From Karma Taj to Hogwarts

On the guarding wall of Mesopotamia, Riddle used his fingertips to scratch his wrist, and a stream of blood spurted out instantly.

The gushing blood did not fall. Instead, it suspended in mid-air contrary to common sense, and gradually merged into a round blood ball.

Then Riddle casually wiped his wrist with his palm, and the wound healed as before.

"This is closely related to the Mark of Death. It comes from the blood deep in my bloodline. I guess you know how to use it." He shook his index finger stained with a trace of blood and said to Xiwen casually.

"Of course, you can say that I am proficient in determining the position coordinates through the connection between forces." Xiwen gently hooked his fingers and let the blood cells float in front of him.

Then he covered the blood ball with both hands, and immediately closed his hands, instantly condensing it into a flat blood-colored jade, and stretched out two fingers to hold it in his hand.

Xiwen frowned as he carefully examined the jade in his hand that contained the energy of the God of Death.

"I seem to sense... Doesn't Death stay in our universe?" He looked at Riddle and asked.

"Haha, who would have thought that the infamous God of Death would hide in his own dimension because he was afraid of human power." Riddle sneered and said disdainfully. "He's really not ashamed."

After hearing Riddle's words, Xiwen could not feel any contempt or relief. Instead, his face gradually became serious.

"Although Death's actions do seem a bit timid. But we need to consider the other direction. He is already so strong. Who knows what level his strength will reach after returning to his own dimension? "He asked in a deep voice. "In the dark barrier where the God of Death suppresses magic, this home field advantage is no joke!"

"Are you scared?" Riddle curled his lips and looked at Xiwen with a look of disdain.

"I think the person who should be more afraid is you, Riddle." Sivan said rudely. "You have completely betrayed the God of Death. If we fail, he will not let you die happily."

Riddle's eyes suddenly darkened.

After a long while, he said coldly: "Don't worry, I know what to do!"

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The proliferation of black fire caused waves in the world;

The turmoil in the two worlds caused turbulence in the four seas;

The devil comes in the midst of chaos and swallows up all kinds of creatures;

Where to find the holy weapon? Black and White holds hands to end the disaster!

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This was the prophecy that Rowena Ravenclaw recited when she left. Now reading it again, Sivan found that almost all of it had been fulfilled.

The proliferation of black fire refers to Grindelwald's signature spell - Fire Shield. It refers to the global wizarding war launched by the Wiccan Party. This is the world wave caused by Grindelwald.

The turmoil between the two worlds is the wizarding world and the Muggle world. One side is caught in the global wizarding war that has been going on for decades, and the other side is getting more smoke and bullets. The war is raging in every inch of the world, and all over the world. The rapids were caused by this.

The devil, the god of death, absorbed enough negative emotions in this chaos and turned them into his own nourishment. Finally, he broke through the seal set by the three Peverell brothers and came to the world again, taking away all the people. The lives of thousands of beings.

The last sentence seems to be the scene to be faced next, that is, the three Deathly Hallows are found, and then Dumbledore and Grindelwald, the two most powerful black wizards and white wizards in the world, join forces to defeat the God of Death. , to end this disaster.

In other words, the underworld and the white world join forces to form a coalition of all mankind, working together to overcome disasters!

The ending in the prophecy is a happy one, telling the wizards that the disaster will eventually end.

But Xiwen still has one thing to worry about -

"Now we only have one Deathly Hallows, the invisibility cloak. Where can we find the other two?" he asked.

"Just let nature take its course, Sivan. Don't be overly obsessed with and dependent on foreign objects." Dumbledore gently tugged on the cloak he had just changed from season to season and said to Sivan. "You have to be confident in the strength of us people, including yourself!"

"But... there is a sentence in the prophecy: 'Where to find the Holy Artifact'? Doesn't it mean that we need to find all three Deathly Hallows to defeat the God of Death?" Xiwen frowned, still hesitant.

Hearing this, Dumbledore smiled happily.

"Xiwen, do you remember what I said?" he asked. "No matter what the future mentioned in the prophecy looks like, we are still living in the present!"

Sivan nodded slightly and continued Dumbledore's words: "The present is complete, but prophecy is not. Prophecy is fragmented. It cannot tell us everything in the future, and naturally there is no need for it to interfere too much with our present... "

"Look, don't you remember it very clearly?" Dumbledore gently adjusted his sleeves and said with a smile. "We don't need to pin everything on an illusory prophecy, even if it comes true. What we should grasp more is our own choices and actions!"

"Our plan has been discussed, and there is no better time to face death than now!"

"You're right. Who knows what accidents may happen if we delay it any longer?"

Xiwen breathed out a sigh of relief and nodded heavily.

Then, he stretched out his hand and drew a circle in front of him, and a circle of light that seemed to sparkle with golden sparks grew from small to large and appeared in front of Xiwen.

Behind the aperture is a small villa, standing very gracefully on a patch of green grass. The overall look is very beautiful and blends in with nature.

A gust of breeze blew past Mrs. Greengrass, whose eyes were still moist with tears. Her expression was full of pride and pride, which was in sharp contrast to her tearful eyes.

Xiwen nodded slightly to her, and then stretched out his hand towards the door of the villa's courtyard.

There was no one there, only a piece of air and a few petals blown off by the wind. It was not clear what Xiwen's movements represented.

The next moment, a blood-red jade appeared in front of his eyes. As soon as the jade appeared, it burned violently. As it burned, the sky gradually became darker and gloomier, as if there were thick black clouds pressing down. To crush everything in the world into powder.

The wind and rain were dim, the wind was howling, and in a strange and dark scene, the jade made of blood suddenly emitted a scarlet ray, and its tail disappeared in the air not far away, as if it was connected to another world.

Xiwen's eyes were wide open and he stared at the red ray that suddenly broke without blinking.

"Got you!"

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