The card draw starts in Azkaban

Two, three, nine, the time of mourning [1/3]

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Du Wei did not doubt the ability of the God of Death at all. It can be seen from the stories of the three brothers. If the three brothers met the same God of Death as he saw in front of him, then this God of Death might be able to kill two people with one move.

The Dark Lord and a White Lord.

But he didn't take action.

He was definitely shackled by something.

He may not even be just a god, he may even be like the Department of Mysteries under the English Ministry of Magic.

It is a natural phenomenon.

Du Wei gently poked the God of Death with his wand.

Death did not hide.

Death is like sand. When the wand is poked in, quicksand flows out and falls to the ground.

But he is obviously made of dust.

The God of Death looked at the sand where he fell on the ground, and Du Wei also looked at this thing.

"You are not a living person, although I don't know if you are a god."

Du Wei showed a bright smile to the God of Death and said: "But I know that you are at least a rule.

Rules about death.

I have heard many myths. The gods in the myths all have their own priesthood. So what is your priesthood?

grim Reaper?

Death, what do you do?"

Du Wei continued to poke the God of Death's abdomen and watched the sand falling from the God of Death's abdomen.

The God of Death did not stop Du Wei's actions.

The sand on the ground formed a small pile.

He still couldn't see his face.

Du Wei's hand moved towards his face.

Du Wei is right, the God of Death cannot kill anyone.

The three brothers used magic to build a bridge over the river that was destined to drown people, and walked across it calmly. There was no need to think about whether the river had philosophical meaning, whether it represented death, or whether it was just a bridge.

Judging from the motive of the God of Death, the reason why he wanted to provoke the three brothers was that they did not die by building a bridge across the river that was supposed to drown people.

They were in the place where they should have died, but they were not dead.

The God of Death wanted to design and make the three brothers die.

Since he is so powerful, he can easily create the elder wand, which represents the most powerful wand. Many great wizards have died unpeacefully because of the wand, making the entire elder wand's history full of blood.

, then according to logic, he can also provoke a war at will.

Since he can create the Resurrection Stone, induce powerful wizards, and induce those mentally defective wizards to die because of the Resurrection Stone, it means that he can also create an army of Inferi. After all, the Inferi is just one of the Resurrection Stones.

Just side effects.

Then why couldn't he kill the three brothers on the spot?

Du Wei could only speculate.

Because he can't.

The God of Death cannot kill people. He can only take away those damned people according to the rules. Just like the last one after the three brothers, Harry's ancestor, the wizard who had lived enough, he took off his invisibility cloak on his own initiative.

To challenge the god of death.

Then the God of Death appeared, and he found the God of Death, or the God of Death found him, and the God of Death took away the third child.

The God of Death said that he was looking for Haierbo, which may be true.

He is really looking for Haierbo.

I just don't know if Tom knows about this.

He is such a person who is afraid of death.

What is it that he fears?

After death, people can become ghosts. Death is not completely unknown to wizards.

Tom, what are you afraid of death?

Has he seen Death?

Du Wei didn't know, but he still comforted the God of Death softly.

"Go back, Death.

I did not create Horcruxes to escape death. I am a coward, but I am not a coward escaping death."

His hand touched Death's cloak, and he whispered: "After finishing these things, I will come to you, Death."

The God of Death turned into a ball of sand with a bang in front of him.

Du Wei's fingers did not touch the God of Death.

This time, Dobby, who couldn't see anything, finally realized something was wrong. He felt a strong wind coming from inside the room, blowing the furniture that was not fixed and started to move. As for the lighter decorations, they flew away.

Got up.

Inside this house, it looks like a small tornado has been hung up.

Upon seeing this, Mr. Dobby quickly rushed towards the jewelry, trying to protect himself. At the same time, Mr. Duwei looked like he was in pain and about to vomit.

He opened his mouth wide, put his hands on the edge of the table, and vomited.

There was no blood or vomit vomited out.

Dobby was extremely surprised to see that countless black mists came out of Mr. Duwei's body, or to be precise, from his seven orifices. These black mists looked like another person who was in extreme pain.

Mr. Duwei, the black mist twisted and made a harsh crying sound.

Mr. Duwei in the dark mist desperately wanted to catch Mr. Duwei who was vomiting outside. He stretched out his hands to grab Mr. Duwei's arm.

Unfortunately, under the wand and the diary, Mr. Black Mist Duwei felt a strong pulling force. It was as if the diary behind him was a gravity that had reached an even more irresistible level.

A black hole absorbs everything around it.

He forcibly stripped it off Du Wei's body.

He realized his fate, he understood that he had been abandoned, and he began to curse. The strong resentment frightened Mr. Dobby and trembled.

Black Mist Duwei was cursing, he was cursing, his face was so distorted that he no longer looked like a living person.

Suddenly, a head emerged from the body of Mr. Black Mist Duwei.

Soon, a Mr. Duwei with a gentle and calm appearance grew out of his body.

The other Du Wei, wearing shabby clothes, forcibly dragged the black fog Du Wei into the diary, while the most normal Mr. Du Wei was half kneeling on the ground, his mouth still open, and the black fog continued to flow.

flowed out from his seven orifices.

It seems that this black mist will never dry up.

The surrounding wind is getting stronger and stronger.

Even Mr Dobby saw the curse.

He heard the sound of curses and saw an illusory shadow appearing on the outermost side of the wind. It was the shadow of Voldemort, who was hiding next to Du Wei.

"I got you."

Finally, another Du Wei emerged from the black mist Du Wei. He seemed to have been waiting for this scene for a long time. He was wearing a rotten robe that looked like it had been soaked in sea water.

The pain on his face was even more terrifying than that of Black Mist Duwei. He was smiling maniacally, with no sign of reason at all.

He is the real Duwei.

Du Wei, who finally came out, hugged the curse tightly. Voldemort was roaring and wanted to break away from Du Wei's hand, but Du Wei just smiled crazily. He didn't care about anything, he just wanted to catch him.

Voldemort didn't want to do anything else.

"The Indestructible King of the Great Village"

【The days are mourning, I and you will both perish】

At this moment, he hugged the curse tightly. This time, the wind was strong. Poor Mr. Dobby was wrapped in the wind and could not see clearly around him. He heard the sound of furniture moving around him and closed his eyes in despair.

If the furniture flew up and hit him...

This stupid little elf never thought of using magic similar to "Apparition" to leave because Mr. Duwei is here.

And Mr. Duwei is the center of the storm.

Dobby can't leave Mr. Duwei.

At this time, Du Wei, who was on the outermost side, pierced the diary with his wand as hard as if he wanted to break it.

"Stop!"

Just like that!

The diary began to make a hunting noise, and Black Mist Duwei let out a desperate cry, and the entire Black Mist was stuffed into the diary!

The gentle Mr. Duwei, the crazy Mr. Duwei, and the desperate Mr. Duwei all got into the diary because of this magic wand.

The diary is closed.

The strong wind disappeared.

Du Wei fell weakly to the ground and let out a sigh of relief.

He saw behind him that the figure in the shadow cloak appeared again, but this time, he grabbed Mr. Dobby beside Duwei.

Mr. Dobby fell to the ground.

"That's not it, idiot."

Du Wei said: "That's it."

He pointed at the Death Eater next to him and said, "Catch that one, or my blood will be shed in vain."

Du Wei said.

The God of Death glanced at Du Wei, turned around and grabbed the Death Eater. The Death Eater from Germany didn't even know what was happening, and he felt cold all over his body.

But he didn't die.

The God of Death looked at Du Wei. Du Wei sensed the danger coming, and it seemed that he would die here in the next moment.

Duwei stretched out his wand.

【Broken to pieces】

If you use Shatter on a person, the person will not explode, but will be injured. The curse hit the neck of the German Death Eater, and blood spurted out.

His carotid artery was ruptured.

The German Death Eater opened his eyes wide, and he wanted to speak "hehehe" in his mouth.

Blood splattered.

Du Wei got up with all his strength, crawled towards him, and held him in his arms. Hot blood spurted into his clothes. It was very hot, sticky, and wet.

Very disgusting.

Du Wei seemed not to notice. He shook the Death Eater and hummed a lullaby to him. During the interval of the lullaby, he softly said to the Death Eater: "Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, it won't hurt soon."

It’s gone, it won’t hurt soon, be good.”

The God of Death stood aside and looked at him. Soon, the Death Eater became cold in Du Wei's arms. A soul also appeared next to the God of Death. The God of Death grabbed the soul. He did not speak, but Du Wei understood inexplicably.

The meaning of death.

"I'll keep an eye on you."

This was the meaning of the God of Death. He turned and left, but Du Wei did not move.

He just asked lazily: "Has Tom seen you too?"

The God of Death ignored Du Wei and disappeared into the room.

At this time, behind Du Wei, the diary was quietly turned over. Du Wei was sitting on the ground, but ink appeared on the diary.

No one writes.

Full of curses.

"If the despicable Herbo gives me another chance, I will definitely commit suicide before being imprisoned in Azkaban.

It was really scary in that place.

Life is simply worse than death.

Even if I escape, it will always become a nightmare for me.