The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

"Ha~ I've never seen such a wonderful soul before."

When she turned around, she was a woman with a wheat-colored complexion, her teeth seemed to be dyed a little black, her hair was black, thick and smooth, and black symbols were engraved on both sides of her face.

This is Calypso, the sorcerer known by others as the "Goddess of the Sea".

Not only does it not have the beauty in the mythology, but it reveals a kind of death and cruelty, not like a god who escorts the undead back to shore, but more like a wizard who is deep in black magic.

"Let me guess... You are also here to accept the test of the Fountain of Youth?" She smiled and narrowed her eyes, "I have to say, you have succeeded... The closer you are to a pure soul, the easier it is to succeed."

"Let's go then~ you will be with another wizard"

Calypso wanted to hold him, but unfortunately there was no response, obviously Cyrus was repelling him.

"You're not a goddess at all, are you? To achieve immortality by splitting your soul" Cyrus blinked, "I'm sorry...my soul belongs to 'infinity'"

It seems that magic similar to Voldemort has existed for a long time.

The golden-white astral body is a high-quality soul that Calypso has never seen before. She didn't want to let it go, so she became a little angry and said:

"Wizard! This is a deal!!"

The moment the ceremony started, Bimini Island had already surfaced, and the sea had lifted the isolation, but because Cyrus drank the most fountain of youth, the magic power of his soul seemed to be put on a layer of shackles.

As she pulled, a chain made of mist wrapped around Cyrus, like a leech, seeming to be sucking something.

"Unexpectedly...my name has been forgotten by the world...but it doesn't matter, I will return to the sea again!"

Calypso has been staying at the end of this world since he was lifted from the seal that year, cultivating his health and rest.

Because of the shackles directly acting on the soul, Calypso read some memories, more about the current wizard, but Cyrus was indifferent.

Not because of being controlled, but because Cyrus was waiting for someone.

The aura on Hermione's soul reminded Cyrus of something, that kind of unique technique is only good at Ancient One, besides, Cyrus has not seen Hermione yet.

"Excuse me, where's the other wizard?" He didn't look scared.

"Haha~ Still thinking about others? What a great love..." Calypso said jokingly, "She is in another area...You guys are such a surprise to me"

"There's another you?" Cyrus wondered if it was a double.

"No, no, at the end of the world, I am everywhere~" Calypso wanted to try to extract the magic power from the soul, but something was wrong, "You..."

Cyrus' magical energy was tightly controlled and could not be manipulated at all. When Calypso forcibly invaded with his consciousness, he found that the opponent's soul was wider than she imagined.

He remembered what the shadow that smelled like strawberries had said.

big soul~

The consciousness that represented 'the end of the world' could not fill Cyrus' soul either. She seemed to hear some voice, like a mixture of human voices in various forms.

Whispers of old men, children, dragons...

No matter how her will collides, it will not affect the other party at all, because it is too vast.

Like a drop of water falling into a deep pool, no matter how hard the drop of water is hit, it will only merge together in the end. The witch wanted to give up and turned her finger on the other side.

But what Cyrus hoped for did not happen, the familiar figure did not appear, so he sighed, turned and left, intending to find Hermione and leave.

But Calypso will not let go of the fat in front of her like this. She relies on the siren's deal to strengthen her immortal life with the soul looted from the god of death.

She needs revenge, even if the people who betrayed her are dead, she will still find the descendants of those people.

Following Calypso's will, the end of the world began to rush, and the sea water suddenly covered the sky, and Hermione on the other side also had a dispute with her.

Cyrus felt the change in the Force, and walked straight over there.

"Traitors!" Calypso pronounced his sentence on them.

Cyrus felt the pull of his soul, so he increased his speed. He needed to find Hermione before the sea submerged everything, otherwise she would never go back.

Force lightning and consciousness tide, malice and malice.

Hermione was colliding fiercely with Calypso's will, and the excessive use of the dark force made Hermione's chocolate-colored eyes glow with golden light.

The witch turned into the sea, which made Hermione a little difficult, because it was tantamount to fighting the sea alone.

"Go!" Cyrus grabbed Hermione's wrist.

"What should she do?!"

Hermione doesn't want to let go of a different kind of Voldemort, can't catch the current Voldemort, and can't cure the current Calypso?

"Go out and talk!" Cyrus embraced Hermione's soul, "The Fountain of Youth is a curse set by her, and it is enough to break the ritual!!"

Obviously, what Calypso and the previous people did was a 'deal of the devil', using an alternative way to realize each other's wishes.

The final reward is the soul, so the so-called "life for life" does not only refer to vitality.

At the moment before the sea was engulfed, the two souls intertwined and embraced each other, and finally shrank into a singularity and disappeared. After the 'end of the world' was covered by the ocean, a black shadow appeared above it.

Calypso showed a huge figure, suppressing his anger.

"Reaper~ You can't take my soul away"

But the Grim Reaper didn't do anything, the hood looked at the place where Cyrus disappeared, and let out a sharp laugh that surprised Calypso.

It seems to be laughing at everything the other party does.

"This is the end of the world..."

The dark clouds were dense, and the sea below turned into a huge vortex due to the witch's anger. The black shadow of 'Reaper' was so petite compared to Calypso's figure like a mythical titan.

But he was still laughing.

In Calypso's puzzled gaze, a tiny breath was left behind, so small that Calypso could easily erase it, and then disappeared.

As the witch said, 'Reaper' is just a soul guide, and he doesn't have much to do with Calypso, a species that splits the soul to achieve immortality.

But...it doesn't mean that he has to endure the other party's disrespect for the soul.

"Throwing tiles!!!"

On the dome of the sky, a bolt of lightning like the sword of Damocus pierced through Calypso's celestial cap, and the more powerful force lightning broke the dark clouds.

Calypso screamed, the worst injury she had ever suffered.

The shattered part turned into a large group of crabs and scattered back into the sea, but the terrified Calypso found that the attack was not stopped, but changed another way.

"Wait...I will cancel the curse..." She used the souls of other people she had saved before to heal herself.

The barrier made up of sea water was vulnerable to the golden 'Sword of Emperor Weishan', and she could only watch helplessly as the opponent thrust the sword into his chest.

"Pfft---" She seemed to have heard the ridicule of 'Death'.

These two attacks were Master Ancient One and Darth Sidious. These two people made a deal with Hermione because of Hermione's death. Although Sidious was a little impatient, there was nothing he could do for the plan.

The ridicule is nothing but simply gloating.

Who made Calypso, a frog in the bottom of the well, like the yin man, who happened to be so shady that even he couldn't afford to provoke him? ?

So the astral projection/force projection carried out by a certain boss of the infinite multiverse gave this Calypso from the Middle Ages to the present a just gang fight.

And Cyrus, who returned to reality, was comforting Hermione's emotions. The other party had just used the dark force violently. He looked at the eyes that had become more golden and bright, and felt a little uneasy.

And the sirens were also a little unbelievable, they all saw the two little ones returning, which was unprecedented.

As they returned, some cracks gradually appeared in the Fountain of Youth, and some black mist emerged from the middle, and the sirens could hear the wailing that tore their throats.

It was the souls of pirates, Spaniards and many others.

(I’m a little tired recently, I don’t know why, let’s end the summer vacation quickly ╰(‵ ′)╯)