the established rules in his body.

The immortals and the powerful Smith family must leave the world, and the arrangement of the heirs, the inside story, etc. are probably all included.

If Zhou Yi had not traveled through time and merged with Ryan.

I am afraid that the future is indeed as the god of death deduced.

Thinking of this, Ryan frowned.

In the quiet moon, the true forms of the sea of stars, phoenix, Chronos, Vishnu, Odin, Jehovah, etc., which gave birth to thousands of things, flashed one by one.

Under the blessing of the first cause in these myths, the cosmic egg,

Silver Moon, that is, Ryan himself, has easily broken the black sun hundreds of times.

But in order not to harm the afterlife, and the god of death is dead and cannot die again.

Every time the black sun is broken, it will be restored in the next moment.

So much so that everyone on the boat, the mirror world, and the shadow kingdom did not notice that it had been broken.

"He lived in the past and died the moment he ascended to godhood.

The mark I left in his body is also for living things.

Not the dead whose souls are dead.

Unless

he can go back to the past to stop it, it is still his death.

Otherwise, he cannot be defeated-without harming the afterlife."

In Ryan's silver eyes, the golden clock began to tick.