<h4>Chapter 312: It''s time to end</h4>
Slytherin''s statue told Drac a lot about Horcruxes and the Grim Reaper, which were the results of his lifelong research as the founder of the great Slytherin Academy.
Drac remained silent, not knowing what he was thinking.
"If you hadn''te to see me, I would have told you these things a long time ago." Slytherin said with someints, "I exist as a statue for this matter, you really made me wait for a long time!"
"So, you have been waiting to tell me these things all these years?" Drac nced at Slytherin''s statue and said thoughtfully, "Could it be that..."
An amazing idea emerged in his mind -
"Could it be that you want me to fulfill your wish to rece the Grim Reaper for you?" Drac''s eyes shrank suddenly.
"Ah, you are indeed my good friend. You really understand what I mean!" Slytherin stroked his stiff beard and said with satisfaction, "Of course, it depends on your own ideas."
"Don''t I know you? Unless something canpletely arouse your interest, no one can convince you."
Drac raised his eyebrows in surprise and stared into Slytherin''s eyes.
Slytherin also stared at Drac with meaningful gray stone eyes.
"I am indeed a little interested... Tell me in detail?" After a moment, Drac suddenlyughed happily, "It has been difficult to find any fun in the magic world in recent years. It might be more interesting to be a so-called god of death."
Slytherin''s two stone palms pped suddenly, making a crisp sound.
"Okay! I knew you would be interested!" He said happily, "The conditions for recing the god of death are actually very harsh. The first point is to collect all three Deathly Hallows!"
Drac was stunned for a moment, and suddenly a thought-provoking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"What''s wrong? Do you think it''s difficult?" Slytherin saw Drac''s expression andforted him, "Don''t worry. Although it is difficult for a wizard like me to collect all three mysterious Deathly Hallows in just a hundred years, you are different..."
"Brad, you have countless time. As long as you pay more attention, you will be able to collect all the Deathly Hallows sooner orter! So you don''t have to worry about it at all."
"I''m not worried." Drac shook his head with a smile, "I just... suddenly want tough."
"Want tough? You are such a strange guy." Slytherin looked at Drac with a strange look, and continued, "We must have the protection of the three Deathly Hallows to exert our original strength in the world where the God of Death is-"
"The ce where the God of Death is has a great suppression on the people in the world. The energy there It will limit the flow of magic, affect the rity of the mind, and continue to erode our bodies. "
"The Deathly Hallows can resist this: the Elder Wand can restore the flow of magic, the Resurrection Stone can protect the holder''s mind, and the Invisibility Cloak can resist the continuous erosion of the outside world... These functions may not be seen in the world, but they will be extremely obvious in the realm of the God of Death."
"ording to rumors, this is a product specially created by the three Peverell brothers to fight against the God of Death after they had a conflict with the God of Death... But before the three of them had time to gather the three Deathly Hallows in one person''s hand, they were divided and broken by the God of Death."
"In the end, only Ingnotus Peverell, who had the Invisibility Cloak, escaped the pursuit of the God of Death, but he was no longer able to fight back, and finally could only pin this hope on future generations..."
Hearing Slytherin''s story, Drac fell into deep thought.
ording to Slytherin, recing the God of Death has almost be an inevitable thing.
First of all, Drac is indeed very interested in this legendary character in the magic world, and when he went from the Death Hall in the Department of Mysteries to the world of the God of Death, he did have a grudge with the God of Death, so it is quite reasonable for him to take revenge;
Secondly, many of Drac''s friends, descendants and other close people need someone to guide their souls-
Dumbledore wants to go to the Lost Realm at the cost of his own life to guide Harry back; Helena Ravenw, as a ghost soul, needs the power of the God of Death to guide her to salvation; even Andros''s soul attached to the Patronus can be said to have nowhere to go and no home...
If Drac can rece the God of Death, then these problems can be solved.
"By the way, there is one more thing." Slytherin suddenly added, "I think there is something you may need."
He pointed to the corner, where there was a scepter that Drac had just kicked aside.
"See that walking stick? Actually, it''s Herbo''s Horcrux... Herbo thought he had disguised it well and put it in his warehouse like an ordinary collection. But I recognized it at a nce."
Looking at Drac, whose eyes were slowly widening, Slytherin said proudly:
"After all, I have epted Herbo''s inheritance. I am embarrassed to destroy the Horcrux that he relies on for survival..."
"It''s okay to give it to you. I entrust you to help protect it. Even if you do something to it, it''s just because I don''t know people well. It has nothing to do with me!"
...
In a valley in the west of Ennd, there is a small vige.
There is a small square in the center of the vige, and in the center of the square is a war memorial carved out of stone.
There are several shops, a post office, a bar, and a small church. The stained ss radiates jewel-like brilliance across the square.
It was drizzling in the sky. Drac walked in the rain without an umbre, but every drop of rain would automatically tilt and scatter when approaching him, and then fall on the stone paved ground.
Drac passed by a few Muggles who were in a hurry and came to the monument in the center of the square.
The monument suddenly changed. It was no longer a square obelisk with names engraved on it, but a statue of three people -
A man with messy hair and sses; a woman with long hair, beautiful and gentle appearance; and a baby boy sitting in his mother''s arms.
The raindrops gently hit the tops of their heads, and then magically slid down their shoulders without leaving a drop of rain on their bodies.
Drac looked at the statue of the family of three with interest, and it was easy to recognize who was carved here: the man with messy hair looked too much like Harry, except that there was no famous lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.
The statues of these three people were spontaneously cast by local wizards tomemorate the first defeat of Voldemort.
This is Godric''s Hollow, the most famous one among the semi-wizard settlements.
This vige in southwest Ennd is the birthce of Godric Gryffindor, the founder of Gryffindor College, and the ce where the wizard goldsmith Bowman Wright forged the first Golden Snitch.
During the 100 years that Drac was sleeping, this ce was still the pir of the current wizarding world. It was where the great wizard Albus Dumbledore once lived, where Dumbledore and Grindelwald first met, and where Voldemort was first defeated...
Drac walked around the statue and walked to the cemetery behind the church opposite.
There is a narrow door at the entrance of the cemetery, and rows of wet tombstones stand on the wet soil.
One tombstone seemed to have been cleaned recently. There was no weeds around it, and it was not covered with moss like other tombstones. Instead, it was very clean and tidy. There was also a bunch of white flowers blooming in the rain in front of the tombstone.
Drac''s eyes condensed slightly, looking at the ck tombstone-
"Kendra Dumbledore, and daughter Ariana."
There is also a motto engraved below: Where the treasure is, there is the heart.
"Is this why you want to find the Resurrection Stone?" Drac looked at the tombstone, thinking.
When Dumbledore first saw the Resurrection Stone from Voldemort''s hands, he was very upset; when Drac gave him the Resurrection Stone after Riddle absorbed it, he studied this Deathly Hallows for a long time.
Drac thought of the scene he saw in the Mirror of Erised five years ago.
A young girl, who seemed to be Dumbledore''s sister, should be the child named Ariana Dumbledore on the tombstone... She was Dumbledore''s lifelong regret, and Dumbledore pursued the Resurrection Stone for Ariana.
Drac sighed softly.
Then, he did not linger any longer, took a step forward, and instantly appeared in a small garden full of shrubs and flowers, and knocked on the door of the small vi in the middle of the garden.
"I''m here, wait a moment..." The voice of an olddy came from inside the house.
After a while, the door opened with a creak.
An olddy wearing an old ck shawl poked her head out from behind the door. She was short, with sparse and pale hair, and the wrinkles on her face were almost connected.
The olddy raised her head and looked at Drac, who was smiling faintly outside the door, with turbid eyes. She looked a little confused at first, and then the turbidity in her sight seemed to disappear instantly, and she looked at Drac with wide eyes.
"You... who are you?"
"Long time no see, Bathilda." Drac chuckled.
"Is it really you, Mr. Drac?" Bathilda Bashat asked in surprise, "I can''t believe you are still the same as you were more than a hundred years ago..."
Bathilda Bashat was also a member of Nics mel''s Phoenix Embellishment Book more than a hundred years ago, and had an internship at the Alchemy Association for a period of time.
At that time, Nics mel was only more than 400 years old and had not yetpletely retired. He would go to the Alchemy Association from time to time to stroll around and give advice to young people; Drac would often go with him to see if there was anything new.
It was at that time that Drac met the young Bathilda Bashat.
"Well, Bathilda, Nico told me that Albus is staying at your ce recently, right?" Drac asked, "If he hadn''t mentioned that Grindelwald was also staying at your ce, I wouldn''t have thought that Grindelwald was actually your great-nephew."
"Ah, you mean Gellert, he seems to be getting along well with Albus recently." Bathilda Bashat said with a smile, "They were both young and energetic guys back then, but now they are both old men with white hair... Only Mr. Drac is still the same as before."
"Okay, I won''t reminisce with you for now." Drac interrupted her memories with a smile and said, "I have something to do with Albus."
"Oh! I almost forgot it''s raining outside." Bashat opened the door, "Come in!"
Drac followed her into the living room, and his eyes were attracted by a bow-shaped chest of drawers behind many candles.
There were many photos on the chest of drawers, and after the candle mes jumped up, the reflections flickered in the ss and silver frames of the photos.
In a photo at the back, there are two young men with high spirits, one with blond hair and the other with red hair. They stand together and smilezily at Drac in the silver frame.
Drac picked up the photo.
"Good evening, Professor Drac."
In the living room, Dumbledore, with white hair, came over and greeted Drac.
Dumbledore seemed a little surprised to see the photo in Drac''s hand.
"Oh, this seems to be a photo from a long time ago." He said, "Professor Drac seems to be very interested in it?"
"This golden-haired man should be Grindelwald, right?" Drac asked with interest, "I saw him in the Mirror of Erised in front of you five years ago... Tsk, you two have a really good rtionship."
"Ahem..." Dumbledore almost choked on his own saliva and coughed twice, "Professor Drac, it''s not a good habit to peek into other people''s privacy... and that was a long time ago."
Suddenly, another white-haired figure walked out of the house.
"Drac, what did you just say?" Grindelwald asked, with a strange light shing in his eyes, "You mean, in Albus''s Mirror of Erised..."
"Gellert, this matter is not important!" Dumbledore interrupted him abruptly and changed the subject, "Instead of being curious about these trivial matters, I suggest you go back to the house and continue to study the Deathly Hallows."
Grindelwald looked at him, and the expression on his face became very yful.
"Is that so? I understand." He smiled happily and said to Dumbledore, "s, when will you change your stubbornness, Albus?"
Dumbledore had a nk expression on his face, and ignored Grindelwald''s thoughts at all, but looked directly at Drac.
"Professor Drac, what is the matter with youing to see me this time?" he asked.
"To be precise, I came here not only to find you, but also to find him."
Drac nced at Grindelwald, "There is a way to solve Potter''s problem, and to deal with the threat of Voldemort... But I need some help from you two..."
"In addition, I need to borrow the three Deathly Hallows for a while."
"It''s time to put an end to all these troubles."