The Compromising Death Gods

During their journey through the Radiant Mist, Dark Hermione and Ron were truly amazed by what they saw.

The legendary Four Founders: Merlin, Morgan le Fay; Theseus and Agathius, heroes from mythology; Cornelius Agriba and Alfredda Cragg, who left their mark on the A History of Magic.

They all materialized before White Harry, just like Happer and the others before them, trying to stop White Harry's progress.

But without exception, their bodies decayed and they were banished back to the Kingdom of the Dead.

In fact, it's not just White Harry here.

The gates of the Kingdom of the Dead seem to have been opened wide.

The countless deceased whom wizards longed for in their dreams emerged one by one from the radiant mist.

Hogwarts.

Minerva McGonagall reunites with her deceased parents and husband.

Dean looked at the stranger in front of him, a black man who claimed to be his father, with a bewildered expression. He had no idea that the man was also a wizard.

Neville threw himself into the arms of the man whose parents had been killed by the White Wizard.

Just like when he was a child, Hagrid lifted his father onto his shoulders and proudly introduced him to his current job.

Love is like an invisible rope, connecting all those who love and are loved, allowing all the dead— the Living Spirit in the words of wizards—to find the people they still care about while they are still alive.

However, there are exceptions.

The souls of Merope Gaunt, Lily Evans, James Potter, Albus Dumbledore, Gellert Grindelwald did not descend to earth.

Sirius longs for this moment.

Snape, held in his mother's arms, could only manage a weak smile.

Having finally seen his parents and sister again, Aberforth Dumbledore felt a profound emptiness as he stared at the open doors of the Hog's Head Inn.

Coincidentally, all of these deceased individuals were connected to Voldemort and White Harry.

Ron noticed this as well.

"Where's Dumbledore? Why hasn't he shown up?" Ron asked expectantly; he longed to see the old headmaster again.

"He won't appear." White Harry paused. "A life killed by Killer of Wizards can never leave the Kingdom of the Dead. Can never become Living Spirit."

On the other side, Little Hangleton.

Harry 'looked' at all the heartwarming scenes on the deserted islands, "Is this what you wanted to do?"

The Black Death God, who had lived on Earth for nearly sixty years under the name Voldemort, nodded. "The wizards are celebrating, celebrating the arrival of the Kingdom of the Dead. Wizards are residents of the Kingdom of the Dead, and now is the day for them to return home."

"They're celebrating the return of family and friends. But I don't really see any reason to stop them," Harry said. "I'll watch and see if there's any reason to."

Even in his avatar form, he can do anything in this world.

Harry stood suspended in mid-air, his robes fluttering in the cold wind.

Look straight ahead.

The Cosmic Knight's senses detected that something similar to the Black Death God in front of him was approaching.

If the Black Death God before us is pure death, indifferent to justice or evil, and the embodiment of the rule that brings equal death to all beings...

That unknown Grim Reaper is a flower blooming on the Earth of Death, an embodiment of the Law of Death that reward good and punish evil, and is full of the brilliance of humanity.

The former uses the power of the White Wizard as a base to corrupt it, appearing to be affectionate but actually heartless.

The latter uses the power of the dark wizard as a base to whiten it, seemingly ruthless but actually compassionate.

They all spanned the realms of black and White Wizard in this world, and with their own understanding, they constituted a power that transcended them, containing their own will.

But the former is not simply Beyonder, but also an embodiment of the Kingdom of the Dead.

The latter.

"Harry Potter." Harry couldn't help but call out the name of the person who came.

He looked just like him, but his whole body was pale, like a white marble statue.

It is also like an embodiment of the Kingdom of the Dead, but it is within which flows the will of humanity.

"My power and my heart." In the eyes of the Black Death God, White Harry did not exist at all; he was merely a living box to which a missing part of Him was delivered.

White Harry also failed to perceive the Black Death God, regarding him merely as a passerby on the path to godhood, his attention entirely focused on Harry. "What exactly are you?"

"Two Harry!" Ron exclaimed upon seeing White Harry and Harry.

Dark Hermione's mouth formed an "O" shape.

"A passerby who decides the fate of this world," Harry said calmly. "A true wizard."

What are you planning to do?

"He plans to collect all the wizards and return to the land of the dead."

"And you?"

"To become Death and issue indulgences that should belong to wizards," White Harry said. "Whether a life should live or not should not be decided by Death. Death only needs to wait at the end of life and give a fair judgment."

"A clash of ideologies?" Harry closed his eyes.

The Black Death God, now only possessing [reason], descended upon the mortal world, reshaping power and authority.

The son of man, born of the mortal world, seized the power and authority that should belong to the god of death, and, driven by the human heart, transformed into Pale Death God.

They are all embodiments of the Kingdom of the Dead.

The only difference is that God and man are born from different perspectives [of reason].

The Black Death God looked at the Pale Death God, "Flowers bloom, but one day they wither; stars shine brightly, but one day they will lose their light. This Earth, the Sun, this Milky Way, and even the entire universe will one day die."

"Compared to these things, a person's life is just a Setsuna moment. In that instant, a person is born. Laughing, crying, fighting, hurting, joyful, sad, Abomination, loving—all are just Setsuna encounters, and in the end, all return to the eternal sleep of death."

"My other self, this is my only mercy, a gift reserved exclusively for the wizard."

Even now, he still doesn't see the Pale Death God as White Harry, but rather as another version of himself, a different person, formed from the remnants of White Harry after his heart and power merged.

"No, this is not a gift, but a curse." White Harry shook his head. "Death only has value when life exists. Human beings are just such repeated lives."

"Humanity continues to progress by striving to live out its short life and leaving its achievements for future generations to inherit."

"Wizards are not human," the Black Death God said. "They are fugitives who defy death. The distortion begins the moment they should have died but did not."

There is no place for wizards in gardens built by humans.

"The civilization of wizards will not be extinguished; White Wizard will build their kingdoms in the ruins."

"The narrow space between life and death that you call the Radiant Mist did not appear because of me, but because of nature's self-repair."

"The birth of the White Wizard was not due to my influence."

"It is a passport given by the mortal world to recognized wizards."

"You should understand that the White Wizard is the real wizard."

"The magic of life and warmth should be shining on this earth."

"The wizards' deathly, cold magic is irrefutable proof that they belong to the Kingdom of the Dead."

("Bucky, who's right?" Hermione asked.)

(Based on what Basil said earlier, Voldemort is the one who should be dealt with.)

(But Voldemort's words weren't entirely without merit.)

("It would be right for whoever wins," Basil said. "But the problem is, nobody will win if Harry doesn't interfere.")

("My suggestion is just one option, a option that better suits Harry's taste.")

(In the future he envisioned, Earth would become a dead star, with no one surviving.)

("So it all depends on which one Harry ultimately decides to help?" Hermione suddenly realized.)

"Let the wizard choose," Harry said.

In the Tale of the Three Brothers, the second brother, Cadmus, who obtained the Resurrection Stone, used it to get back the girl he wanted to marry but who unfortunately died young.

But she was ultimately not of this world, and she suffered greatly.

Ultimately, the second son committed suicide so that he could truly be with her.

The invitation from Voldemort, the Black Death God, is now a replay of a scene from this story.

The wizards of this world are anomalies of nature, automatically summoning the gap between life and death, and only by the protection of wizards can they live in peace.

The Kingdom of the Dead is indeed a more suitable environment for them.

In order to live in the mortal world, wizards also developed a wonderful civilization that helped them live their lives like normal people.

Since they would eventually return to the Kingdom of the Dead anyway, there was no need for them to go now.

"Your choice?" x2

The two Deaths looked at Harry.

Their intention was naturally to fight, after all, one was black and the other was white, their skin colors were different.

But Harry's presence exuded a serene and vast aura, as if the universe had descended upon us.

It suppressed and tolerated the most fundamental opposition between them, which was like that between water and fire.

They realized that they were equals.

The next second after realizing this.

All the wizards in this universe somehow knew about this news and this choice.

Everyone made a choice that suited their own preferences.

Sirius couldn't wait to see James, but stopped in his tracks under the watchful eyes of his younger brother.

Without hesitation, Snape stepped into the radiant mist and vaguely saw the silhouette of a red-haired woman.

The Black Death God vanishes into the radiant mist, returning to the Kingdom of the Dead.

Pale Death God descends upon the world, his pale skin cracked, and the son of man is reborn.

"Who are you?" White Harry asked.

"Who are you now?" Harry asked.

White Harry looked at the pale white figure that only he could see, lingering in the radiant mist, residing in the narrow space between life and death, "Harry Potter, a human being."

"That's my answer too." Harry's figure faded and disappeared.

——

The Movie Harry universe.

On the lawn.

Harry, who was holding Ginny, suddenly closed his eyes, and then opened them again.

"Welcome back." Basil extended his hand.

Harry also extended his hand.

Ron was just watching the live stream of the chasm, didn't understand and was a little disappointed that he hadn't seen any exciting battles. "Why didn't they fight?"

Harry turned his head. "Because they discovered that the other was already Death."

"Perhaps they were demigods before they discovered this, but after the discovery, the Kingdom of the Dead already had two masters."

"The Black Death God cannot grant all wizards a one-way ticket to the Kingdom of the Dead without the permission of another Reaper."

"Even the Pale Death God cannot issue the Lord of the Dead's Indulgence to all wizards without the permission of another Death God."

"If the stalemate continues, the wizards will live on the islands forever. The gates of the Kingdom of the Dead will also remain forever open to these islands."

"If we fight, only destruction will follow."

"They can only compromise with each other."

"And as a Cosmic Knight, I have no intention of interfering."

"Light and darkness, good and evil, beauty and ugliness must all coexist for them to have value."

"It would be better if these two Grim Reapers existed at the same time."

——

"What do you mean by 'simultaneous existence'? Harry's just full of mystical nonsense and convoluted plots. He's nothing like he used to be."

After Ron recounted everything that had happened in his universe to Magneto and the others, he complained.

"Is this what you care about?" Magneto was somewhat speechless.

"Ron, what you should be concerned about is that there really is a god in that universe," Ralph added after glancing at Loki. "I mean a true god who is part of the universe, equivalent to the manifestation of the laws of nature."

"Didn't you ask Harry to teach you any tricks? Not how to become a god, but at least how to become Killer of Wizards."

Ron still couldn't muster any enthusiasm. "The Killer of Wizards is just an incomplete cycle built from the Life Force and the Death Force, from life within death and death within death. This immunity also has its limits."

"It has absolutely nothing to do with the Life Force I exchanged for."

"As for becoming a god, one must first have a masterless dimension."

"Dimensional Demon God? They're like..." Loki realized.

Ron nodded.

"What about Basil Granger?" Ralph pressed. "He's a variant of the Sorcerer Supreme. You didn't go—"

"I went." Ron's mood sank even lower. "He completely ignored me. I hadn't even exchanged three words with him before he disappeared with Hermione, saying he was going to another universe."

"What about Li Lin?" He looked at Susan and Katy. "You two are his girlfriends. He must have brought back some special products or knowledge from another world for you."

Susan and Katy instantly became very popular.

"They do have local specialties." Susan scoffed.

"Psylocke, Blink, Mystique, Phoenix, Polaris, Cassandra," Katy's voice rose higher and higher. "They are!"

"Ah, all of this is from your world?" Loki exclaimed in surprise.

Magneto nodded and then shook his head. "Cassandra, Raven, Polaris, and Jean Grey are not."

His expression was rather unpleasant.

Cassandra is Charles's twin sister. She is eccentric and has none of Charles's refined demeanor.

And

Although Polaris is not from his world, she is his daughter from another universe.

"Alright," Loki's voice carried a calming magic, "Our focus should be on the mission. In three days, the next trial, the official competition, will begin."

"I hope that everyone can, as we said at the beginning, share resources, grow together, and meet new challenges."

"Susan, Katy. As far as I know, Li Lin became a womanizer because of the changes in the world."

"His girlfriend, Sue Danny, the 'Tech Queen,' indulges and encourages him."

Susan was the first to calm down, because Psylocke, Blink, Mystique, Phoenix, Polaris, and others were all strangers to her.