I was expelled from Hogwarts?

Luo Fu and Shirley stood in place, surrounded by a vast white mist, which seemed to be gradually expanding, hazy, lingering and floating, giving people a psychedelic feeling.

The golden mermaid statue with three heads and six arms suddenly shrank to the size of a palm from the height of one person. Rove held it in his hand as if holding a real torch.

He grabbed the corner of the statue and held Shirley's hand tightly at the same time, telling him, Don't let go of it.

The girl with ponytail nodded. Looking at the thicker fog, she felt a little nervous instinctively. Fortunately, Rove's soft-spoken words gradually made her feel at ease.

The surrounding mist is still rolling, faint like mercury, shining with a gloomy light, but the blue flames in the three torches are getting brighter and brighter, like a barrier, blocking the mist several feet away.

In the distance, a shrill woo woo ha ha sound came from the mist:

There are men's yelling, women's wailing, and children's wailing... like the sound of insects and the rustling of weeds by the night wind, it makes people feel very heartbroken.

The fog also rippled along with the sound, and began to thicken and thin, and lingering, like a variety of colorful ghost paths.

Rove and Shirley stood side by side in the middle of the fog, as if standing at a crossroads!

The young man suddenly heard a familiar voice, he hesitated for a moment, and still took Shirley along a path formed by mist, and walked quickly.

After walking seven or eight steps away, the fog seemed to melt away in an instant, and an empty auditorium appeared before my eyes:

Four long tables are placed in the center, and the magical ceiling full of stars is shining high above the head, and the surroundings are quiet.

Rove saw the surrounding environment clearly, and he already realized where he was.

Looking at the familiar hall in front of her, Shirley asked in disbelief, How did we come to Hogwarts?

This is not Hogwarts, but... Rove said with deep eyes, Illusion.

Xueli fell silent. She heard Rove say that the Misty Illusion is a place between life and death, and only dying people can appear here.

Are we two going to die? the girl murmured.

No. Rove looked at the mermaid statue in his hand and guessed:

Maybe it brought us in. This place is constructed based on the memories of the dead. I just heard a familiar voice. It should be someone else's illusion.

Let's look around to see if there is anyone else.

Shirley nodded and followed Rove to search in the empty Hogwarts.

After searching for a long time, they finally saw a wizard on the fourth floor. He was really an acquaintance. Rove had only met him an hour ago.

Tertius!

Tertius turned around hastily when he heard footsteps, and saw two figures appearing in the distance in his field of vision.

It's just that they were shrouded in a cloud of mist, so vague that they couldn't see their faces.

Who are you? Are you a teacher at Hogwarts? Where is Professor Dumbledore?

Tertius asked loudly: Why am I here?!

Rove and Shirley exchanged glances, realizing that Tertius couldn't see their faces, the boy deliberately lowered his voice and said:

Tertius, you are dead, that's why you appear here.

Dead...I'm dead? Tertius murmured, Yes, I was killed by that boy! Is this the world of the undead?

Tertius's eyes were full of shock and fear at first, and then quickly burned. He stared at the mysterious man in front of him, excited and scared:

You... are you the god of death?

Rove fell silent for a moment.

Entering the twilight illusion and contacting the undead, is this ability considered a god of death?

While the young man was still thinking, Tertius thought that the other party had acquiesced. He knelt down heavily on the ground with lightning speed, and hit his head firmly on the ground with a bang.

Death... please save me, let me go back.

Tertius moved forward on his knees, wanting to kiss the feet of Death, he humbly said:

I am willing to dedicate my soul to you, to be your most loyal servant...but please let me go back first, and kill the boy who killed me...

Rove's face was strange, he no longer lowered his voice, but used his own voice to laugh:

Tertius, Pork next door also begged me and wanted to kill you... He is still willing to give me his gold from Gringotts, who should I listen to?

Tertius was shocked, and he suddenly felt that something was wrong. The other party's voice was so familiar, he raised his head suddenly, and after being stunned, he couldn't hide his anger.

Lying to me by pretending to be a ghost? You boy... I'm going to kill you!

Tertius rushed forward. Rove was about to kill him again, but the mermaid statue in his hand seemed to have life, and the torch shook violently.

A bright and fiery blue flame fell on Tertius.

He suddenly let out an inhuman howl, and flapped his arms desperately to extinguish the flame, but he was still swallowed by the raging fire at an unimaginable speed.

Rove and Shirley looked at the statue and looked at each other.

Following the death of Tertius, the entire Hogwarts castle suddenly experienced a dull vibration, the windows and the floor cracked and shattered, turning into a puff of smoke.

Soon, the fog swept in again, and they stood at the crossroads again. The fog filled and became thicker, and the sky and the earth were white.

The whimpering sound sounded again in his ear, and Rove had already realized that it was the voice of the undead.

At this moment, the torch on the mermaid statue seemed to be running out of fuel. The flame became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared suddenly.

The darkness covered Rove and Shirley like a soft and familiar blanket, and the world turned upside down in an instant.

When they opened their eyes again, they had already returned to the small island in the middle of the lake, still standing in their original positions.

The blurred illusion just now seemed like... Nankey Yimeng.

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At dusk, the dim light shines through the branches and falls on a lake.

In the ethereal mist, a Miaoman figure sits on a huge light rock protruding from the lake.

The woman's body has no strands, her soothing and soft lines and round and graceful figure are faintly hidden in the mist.

As the sun fell, the woman seemed to emit a burst of white light, making her look even more seductive.

She gently stroked her swollen belly, with her hands from top to bottom, and said in a charming voice of ecstasy:

My son...your father abandoned us. After you were born, you will avenge your mother...kill everyone...kill them all...

The woman suddenly felt something, she stood up abruptly, her wet hair trembled, and a series of drops of water were thrown out, her eyes became sharper, and she said coldly:

Ravenclaw?

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