v7 Chapter 32： Trial of Death

Harry closed his eyes and fell into the river, already feeling death approaching him.

At the last moment, Harry felt his body lithe and a force dragged him back to the shore.

Tom appeared out of nowhere, grabbed Harry by the collar and tugged behind him.

The collar was strangling Harry's neck, and he felt suffocated, and then he was thrown to the ground and rolled several times.

"You want to commit suicide?" Tom looked at him, shook his head and smiled: "

"Harry, I said, your life and death are under my control, I won't let you die, and death won't take it away.

I want you to die, and Merlin can't keep it! "

Harry looked at Tom with hatred.

If it weren't for this person, his life would not be so hard, and he can now celebrate his seventeenth birthday with his parents in his own home.

With a loud roar, he rushed over, lifted Duanzijuesun's feet, and kicked at Tom's crotch.

However, Tom waved his wand and shot a spell, and Harry flew backwards, hitting the ground hard.

Harry got up again, was hit by the black rainbow again, and the whole person flew out more than ten meters again.

The black rainbow followed him like a shadow, as if shrouded in Harry's body, and his body crashed to the ground again and again.

After doing this seven or eight times, Harry fell to the ground completely, blood all over his body.

Hand-to-hand combat is definitely not an opponent of magic, although William once said that "a wand is faster than seven steps, and a fist is faster within seven steps".

But Harry certainly couldn't.

It's not that he doesn't want to use magic, it's that he can't use it.

Not to mention that I don't have a wand, and I can't cast spells without a wand... having a wand doesn't have much effect.

As soon as he entered this ghost place, Harry found an opportunity to attack Tom.

The original wand was taken by Tom, who had a spare wand secretly hidden on him.

Bought it at Cedric's wand shop, following William's example.

I thought the sneak attack would be successful, but I just released a few "weapons except you", and Harry seemed to be drained and had no magic power.

The persistence and lethality of magic here are not as good as fists.

Tom walked step by step, the shoes making a characteristic rattling sound on the ground.

He stood in front of Harry, squatted down, and whispered:

"Harry, this is just a small punishment for you. Next time you dare to commit suicide, I will make your life worse than death."

Harry raised his head and looked with difficulty at this handsome but devilish man.

He had heard William say that Tom would always stay at sixteen, regardless of strength or magic.

It stands to reason that his magic power is similar to Tom's. Why can the other party use so much magic in this environment.

He can't?

Tom seemed to know what Harry was thinking, and smiled, "You're wondering why I'm not affected?"

Tom looked down at him and explained:

"It's not because of magic power, it's because of the magic system.

In the underworld, the magic of wizards will be limited, and any spell can consume a lot of magic power.

But the prehistoric mystery does not, only it can exert the true power of the wizard.

So stop thinking about running, no matter where you run, I can catch you. "

"Prehistoric... esoteric?" Harry repeated the cold word.

"You don't understand, only Stark can understand, but unfortunately he's not there." Tom said slightly regretfully.

"If William was here, you'd be dead!" Harry spat out blood and sprayed it on Tom's face.

Tom said with a gloomy face: "Yes, I am not William's opponent. He killed me not long ago, but there is no next time."

"He discovered the prehistoric meaning of the obelisk, but he didn't get it. Since then, he and I have not been on the same level."

Tom said to himself:

"I have mastered a lot of prehistoric mysteries. When I meet again, I will make him feel what cruelty is."

Harry wanted to sneer, but the blood in his mouth couldn't stop gushing out, and his breathing gradually weakened.

Tom glanced at him and took out a small vial containing the healing potion.

Harry pursed his lips and refused to take it.

Tom looked at the young wizard whose face had been soaked in blood, and chuckled:

"I said, I won't let you die, you won't die!"

The potion floated in the air and poured into Harry's mouth.

A wisp of cool liquid was forced into his mouth, and Harry felt a chill from head to toe, and the pain was diminishing.

After taking a few breaks to drink slowly, he felt the wound heal.

But it made him even more shameful.

"Eat something, I caught it hard this morning." Tom threw a sticky creature over.

It was a blood-red worm with a very strange shape, dark spots on its body, and a spike-like head and tail.

Harry felt sick and thought it was an earthworm.

"This thing is a magical creature from the underworld, called a death worm. It can spray a highly corrosive and highly toxic liquid, and it can also emit a strong current from its eyes." Tom explained.

"I prefer to call it the Canadian Electric Eel. Don't be afraid, hehe~ This one is as thin as a toothpick, and it's harmless."

"Open your mouth," Tom said softly.

Harry stared at him in disgust.

Tom raised his wand again, the death worm, between his lips.

Harry felt like he was about to vomit when the sticky, limp thing touched his tongue.

Tom suddenly raised his head and looked up at the sky.

The weather has been hot recently, over 30 degrees.

At this time, there was actually a heavy snowfall, the temperature was plummeting, and the ice and snow were frozen around, making them into bizarre snowballs.

"It's time to go." Tom touched an emerald on his chest and continued to walk forward with the injured Harry.

Tom was not surprised by this extreme weather.

They have entered the underworld and have been walking for many days. They have encountered high temperatures, sandstorms, earthquakes, lightning zones... all kinds of extreme weather.

It's just snowing now.

In the story of the three brothers, the three brothers built a bridge to cross the river safely...

The river is dangerous, and you can only see the **** of death by building a bridge, which is a metaphor for completing the test of the **** of death.

Now is the trial.

The snow has not stopped. Snow covered the knees, and thick ice shells like white greaves covered the calves, causing the two of them to drag their feet and stagger.

Harry walked with difficulty for three days, trying five more times and escaping seven times, but failed.

"I'm tired, so tired. I can't go anymore, I can't go any more." He thudded into the snow.

"I have to stop, it hurts. I'm cold and tired and want to sleep...even a little sleep by the fire...let me die..."

Harry was completely desperate.

Tom stood in the snow above his knees, watching him quietly, watching him lose hope, watching his body gradually become cold.

It was snowing heavily, and it was so white that it was so clean. And the road ahead is endless, and it seems that it will never reach the place where the **** of death lives.

"Harry, get up!" Tom leaned into Harry's ear and ordered:

"If you die, I will find your friends and kill them one by one.

And that Weasley girl named Ginny, I know you like her.

I will become like you, to seduce her, that girl must be... very moist.

Do you forget it? Your parents died at my hands, don't you want revenge?

You bastard, Dumbledore's darling, coward!

If you want to kill me, hate me! Hate me!

Ugly survive!

My stupid Harry! ! "

Hearing Tom's words, Harry's body was on fire, hatred filling his chest and anger filling his brain.

He rekindled hope, the flame of vengeance.

Harry mustered all his strength, stood up, and roared:

"I'm going to kill you! Kill you!!"

Just then, the snow in the sky suddenly stopped.

The scene in front of him has also undergone a complete change. It is no longer an endless white snow, but a white fog.

Not far away, a turbulent river blocked the way, and its turbulent water waves made waves.

Tom's mouth curled into a smile, and Styx finally appeared.

He looked at Harry and smiled. "Thank you for your help, Harry. You helped me through the trial."

The real trials of death are never those extreme weather.

It's psychological and physical... hopelessness.

The three wizards who come here must be completely in despair, and then they can get hope from despair before they can see the **** of death.

In the end, that's how it is.

Even if there is a glimmer of hope in my heart, I firmly believe that I can find the **** of death, and it is impossible to succeed.

It will only follow the road, keep going, and never reach the end... and finally die of despair.

Therefore, if you want to find the God of Death, the more detailed the person who knows here, the more difficult it will be.

They have always believed that death will be found.

People who know nothing are more likely to despair.

Tom kept tormenting Harry, making him despair, and finally using hatred to give him... hope.

As a result, the "existence" hidden in the illusion appeared.

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