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Dumbledore is dead.

The lightning containing endless violent thunder struck his body and destroyed his body.

When the lightning that filled the sky extinguished, there was only a charred body exuding putrid heat floating in the dilapidated and damaged house.

"it's all over."

Keno waved his hand to disperse the thunder and lightning,

He blew gently,

The arm of the scorched corpse that originally fell was trembling slightly.

"Snapped!"

According to legend, the wand made by the God of Death using the tail feathers of the Thestral and the elder tree roared towards the direction of Kino.

It slowly fell into Gino's hands. The young man lowered his head and looked at this powerful wand made of elder.

Its surface is completely black, with convex joints at every other section.

"It can be considered a collection."

Jino smiled indifferently and put the Elder Wand into the storage space.

Looking at Dumbledore's charred corpse, the boy sighed.

"grim Reaper."

He spoke softly.

And as the young man finished speaking, some kind of rules seemed to fall between heaven and earth.

Countless granular black dust surged up to form an image similar to the God of Death in Western stories.

Under the tattered black robe and cloak was a line of pale bones.

The slender finger bones were slightly bent, and under Jino's gaze, he slowly bent down.

The hoarse and unpleasant voice came from under the black robe: "Great master, what can I do for you?"

"Well, call out the soul of this corpse."

As a world with idealistic forms of magic and the existence of ghosts, there is naturally the theory of soul reincarnation.

"Of course, great master, your will."

The God of Death stood up slightly, stretched out his pale bony fingers and snapped them slightly.

The next second, a fair-skinned young man slowly stepped out of Death's black robe.

"really."

When he was young, Dumbledore looked disappointed, but soon there was a trace of a free and easy look on his face: "I failed."

He stared at the charred corpse and shook his head. He randomly turned to look at Gino and begged: "The magic world needs peace. I beg you to maintain a forgiving attitude."

"I am not a tyrant, nor am I a psychopath." Jino smiled: "I only called you out to help you realize your dream."

He looked at the God of Death again: "Call out his sister Ariana."

The night wind blew.

Upon hearing Ariana's name, Dumbledore's soul trembled slightly.

His sister is the one he feels guilty about all his life.

For countless days and nights, he wanted to see his sister and say sorry to her in person.

….

Reunions and encounters are always touching.

Dumbledore bid farewell to this world with gratitude. He will wait for his lover to restart a new journey in the transit realm of souls.

"Hoo ho!"

It landed from the night sky, and the wind was broken by it.

When Keno fell into Hogwarts again.

"Snapped!"

Feet on soft grass.

Surrounded by lush trees.

"Ah, this is the Forbidden Forest." Jino rubbed his brows, thinking about what happened before.

After granting Dumbledore's wish, he asked Death to summon Nick Flamel, and learned from this famous alchemist how to refine the Philosopher's Stone.

Take a stroll on the lush grass and feel the fresh air brought by the evening breeze in the forest.

With a smile on his face, Gino walked all the way back to Hogwarts Castle.

Surprisingly but also to be expected

Outside the castle, professors stood guard outside the Great Hall with wands in hand.

The moment they saw Geno Luther, many professors tensed up and showed fighting postures.

"Huh?" Jino tilted his head and slowly took a step forward.

As he advanced, many professors subconsciously took a step back.

"You're not going to eat so late at night, why are you waiting at the door?" Jino spread his hands, indicating that he meant no harm.

"Professor Luther, Professor Dumbledore has disappeared." Professor McGonagall, the leader, spoke. Like many professors, she stared at Gino: "He last appeared in your office."

"So?" Gino chuckled: "You don't think I can catch Principal Dumbledore, do you?"

The young man seemed a little disappointed and shook his head and said: "I am just a weak and helpless bard, how can I defeat Principal Dumbledore."

"You don't think I can really defeat Professor Dumbledore."

The young man pointed at his handsome and youthful face, and what he said really made many professors shake their hearts.

Just like what Gino said, it is indeed impossible for a young man to defeat a being who stands at the top of magic.

"If there is nothing extra." Jino walked around everyone with a smile and said without looking back: "Excuse me, I'm going to go inside to have something to eat."

….

I have to say that the house elves at Hogwarts are really good at their craftsmanship.

The meals cooked by these groups of people dedicated to lifelong service to wizards are not only perfect in color but also in taste.

After returning with a few pieces of steak, he answered a few questions from the little wizard, and then opened the wooden door of his office. Gino put down the steak with a smile on his lips.

Although there were no lights on in the room, the terrifying hearing in the dim room still captured the slightly heavy breathing in the corner.

"What, does knocking on the door make your hands tired? Snape?"

Jino sat back on his newly built desk, snapped his fingers, and the originally dark room was filled with light.

The greasy old man who was suddenly exposed to the light seemed unable to adapt to the light. He raised his hand slightly to block the light.

The eyes above the hooked nose stared at Gino: "I know, it was you who killed Dumbledore."

"Oh? How to judge?"

"Intuition." Snape still stared at Gino: "So what's the truth?"

"The truth is that Dumbledore is dead." Gino shook his head: "But he is quite happy, seeing the sister he wanted to see."

"What about Voldemort?" Snape seemed to have been defeated and said, "Sooner or later he will come back, but you killed the only one who can destroy him, Dumbledore!"

"This kind of problem..."

"It's simple,"

Facing Snape's question, Gino's expression was calm: "I'm invincible."

The young man stood up and stared at Snape faintly: "To be honest, you are a good chess piece."

Before the shocked Snape could refute, Gino stood not far from him and said: "The God of Death."

An extremely cold temperature enveloped the room, and the local god appeared again. The three-meter behemoth holding a sickle floated quietly in mid-air, showing its surrender to Jino.

"How is it?" Gino looked at Snape, leaning back slightly with a casual attitude: "Do you want to serve me?"

Looking at Snape who had received too much information in a short period of time, Gino spoke calmly, but the words he spoke made Snape's expression change drastically: "In exchange, I can let the person you miss return to the world."