Chapter 171 Deathly Hallows

"Death is just another adventure.

Cyrus didn't know whether Dumbledore was really relieved, but no matter what, he was willing to respect anyone's choice.

"Let us begin the test, Mr. Sellers." Fitzgerald groaned, and then her figure disappeared from the portrait. Then, a high platform that Cyrus had never noticed appeared in front of him. The high platform was right behind the principal's chair and could be reached by taking the spiral staircase.

There is a suspended book on top.

"How come I didn't find it last time I came here?"

"Because in addition to ancient magic, I also used some Muggle methods." Fitzgerald said softly.

After all, the fact that the test has reached this point is enough to prove that the person being tested has the talent of ancient magic, so ordinary concealment spells are no longer necessary.

"This book looks like your diary." Dumbledore also took steps to follow, "You need to go in with your memories."

He looked at Cyrus playfully, as if he was asking Cyrus if he dared to do this, or if he trusted him.

"If you mind, I can leave the principal's office first and come back later."

"I don't mind you staying." Cyrus smiled. Although Dumbledore had many calculations, at least his character could be guaranteed, not to mention——

"If you're curious, I can take you in with me."

Cyrus picked up the book directly. Then, the memory in the book, or the fairy tale of the trial, seemed to come to reality all of a sudden. Dumbledore was shocked to find that his office suddenly lost all color and turned into With black and white simple drawings, even the gorgeous phoenix looks like moving lines.

"how did you do it?"

It was not only Dumbledore who was dumbfounded, but also Fitzgerald.

Who would have thought that Cyrus would turn around and take control of the books, not only bringing Dumbledore into the trial, but also bringing the world she created into reality!

"What's so strange about this? I've been in the diary for almost fifty years." Cyrus shrugged, but that was all. Only the principal's office was changed under the influence of magic. Cyrus It is impossible for Si to substitute the whole world into it.

"Okay, let's get started!"

Cyrus waved his magic wand, and the twisted lines in the principal's office were wiped away, and a new picture was reconstructed.

They seemed to be reborn in a cemetery, surrounded by twisted thorns.

At your feet is a narrow road that leads to a gray-white village.

"Have you noticed that we are like two silhouettes?" Dumbledore said in surprise, looking around like a naughty boy.

"Please be more serious, Albus." Fitzgerald's voice rang in their ears, "Just like the real world, death is everywhere."

"You mean, Death?" Dumbledore asked.

Cyrus obviously noticed that Dumbledore's fingers were holding the Elder Wand tighter. There was no fear on his face, but he wanted to try the power of Death.

However, since it is an illusion created by Fitzgerald, the God of Death must not be beyond her own understanding, so it actually does not have much reference value.

"Ms. Fitzgerald, have you seen Death with your own eyes?"

"Here, you can call me Niofer." The headmistress said softly first, and then replied, "I have not seen the God of Death with my own eyes, but through ancient magic and some of my experiences, I can indeed See some apparition of the other person.

"Continue the trial and you will know what happened. Now, you need to find my sleeping body and be careful not to be discovered by Death. You'd better find a cloak."

After saying this, Niofer's voice seemed to disappear.

Cyrus and Dumbledore crossed the thorns together and crossed a stone bridge. Under the stone bridge was a dry river. The two of them saw a dilapidated village from a distance, but what really shocked them was a huge A dark figure wearing a hood and cloak. The body under the cloak had no flesh and blood, only white bones.

"Is this the God of Death?"

The shadow was much larger than a house, with its knuckles as tall as a person's. Its empty eye sockets patrolled the village, sparing no life. In the village, many black shadows about the size of people were wandering back and forth.

Cyrus saw them throw out their chains and stab a villager in the back, killing him.

"It looks very much like the Death Curse." Dumbledore said. He felt that the people who were stabbed and killed by Death's chains looked very similar to the people killed by the Death Curse, just as hollow and numb.

"Maybe this spell was left by the God of Death." Cyrus said softly. He cast a disguise spell on himself, and then continued, "Let's go, find the invisibility cloak first, and then look for Niofer."

The two of them disappeared and moved forward. Both of them were very advanced in the Disillusionment Curse, especially Dumbledore. Cyrus even felt that after he cast the Disillusionment Curse, it was almost the same as wearing the cloak of death.

"But, can't we just kill him?" Cyrus asked.

"It's best not to do this." Dumbledore shook his head. "I think we are not ready to face death directly."

At least not in the story Fitzgerald prepared.

"I really want to know what mistakes the people in this village made to be targeted by the god of death?" Dumbledore asked doubtfully, but no one answered this question.

For the two magic masters, the first test couldn't be easier. It didn't take them much effort to find the cloak, and then deceived the god of death and reached the end of the first level.

The lines in the picture disappeared again, turning back into a world full of black spots, like a lot of ink thrown on a piece of white paper.

Then, a gray square altar appeared in front of them out of thin air. On the altar, a slender wand was suspended, and its surroundings were covered with black, dense and sharp lines, which looked like it was glowing.

Niofor's cold voice sounded again:

"Pick up the wand in front of you, and don't waste the extraordinary power in it."

Cyrus and Dumbledore approached, and Dumbledore looked at the wand in surprise, then lowered his head and raised the one in his hand.

"You already have one, do you mind if I take it?" Although Cyrus was asking, his hand had already reached out to the drawn old wand.

"Please." Dumbledore naturally had no reason to stop him, this was originally Cyrus's test.

Cyrus held the old wand.

At that moment, he clearly felt that his power had become different!

It was as if a spring suddenly opened up in his chest, and the hot spring kept pouring out.

He looked at Dumbledore, and an impulse surged in his heart-perhaps, he might not be Dumbledore's opponent now? !

However, Cyrus did not try. No matter how strong the power in the trial was, it was false. What's more, if two people had the old wand at the same time, it meant that neither of them had it. The magic power in Cyrus' body was still different from that of Dumbledore.

After picking up the wand, the mirror image in front of him changed again. This time they were not in the village, but seemed to be in an ancient castle community, which was ruined everywhere, and the shadow of death enveloped the surroundings.

"It looks like we have to fight this time." Dumbledore already understood the content of the trial.

The cloak and the wand, and the resurrection stone, are the next. However, Fitzgerald let Cyrus experience the power of the Deathly Hallows one by one. What is his intention?

But no matter what, Cyrus has taken the lead in attacking. He took a big step and cast a spell. The powerful force made the world of the trial tremble, and the enemies painted in black were also shattered into pieces under this blow!

Of course, there are many enemies.

Those followers of the god of death are like locusts, swarming densely, bringing death and despair.

However, under the invincible magic and wands of Cyrus and Dumbledore, they can only be regarded as obstacles that are not worth mentioning.

The magic power of both of them is far beyond that of ordinary people. The spell was cast and a large group of enemies were eliminated in an instant.

The two walked slowly until they came to a wide platform and looked directly at the god of death!

Under the gray lines, the huge black shadow, with its empty eyes, seemed as silent as a black hole. Even though Cyrus and Dumbledore knew that it was just a figment of an illusion, they couldn't help but feel palpitations.

Death is death itself.

How could such an enemy be eliminated?

"Eternal life is by no means a victory over death. On the contrary, I think those who pursue immortality are always prisoners of death." Dumbledore said, "They are shrouded in the shadow of death and are in fear all day long."

He almost named Voldemort.

Cyrus didn't comment. He didn't want to die himself. It was hard to say whether Dumbledore had scolded him.

But then again, although Cyrus didn't want to die, survival was just the instinct of life, and he was not afraid of death.

He and Dumbledore took a step forward together, and both raised their wands at the same time. The tip of the wand was not facing the servant of the god of death, but the god of death itself!

Black lightning and black fire exploded at the same time!

Even Neopho probably didn't expect that Cyrus and Dumbledore would actually pull the Grim Reaper into the battlefield. The huge shadow was struck by lightning through the Grim Reaper's robe, and then ignited by the fire. The grim bones seemed to become the fuel of the flames. The gaps between the holes and the blacks were so clear.

However, the Grim Reaper didn't seem to be hurt by this. It waved its huge palm, and the huge magic power surged, turning into a group of wrapped undead warriors that appeared in front of Cyrus and Dumbledore.

Obviously, this fake Grim Reaper in the picture book didn't have the power to fight directly. All it could do was add dozens of enemies to Cyrus and Dumbledore.

In response, Dumbledore just waved his wand, like a cowboy swinging a rope, and threw out a ball of fire. The flames instantly became a huge tornado, as if it was a blooming enchanting flower!

But the flower had no color in this world, only the ruthless heat, burning the bones of the undead!

Cyrus also rolled up the thunderclouds, and the power of ancient magic was fully exerted by him, smashing the body of the undead giant that was still moving forward in the flames into pieces.

The two spent some effort, and finally passed the second trial unscathed.

The god of death disappeared quietly, leaving behind the road to the final trial.

This time, Cyrus picked up the resurrection stone, of course not the one he had.

"With the three Deathly Hallows, you can now be said to be the master of death." Dumbledore murmured, "I once sought this power with a friend. How do you feel?"

"It's just a false power." Cyrus didn't care.

Not to mention that this was just Fitzgerald's test. After all, even if you really collected the three Hallows, can you really become the master of the God of Death?

Or is it just a puppet of the God of Death, a fooled toy?

"Otherwise, give me your wand and let me try what kind of power the real Elder Wand has?"

"As long as you can defeat me, it will naturally recognize you as its master."

Dumbledore brought the topic over. Of course, he couldn't give the Elder Wand to Cyrus. Otherwise, without the Elder Wand, his deterrent effect on Voldemort and Cyrus would not be so obvious.

They passed through the village. This time, they didn't see the shadow of the God of Death. The people in the village had grief and sorrow on their faces. From their conversation, Cyrus and Dumbledore understood what they were going to do, or what they had done before.

——Use the Resurrection Stone to resurrect Fitzgerald.

They succeeded, but they also failed.

Fitzgerald, who woke up from the coffin, was just a phantom of the past, like a clone without emotions and soul, but only memory.

Her body changed from a white stick figure to a black silhouette like Cyrus and Dumbledore, and she spoke like a machine.

"That's why this village was eventually targeted by the god of death." She said, "I was resurrected through the power of the Deathly Hallows, thinking that I could become the master of the god of death, but in fact it brought disaster.

"The god of death will not take action directly, but He can always take life in an unfortunate way. "

Fitzgerald looked at Cyrus: "What I want to tell you is that even if it is a powerful force, if it is used without restraint, it will only bring misfortune. This is the case with the Deathly Hallows and ancient magic. "

The next journey is the one that Dumbledore cannot accompany.

Cyrus came to the huge stone statue alone. Everything here, including the Pensieve under the statue, looked like a simple drawing.

The statue shed white tears. Cyrus took out the token in the Pensieve and then flipped through Fitzgerald's memory.

In his memory, Fitzgerald was worried about Morgana's magic.

Cyrus clearly noticed that in Rookwood's memory, Morgana performed that kind of magic just to help others, but now she is intoxicated by the pleasure of increased power. This witch who was originally grateful has slowly begun to change, becoming paranoid and extreme, and her desire for power exceeds everything!

Cyrus feels more and more that his plan to use Voldemort's soul as a carrier of emotions is the right choice.

I will use the power, and you will bear the side effects!