DNF Meets Harry Potter

"What a smart boy~, reminds me of the person who took away half of my cloak, I was looking for him for a long time, and you should be his descendant~..."

The black-robed man smiled strangely, a pair of white bone hands protruded from his sleeves that were lingering with a touch of lifelessness, he turned his head, his neck creaked, and his eyes as deep as black holes stared straight at him. He stared intently at Harry.

"Death~, god of death?!"

As if sensing the malicious gaze of the Grim Reaper, Harry swallowed tremblingly, and thumped back a few steps.

"Dear God of Death, we don't belong here, can you let us return to the world~..."

Karl saluted lightly and said respectfully, while one hand was hidden in the sleeve of the wide robe, holding the wooden box tightly.

"No, he has already thought about it, otherwise that train will not appear~ And you, trespassing the boundary between life and death without authorization is not a restricted area for you to set foot in, how should I punish you?"

The black-robed man, or the god of death, sat on a bench beside him, talking to himself and thinking.

"Oh? If that's the case, you can take us away... I'm quite curious about what the underworld is like."

Carl smiled slightly, but when he heard these words, a big stone in his heart fell to the ground. When he was able to crush his opponents in battle, he has always pursued the choice of being able to use his hands and try not to force him as much as possible. As a god born and bred in this world, he who controls the rules of death and can easily create the epic three holy artifacts .

He and Harry couldn't be weaker, they were weak but they could be taken away easily, not to mention that this was his home field. Think about it, the Elder Wand was made by taking an elderberry from the side at random; the Resurrection Stone was just a trivial pebble in the river before it was given the ability to call back the soul of the dead. took off half of his cloak.

With such ability, if he wanted to force the souls of the three brothers at that time, it would have been easy. How could mortal power defeat the gods? But He did not do this, but adopted a more roundabout method, and still felt deceived in His rage.

The only explanation is that the god of death does not have the ability, or the will of the world does not give him the authority to forcibly strip the soul from the living...

Authority is both power and limitation. He is not qualified to contaminate the rights of the world. It is so difficult to obtain the souls of the three people who deceived him. So strictly speaking, Carl and Harry are still alive, and He can't interfere at all...

"I don't think you can interfere with our right to choose to live~..."

Harry seemed to see something at this moment, and summoned up his courage to speak to Death.

"Cunning brats, you are the first person to talk to me so confidently in thousands of years. I have to say that you have successfully aroused my interest~..."

Death laughed, so harsh and ugly. He spread the black wings behind him, and a group of pitch-black crows screamed and disappeared.

"We just want to go back to our world~..." Carl paused and said word by word.

"I want to go back, and I want to wipe out Voldemort completely, absolutely can't stay here!"

Harry clenched his fists tightly and said loudly.

"What can you do when you go back? Do you remember how you came here? You are so weak and ignorant, you can be fooled around with a few sweet words, how can you have the capital to seek revenge from your enemies?

Although that person took a chance, I have to say that his achievement surprised me too. If there is no accident, death will not come to him until a long, long time~...

How about going to another world, where your parents...your parents are waiting for you~..."

It must have been a long time since he had encountered such an interesting thing. The God of Death stroked a crow next to him with his white finger bones, and said with great interest.

Harry, aware of Reaper's mention of his parents, paused slightly and glanced at Carl beside him.

"You are the first one to take advantage of the loopholes in my rules to do taboo things in thousands of years~...

I am more and more interested in you, I really want to cut open your soul to see what kind of miracle made you~..."

"Then you may never have this day. On the road of eternal life, I have gone farther than Voldemort~..."

Karl didn't care about the eerie horror in the words of the God of Death, but smiled lightly. What he inherits is an orthodox dimension walker, and he can climb up step by step in the future, one awakening, two awakenings, and three awakenings. From the Void Walker to the Chaos Walker and then to the master of time and space at the end, he is not bound by the law of death to reach the level of immortality. He estimates that it can be completed by the second awakening at most...

"You are really confident, but you have to know that strictly speaking in this world, only the alchemist named Nicolas has come this far, and he is still not perfect.

And soon, his soul will be mys too. The soul of more than 600 years is really a rare treasure~..."

The Grim Reaper stared closely at Karl, with longing in his eyes, as if admiring a rare treasure.

"Then you may be disappointed!" Karl looked at him without fear, thinking in his heart that he would find Mr. Ke and Naia to beat you to death when the labor and capital fell asleep, and all the ashes were thrown away. .

"You can defeat me countless times, but I only need to defeat you once. In my long life, I must have some fun~..."

The god of death didn't take it seriously, although he couldn't do anything directly to the living due to the rules of authority, but he had enough time to wait for that day to come.

"Then I hope that when we meet next time, you can maintain this mentality~..."

Carl smiled indifferently, took a deep look at him, held Harry's hand and was about to perform magic to return to the real world.

The god of death watched their actions and did not stop them, or he was not qualified to stop them, otherwise he would be happy to keep the two of them. One is an interesting soul, and the other is a descendant of the person who got half of his cloak, so perfect...

He is such a cunning and narrow-minded god...

"Funny boy, please remember...

I can turn a blind eye to your rudeness, but I can't forgive your cowardice...

Go back, put down the knife held by selfishness, and choose a life entangled in fear and shame! "

The Grim Reaper took one last look at Harry, who still had a little fear on his face, and said the last sentence in a hoarse voice, and then his body covered in a black cloak disappeared into the depths of the white light as crows...