v7 Chapter 14： Can you accompany me to meet...the **** of death?

After the aunt's family left, in the whole house, only Harry was left wandering around, like a lonely wandering soul.

He walked all over the place, and in the end he was free to do nothing, and cleaned the house, as if he was just on a long trip.

Harry thoroughly sorted all his belongings again.

Packed in several large boxes, there are all kinds of mess:

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A collection of "light taste" astringent comics, the female protagonist is a troll loli, and the male protagonist is a giant.

There are all kinds of Christmas gifts, and one of the chocolates, even after five years, has red hair.

Still at the bottom of the box, Harry pulled out a worn badge with the faint words "Weasley is my king" and "Weasley shit" alternately flashing on it.

It was the Triwizard Tournament that year, when Ron became a Warrior and Malfoy sold the badge.

It took Harry a long time to empty the box, toss out the useless items, and keep the memorable items.

Finally, he slumped on the sofa and picked up today's newspaper.

Here's what Harry has to do every day:

Check the Daily Prophet's death list for anyone you know.

He had seen the names of many members of the Order of the Phoenix, and had found that former Hogwarts graduates had it in every house.

And once the name appears here, it means death.

Today's death toll is low.

It may also be because of a battle that has just ended.

Harry was satisfied anyway.

When he put down the newspaper, he looked up at the clock and found that the appointed time had come.

But Mad-Eye was late and had not arrived yet.

Harry waited another five minutes, but no one showed up.

He was not in a hurry either. According to the agreement, if Mad-Eye was late, in order to prevent accidents, he would use the door key to leave.

Harry took all his luggage and walked over to the table, putting his hand on the door key.

He suddenly felt that behind his belly button, he was pulled, his legs were off the ground, and his ears were full of whistling.

Harry had used the portkey once before.

It was during the Quidditch World Cup, and I followed the Weasleys to the Quidditch arena.

So, he wasn't panicking.

But how to land safely is a technical task.

He was inexperienced, his feet hit the ground, his legs were weak, and he fell to the ground.

Luggage was also scattered.

Harry hurriedly packed up before looking up and surveying the room.

The small room contains many books and oil paintings.

A room in Black's old house?

Harry guessed, then took a few deep breaths, raised his jaw slightly, and adjusted his hair again.

He could already imagine that when he went out now, he would probably meet Mrs. Weasley who was cooking.

There is also a friend Ron, who is probably also holding a newspaper, waiting for him anxiously, while looking for any acquaintances on the death list.

And Ginny, presumably playing with Annie and finally getting rid of the annoying Dean as a lightbulb.

Simply perfect.

Harry walked towards the door, looked straight ahead, smiled warmly, and pulled the handle.

But in the blink of an eye, his smile disappeared, and his footsteps froze in place.

The situation is very, very wrong.

Harry froze in the doorway, staring at the scene in confusion.

He was sure that there was no such a room in the old Blake house, filled with all kinds of Bibles and Qurans, and even wooden fish.

The air was still lit with strange sandalwood.

At this time, a sudden voice sounded from the corner.

"Yo, stupid Harry Potter," said the light voice.

"I haven't seen you for four years, how are you?

I always miss that wonderful night when I first met you, and you helped me get the body of my dreams.

You also took my most important thing, my soul, from me. "

Harry stared intently at the corner.

There sat a handsome boy, young Tom Riddle.

Tom closed the Koran in his hand, whistled, and laughed:

"Harry, you are welcome, and I now formally invite you."

He bent over gentlemanly, stretched out his hand, and the corners of his mouth twitched:

"Can you accompany me to see the **** of death?"

Harry: ""

Ministry of Magic,

After a lengthy meeting, the officials all left.

It was rare for William to steal some spare time to continue studying the alchemy book.

After unlocking the second volume, the Deathly Hallows can be crafted.

The records in the book are all the Deathly Hallows that have appeared so far.

Good guy, if you don't see it, you don't know, but when you look at it, you will be shocked. The number of Deathly Hallows scattered around the world is more than the nine that he knows!

More than ninety.

It seems that for thousands of years, there have been so many wizards looking for the **** of death.

As for the **** of death, he is also called the biggest money-losing boy in the magic world.

Just one word arrogant.

I don't know why he sent the Deathly Hallows so desperately.

But judging from Grindelwald's attitude towards him, this melon child is probably planning something.

Therefore, William has put out the idea of ​​going to the **** of death, and is ready to make the holy artifact himself.

Of course, even if you master the production method, these Deathly Hallows cannot be made by wizards.

It's not that the production method is too difficult and cumbersome. It is indeed cumbersome, but some refining methods are not as difficult as the magic stone refining.

So why can't the wizard make it?

For the sake of raw materials!

For example, the Elder Wand, clearly said, requires "Reaper's Elder".

Where can ordinary people get the elderberry of the **** of death!

Therefore, Gregorovitch has worked hard all his life, and it is impossible to make a real Elder Wand.

And some Deathly Hallows also need the so-called "Styx Water", "Death's Toe Bone", "Elderberry Pollen", "Netherworld Sand"

There are many things I have never heard of, and it is delusional to want to make them.

But isn't that a coincidence?

William now has a piece of elderberry in his hand.

This is the raw material obtained after restoring the Ravenclaw crown to the factory settings in the Department of Mysteries last year.

But William hasn't figured out what kind of Deathly Hallows this elderberry is made of.

A crown of wisdom can be made again, but it is not necessary.

William has a Ravenclaw bronze ring and has no shortage of time. The growth that wisdom can bring can basically be piled up in time.

This is a bit of the feeling of Emperor Shitian, our IQ is not enough, we have time to make up.

Most importantly, Ravenclaw deliberately destroyed the crown in some way.

The Deathly Hallows destroyed by the Big Four were more than crowns.

For example, Slytherin's wand was basically hypnotized and turned into a snake wood.

There is also the Holy Grail, which was also used by Merlin to seal its original ability.

Because of his trust in these wizards, William has no plans to make crowns again.

So, what to do with the Deathly Hallows, you have to think about it.

Just as William was flipping through the alchemy book, a silver phoenix suddenly flew in.

After the Patronus landed, Dumbledore's anxious voice was heard.

"Harry,

Missing,

Come quickly! ! "

William: ""