Voldemort was still roaring in pain.
She didn't want to listen to Alvin's nonsense anymore.
Have you ever seen that man make someone's soul suffer like a thousand cuts when he saves someone?
"Alvin, put away your nonsense!"
"Isn't it ashamed to do these things in your capacity?"
It's just a pity. Alvin stopped talking and concentrated on dealing with the shadow.
As if stripped of a cocoon, this phantom and Voldemort's soul were slowly peeled off to form an independent existence.
Voldemort's howl made everyone who saw it sweaty during this period.
To Alvin's ruthlessness, countless people also have a new understanding.
But those who know him know that he must have done it for a reason.
But is the most knowledgeable Dumbledore and Grindelwald are confused.
Finally, after more than ten minutes, Voldemort had no strength to howl, and the shadow was completely peeled off.
"Don't you say hello? Mr. Herpo."
Looking at the motionless green phantom that only floated by instinct, Alvin spoke quietly.
After a while, the phantom still did not move.
Alvin manipulated the domain to form an invisible vortex that wanted to devour him.
And this action finally made the phantom react, and an Obscurus force spread rapidly.
Grindelwald's face changed drastically, and he flew out a long way again.
On the ground of London, countless flowers, birds, fish, and insects quickly withered, accompanied by a gust of wind, turned into ashes.
Those pet cats and dogs who didn't have time to take away didn't last for two seconds and turned into ashes.
If it weren't for Alvin's intervention to block and let this fluctuation spread, then the whole of London would have become a dead city.
"Why care about the lives of ants?"
A peculiar husky voice came out of the shadows.
In this person's eyes, the dissipation of endless lives is actually just the price of his appearance.
This person was even more terrifying than Voldemort.
"Lady Ravenclaw, is this really Herpo the Foul?"
Inside Hogwarts, Dumbledore looked at Rowena, who appeared out of nowhere and asked softly.
Rowena floated in mid-air, shaking his head slightly.
"We don't know much about Herpo. Maybe Salazar knows better, but he..."
Speaking of this, she hesitated a little but still said in a deep voice
"However, this breath of Death resembles another famous dark wizard."
"Enzo..."
Dumbledore said that name for her.
The inventor of the Killing Curse, the wizard who studied Death the most.
"Is Alvin in danger?"
Ariana looked up at the light screen and asked worriedly, her hands touching and twisting uneasily.
One after another, a legendary person's name popped up. Not only she but even Hermione and the others had the same concerns.
Dumbledore smiled wryly.
How can he know what the situation is now? This is beyond his level.
However, looking at Alvin's still calm face, there should be no problem.
"You don't need to say so ruthlessly."
Alvin dismisses the phantom, which is Herpo's claim.
Once someone reaches the Legendary realm and penetrates into this world, it will indeed be accompanied by some visions of heaven and earth when it appears.
This is caused by the resonance of the laws that we have mastered with heaven and earth.
Like Herpo, he obviously mastered the law of Death, and everywhere he went, countless living beings perished.
And Alvin's law is very complicated. If he lets go of the domain naturally, the surrounding area will be chaotic, and everything will turn into nothingness.
Therefore, after he perceives this, he will deliberately converge.
"This is the recognition of you and me by heaven and earth, and you and I are gods."
Herpo looked down and looked at Voldemort, who was wide-eyed. "Believer of Death, you have disappointed me a little."
"Why must you provoke Alvin Gaunt with your weak strength? Isn't it good to collect souls?"
"You're using me!"
Voldemort gritted his teeth. She didn't expect that the adventure she was going on was actually another calculation.
Since his resurrection, he has actually been in a state of manipulation.
First, Dumbledore, then Alvin, and finally, even Herpo came out.
What the hell is wrong with this world?
I'm the Dark Lord!
Unfortunately, Herpo just reprimanded and then lost interest in talking to Voldemort, stretching out his arm to grab Voldemort's body.
A shockwave hit and stopped his movement.
"I want this person. She has other uses."
Alvin withdrew his arm. He saves Voldemort not to spare his life but to study his Obscurial body.
"You're provoking me, Gaunt."
"It's not the first time anyway. After all, I've snatched a few souls from your hands, and it's not bad for this one."
The scene fell silent.
Herpo raised his head for a long time, and his dark eyes looked directly at Alvin.
"You already know my identity?"
Alvin pulled out a mocking smile. "I don't know. After all, I don't know what to call you, Herpo, Enzo, Peverell."
"Or... Death?"
Words are like stormy waves, setting off a frenzy around the world.
"The Death? Are there really gods in this world?"
"Peverell? It turns out that what is said in The Tales of Beedle the Bard is true!"
"Then why does Herpo have so many identities, and how exactly did he do it?"
Countless questions are popping up in people's minds, and things are becoming more and more magical.
Even the Muggles couldn't wait for the two of them to break some shocking news.
There is already a god of Death in this world, so is there some other god?
Herpo sighed softly. "The name is just a code name. If you have to choose one, call me Death."
"Herpo, or Enzo, is just an identity for me to wander the world."
"And now, I'm just Death."
"I'm afraid it's not that simple, is it?" Alvin goes straight to the heart of the problem. "You are not simply wandering. You are seeking the world!"