Diagon Alley, Haierbo sat opposite Allen, putting his hands on the cobra-shaped crutch.

Alan's back was straight. Facing the pressure emitted by the other party, his back was tense, and he felt the blood was squeezed, and his mind was dizzy. Although Luna told herself that this was just an incarnation of the God of Death with no real power, and that it was not that the arrival of the original body could not constitute a real threat to them, as a mortal, he could still feel the suppression from the identity of the true god revealed by the other party.

"Do you want some?" In front of a true god's incarnation, Ellen pushed the menu on the stall towards Haierbo.

At this time, the pressure the other party put on Alan was different from the God of Death that he had entered behind the curtain. The God of Death he saw was almost unable to look directly at. Just getting close to him seemed to suffocate him. Although this would also make Alan's hair stand up all over his body, every cell was clamoring to warn the wizard opposite him to be very dangerous, Alan could barely make his actions look normal.

Haierbo's eyes were on the brownies that were only a little left in Allen's hand, and his hoarse voice was silent: "Ευχαριστ? (Thank you in Greek)."

"Two servings of brownies, thank you." Allen waved to the clerk and directed the circle of menus to fly over.

The clerk quickly sent two chocolate brownies with walnuts and almonds. The difference in strength was too great. He could not sense the existence of Haierbo at all. The clerk was also a little happy, "What an honor, Mr. Alan Harris can like our cake."

Haierbo ignored the fork placed on the side of the cake and picked up the cake with his hands. Because he had not controlled the strength, his fingers broke through the crispy shell on the surface and turned to the fluffy part, pinching the cake to the shape. It was inconsistent with the carefully-decorated appearance. Haierbo bit off a piece of it a bit rudely, and he was stunned for a moment with a mouthful of cake. He hadn't eaten any food for two thousand years, making him forget how to eat for a while. After a pause, he remembered that he should continue to chew.

After swallowing the cake in his mouth completely, Haierbo wiped his chocolate-filled fingers on the tablecloth: "No if it's a knot (Greek cut cake)."

Allen put down his fork and adjusted a position that made him look more relaxed. He leaned on the back of the chair, and his back touched the physical object, which also supported his body that felt stressed.

"That's not a force that mortals should control." Haierbo's crutch pointed at the direction of the temple.

"You were also a mortal." Allen didn't like Haierbo's tone. The high-ranking tone revealed the other party's contempt. Since his mastery of the secret arts and obscure knowledge in recent years, it has been a long time since he has not been taken seriously.

"I was 'once' a mortal - you should advise the false god who is paying attention to us in the temple and not to deceiving faith in deception." Haierbo was calm and unmoved by Alan's almost sarcastic tone. "All ordinary people have one death, and death is a link in the life cycle. It is not an end, but another beginning; it is not a punishment, but an indispensable necessity in life."

Haierbo spoke to himself. If Alan had not received information from Luna's scroll, it would be difficult to understand what he was saying. The feeling of being ignored by the other party made Alan even more annoyed. This helped him feel a little relaxed when facing the other party's suppression. His body leaned forward slightly and asked, "Didn't you also obtained the priesthood through similar methods? Speaking of which, we are just to avoid letting you absorb your soul."

Alan exposed his behavior of devouring the souls of the dead to enhance their strength. He still did not cause any turmoil. He was just calmly trying to guide Alan back to the correct path he believed was generally: "Mortal, if you and the false god try to escape death only for this reason, I have already corrected this error caused by my mortal nature. Death is just another way of existence. Mortals' fear of death is only because of ignorance, and they will encounter worse things than death when they are alive."

Facing Haierbo's guidance, although Allen was a little confused, as if he had not continued to absorb the souls of the dead, and seemed to be just trying to complete the priesthood, what happened after he was rolled into the veil last year was rejected by him: "I think my own destiny is better controlled by myself, rather than counting on whether you will make a mistake."

As Alan finished speaking, he couldn't help but leaned on the back of the chair. The pressure brought by the gap in the power of the true god and his mortal identity of Haierbo suddenly revealed made Alan's nerves tense. The suffocation that seemed to fall into the deep sea tightened Alan. The pressure was like a pair of giant hands formed by death, ruthlessly squeezed and kneaded the air around Alan without leaving any gaps - but it was different from when he first met the other person after the curtain. This time, relying on the power brought to him by reading the Nesser scroll, he himself drove the darkness of death, and the air with the aroma of nuts and chocolate on the brownie cake soon filled his lungs again.

"Nether scroll is not the power you should master. Because Netherel's arcane has no restrictions on research, he dares to break through the prohibitions from gods, trying to steal the power that should not be held, and the whole world is almost destroyed." The God of Death seemed to have realized that the power of his incarnation in the mortal world had no effect on the little witch in front of him. He still looked at Alan with a expressionless face, as if he had done nothing just now. "As long as the false god gave up her plan, you will no longer continue to practice the knowledge that should not exist in the mortal world. I can ignore your stupid behavior of trying to live forever in the mortal world."

At this time, Hogsmeade Village.

Baier waved his arm gently, as if to wipe out the life of the wizard in this village, it was as easy as brushing away a piece of smoke. His wings, like a fire dragon, shook gently, and he gradually flew upwards, wrapped around its waist with a human head that was constantly wailing, and his mouth widened. The empty skeleton eyes made the person who saw it feel furious and his back was chilling.

Hearing Baier's words, the wizards who had lost their ability to move were as if they had seen their future from these skeletons, and despair filled the sky above Hogsmeade.

A strange and special tone emanated from Baier's mouth, and red light slowly began to spread out from the sky. Countless red ray-like lights were surging freely, and the light slowly extended and spread out, just like countless fireballs were about to gather in the air, and the bright red occupied the entire sky.

The strong wind blew the thatched roofs on both sides of Hogsmeade Street, and even with magic reinforcement, some of the roofs were still overturned by the strong wind. The wizard who was shocked was tilted by the strong wind. Hermione's messy hair was blown back to the back of her head by the strong wind, and her eyes could not be opened.

"No...he is summoning meteors... This is a meteor explosion! The meteorite meteor fell, even if it was only a small piece, it was enough to destroy us all..." At the door of the three broom bar, an old wizard covered in scars pointed at the abnormality in the sky in horror, and howled in despair. He just tried to use the Floor fans in vain to escape with the fireplace and found that the connection between the Floor networks was also disturbed, and decided to risk rushing out of the tavern and escape and saw the scene in front of him.

The sky was full of red, and the red became thicker and heavier, as if he wanted to press the entire Hogsmeade to the ground. After hearing the old wizard's words, the wizards fled in panic, trying to rush out of the anti-phantom movement range.

A terrifying wind kept pouring in from my ears. Amid the panic and roar of the wind, the old wizard collapsed to the ground, holding the iron wine bottle, and trembling hands pulled open the plug and poured all the remaining liquid inside. He whimpered, "It's too late..."

Then, the air in Hogsmeade village drowned by despair and screams suddenly became quiet.
Chapter completed!