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Suddenly, Meng Qing raised his head abruptly. Just now, he felt a strange sense of being watched. Something was observing him.

Bright light surged in his eyes. After a moment, Meng Qing suddenly smiled.

"I just remembered that there is such a thing in this world."

The next moment, Meng Qing suddenly turned into countless light particles and disappeared on the spot. Only one sentence was heard intermittently by Grindelwald.

"I'm going to play with the leader of your world."

The leader of our world?

Grindelwald frowned. It shouldn't be Dumbledore. To be honest, facing an existence that had nothing to do with Avada Kedavra, Grindelwald didn't think Dumbledore was qualified to attract the other party's attention.

But, if it wasn't Dumbledore, who else could be called the leader of this world?

After just a moment of thinking, Grindelwald's expression suddenly changed.

"Could it be, the god of death!"

The realm of death is called Hades in the East and the Hades in the West. In the Harry Potter world, this is the territory of the god of death, a place that even the most powerful magician cannot set foot in.

At this moment, as the only god of death in the world, his eyes hidden under his coat were filled with visible surprise and confusion.

"What kind of existence is that? Why is it immune to death?"

"I am not immune to death, it's just that the death of this world cannot define me."

The god of death was shocked: "Who, who is talking!"

"You were just mumbling about me, it's not good to pretend not to know me now."

Along with these words, a light that should not have appeared in this dark and deep realm of death appeared, pure, dazzling, and eye-catching, like a sun.

The next moment, the light gathered and condensed into a figure, with a faint golden glow around him. Compared with the death god wearing a coat and a tall hat, the other party was more like a god.

The death god took a deep breath, bowed slightly, and performed a gentleman's etiquette: "Nice to meet you, god from another world."

Such momentum and such a gesture are impossible for those magicians to do. The other party's identity is obvious, and he does not belong to this world at all.

Meng Qing looked down at the Death God below calmly: "You are very happy, but I am not very happy."

"To be more precise, it is disappointment."

"Death God? A Death God like you is really an insult to the word Death God."

The face of the Death God changed instantly, and he looked at Meng Qing coldly: "As a god, why do you insult me ​​like this!"

"Do you want to start a war!"

"Nonsense, otherwise do you think I came here to eat hot pot with you?"

As soon as the voice fell, Meng Qing suddenly chose to attack, and a big hand formed completely by light suddenly slapped down towards the Death God.

Boom! !

The hundred-meter ground was instantly blown up.

Looking at the mess below, MengQing rubbed his chin.

"Dead?"

"I shouldn't."

"But you can't sense the other party's existence. You have some tricks!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind Meng Qing. A torrent of magic power that was at least a hundred times stronger than the first Dark Lord Grindelwald suddenly rushed towards Meng Qing and instantly pierced Meng Qing. Not only that, the pouring torrent of magic power actually blasted a long and terrifying ditch on the ground.

The God of Death looked coldly at the gully created by his own blow and sneered: "Ridiculous guy, as gods, there is a huge gap."

"I agree with what you said. As gods, you and those I have seen before are indeed very different."

The face of the God of Death changed instantly, and he looked around vigilantly.

At the same time, the coat behind him had a strange wave, and the next moment, it disappeared completely.

"The invisibility cloak, one of the three deathly hallows?"

"No, it's stronger than that, so, is this the real body of the three deathly hallows? Those magicians' hands are actually just imitations?"

The god of death did not respond, as if he had completely disappeared.

"The artifact still has something, but unfortunately, you are too bad."

"You say you are the god of death, but in fact you are just a hundred times magnified Grindelwald. No, it's too insulting to say that. Grindelwald is probably equivalent to a hundred times magnified Voldemort."

The god of death almost exploded. As the only true god in the Harry Potter world, how could he not know Voldemort?

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"I found you~"

The voice suddenly sounded from the ear of the god of death.

"Your emotions fluctuate so easily. It seems that you are just a lucky person who has obtained this ability by chance."

The God of Death suddenly showed a look of horror. However, before the God of Death could do anything else, the next moment, light, endless light, came and covered the entire area.

Boom! Boom! Boom...[]

Countless light spots, like light cannons, bombarded the area of ​​several thousand meters for a full minute.

When everything stopped, Meng Qing waved his hand, and several things slowly floated into Meng Qing's hands.

A magic wand, a magic stone, and a magic stone are the so-called three holy instruments of death, and they are genuine. In addition to these three, there is another thing, which is a mass of black matter.

"Some kind of condensation similar to the priesthood."

Meng Qing held the last item in his hand and smiled.

He didn't want to be the god of death. The real god of death was still acceptable. The god of death in the Harry Potter world was, as he said, an enlarged version of Voldemort.

What Meng Qing really cared about was that this thing could be regarded as the purest essence of magic in the Harry Potter world. If this thing was connected to the authentic three deathly hallows and refined into a divine weapon, perhaps it could forge aA special artifact, an artifact with Avada Kedavra as the main power and instant death power!

Meng Qing does not need other fancy abilities, he only needs to maximize the effectiveness of Avada Kedavra and strive to create a top-level instant death artifact that can kill Buddha.

The next moment, Meng Qing's figure disappeared from the spot.

In almost an instant, countless light particles reappeared in Grindelwald's castle.

Grindelwald saw Meng Qing again and bowed gracefully. Etiquette and elegance were deeply rooted in Grindelwald's bones. This is really a very charismatic Dark Lord.

"Sir, did you see the target you wanted to see?" (Qian Wang Zhao)

Meng Qing casually tossed the harvest in his hand: "It's right here."

Grindelwald took a look: "The Three Deathly Hallows? No, the magic fluctuations are not right."

"This is the genuine one."

Grindelwald was stunned. There is no such thing as genuine or not genuine for the Three Deathly Hallows, unless...

"These are from the God of Death?"

"Well, just kill that guy and you'll get the stuff."

Very good, the legendary God of Death that no one has ever seen was just killed so casually.

Even as elegant as Grindelwald, he suddenly wanted to laugh at this moment, and it was the kind of impolite laughter.

"By the way, I have good news for you. I killed the god of death, and your world has solved the restrictions on magicians. You can become stronger."

"Okay, send me back now."

After saying that, Meng Qing's figure exploded again and turned back into a drop of blood.

In the end, what came through the red envelope was just a drop of Meng Qing's blood. .