Hogwarts Everything is Three

When the **** of death finished speaking, he raised his arm and waved it. The Greek sliced ​​cakes in the vessel ran out like legs. The moment they stepped out, they instantly lost their original luster and sweet taste, and even burst into gray. The surface is also cracked with wrinkles.

　　 are like the undead in the food, they still jumped into the palm of the death **** Haierbo, and some cake scraps also shake off because of this jump.

Grim Reaper took a bite and chewed carefully, and the silver bowl with intricate carvings in ancient Greek style was squeezed into the table. When it came out again, the bowl was filled with those pockets that Alan was very familiar with. cake.

These snacks began to jump around in the silver bowl enchantment one by one, happily twisting and tap dancing-this kind of scene Alan was too familiar with, it was obviously his professor Felius ·Professor Flitwick’s personal habit of entertaining students from his college to visit his office.

This made Alan’s heart sink. He represents that Professor Flitwick’s soul is not only in the hands of the **** of death Helbo, but also used by him before the war begins-thinking of the proposal that the other party just said, Allen secretly speculated in his heart that he probably had to use the professor's soul as a bargaining chip when he took the death.

"Mr. Helbo, I don't understand, what do you mean?" The joints of Allen's hand holding the staff protruded, and his flat tone sounded very cold. At this time, his chest was filled with anger and agitated. , Half-squinted his eyes and began to make up his mind to save Flitwick’s soul as much as possible without affecting the major event.

"Mr. Harris, you and I should now know that he is not that important to you... But the owner of these cake recipes is part of the proposal I just said." The ram-like cheek of Death Helbo shrank down. He stared at Alan, his hoarse voice was unwavering, "Then let me be something serious, I know you and Ms. Ravenclaw's plans, she wants to use you to lure me out of this piece, so that I can continue. The land of the underworld that adjusts the power...You think that the mortal world outside is free from the underworld's suppression of you and her, and you want to solve your disadvantages and work together to deal with me..."

　　Although Helbo, the **** of death, knew about their plans actually in his and Luna's expectations, they knew that they couldn't keep each other away. But at the beginning, he was so naked and bluntly broken by the other party, which still made Alan curl his lips in annoyance, knowing that this challenge is more difficult than imagined.

"Although I am confident that even if my body leaves here, I might not lose out if I go outside to fight against Ms. Ravenclaw... Mr. Harris has doubts about this?" The **** of death saw Alan's appearance, but faced him. Asking suspiciously, "Let's think about each other from another angle, if you are in a situation that is not considered dangerous, would you run out to take risks because of this kind of win-loss ratio?" Haierbo's crutches faced Ai Ren nodded in his direction, "Even if you are the one with a 70% win rate..."

　　 Allen raised his eyebrows, and asked in a pretentiously relaxed rhetoric: "But, Mr. Helbo, shouldn't I come to your house now?"

"I have to admit that in my cognition, Ms. Ravenclaw and Mr. Harris, who are mortals, shouldn't worry you... But to my surprise, Ms. Ravenclaw was originally a false god. With your method from Mr. Harris... The growth speed makes me unable to predict you anymore when I react..." The death **** Helbo nodded, and then slightly tilted to the right, his yellow eyes frozen. Allen is like looking at some strange collection, "Preaching is not an easy task. Mortals will be smarter as the age goes on. The wizards are inherently lack of faith... You can let Ms. Ravenclaw Becoming a true **** in a short time is indeed a mortal worthy of my respect."

"I have always liked to initiate and promote changes, and do my best to pursue the progress of the magic world." Facing the proud compliment of the **** of death Helbo, Allen still responded politely, "but I also like tradition. , The age of wizards and gods in the age of the magic empire also makes me want to go, but Mr. Helbo, have you tried to recruit believers before?"

"When I was a new god, but later I discovered the special nature of my priesthood, the dependence on believers can be less strong..." Helbo folded his hands on the crutches, "but later I discovered that my priesthood Particularity, the dependence on believers may not be so strong..."

　　 "No matter how the divine power is available, it is good divine power..." Allen confronted him without flinching, "I actually want to thank you for your actions to speed up this process..."

"I have to remind you that not long after Ms. Ravenclaw has just been promoted to the true god, she has been promoted so fast compared to a lot of powers that have not been mastered... If you go to war with me, this is something that can't be ended in a short time. Those mortals who started to believe in her in order to survive, if your ridiculous line of defense is harassed a little more by me...the shallow believers may abandon her at any time...this kind of belief can be the icing on the cake~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but I want to rely on it. …"

"So it depends on my performance in the end, isn't it?" Allen stared straight at the other person, then smiled slightly, "Mr. Helbo, I wonder if you just saw the mental state shown by the living beings. No?"

"So it's worth giving you a chance for me and me. Let's talk now... Mr. Harris." Helbo's yellow eyes are as calm as a deep pool, but his voice is slow and dangerous. "Whether you believe it or not, I I am worried because of the battle between the gods... As long as it happens, it is bound to be dangerous and will inevitably bring disaster to the mortal world of the living."

"Death comes when it should be, so the advancement is not consistent with your job? How much will you be subject to your clergy?" Allen's attitude towards death is not happy and a little worried, but in action He still let his body lean back slightly, "So Mr. Helbo, let's get it straight, what's your proposal?"

Alan raised his chin and understood the meaning of the death **** Helbo. The reason why he had the patience to analyze these to himself, who had a contempt for mortals, was nothing more than to show that although he has the advantage, even if the chance is small. Unwilling to risk falling.

"Mr. Harris, you just mentioned the age of wizards and gods in the magic empire. Compared to that period of time that is also very ancient to me..." Haierbo could detect the ridicule of Ai without looking up. He didn't care about his look, he just asked another question, "Now the provoker of the confrontation with Ms. Ravenclaw, at least this time, it's not me anymore."