"Isn't it obvious?" Ian looked at the black mist-like figure calmly, with a calm tone, "You want to use my ability to travel through the world.
If my guess is correct, you want me to learn the knowledge of the laws that activate Leyline Nodes, so that this universe can gradually restore to 'High-Magic World',
This way you and the fallen gods can be revived."
Death did not deny it, but looked down slightly, and his voice was as low as the echo of an ancient bell.
"So?"
Ian smiled calmly, "Since I also hope to increase the magic level of the world, we are actually in the same camp.
Cooperation is the wisest choice."
There was a brief silence in the air.
Then, the hoarse voice of death sounded again, "You said you had questions to ask me."
"Yes," Ian nodded, "I want to confirm - will the fate of Corrective Force interfere with my plan?"
"You don't have to worry."
"What do you mean?" Ian frowned.
"Because you are a being rejected by fate," Death said slowly.
"The so-called 'Corrective Force' of destiny will avoid everything related to you.
This is why you can't use any Divination magic - Prophecy has no effect on you."
Ian was silent for a moment, thinking about this sentence.
"But Grindelwald once Prophecy passed me."
"That's because you were too weak at the time," Death explained, "
When your strength is still shallow, some people with extraordinary talents can vaguely glimpse your trajectory.
But they can't see your face clearly and don't know your identity.
Unless that Prophecy is beneficial to you, it won't happen - and even if it does, it will only be in rare cases."
Ian felt a hint of impatience in that voice.
He smiled lightly, understanding.
"It's a pleasure to work with you," he said, turned and left.
Darkness shrouded again.
Death stared at his retreating figure, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and sneered.
"How dare a mere mortal dare to discuss cooperation with me?"
It raised its hand and tried to release its power, but found itself bound by countless invisible chains.
Those chains seem to be woven by laws, firmly anchoring it in this world.
"Damn..." Death cursed in a low voice.
But it eventually took back its power - because at that moment, it sensed a threat.
"How is it possible?" it murmured, "How can a mere wizard make me feel threatened?"
It starts analyzing.
"Is it because he broke through First Limitation? No... Even if he breaks through all Second-Layer Limitation, he will not pose a threat to me."
Consciousness extends into the present world.
Death stares at the earth--
It can see everything about Wizarding World and all the plans Ian is secretly promoting.
But when it tried to see through the laboratory on the moon, it was blocked by an invisible force.
That's the power of Invisibility Cloak.
"Damn it, those three holy weapons..." it roared in a low voice,
"Why did I create those things in the first place? No, it was those three Peverell Brotherss that deserved it - they tempted me to pay the price."
In the endless darkness, death recalls the past.
That was hundreds of millions of years ago - it exhausted Faith Power, temporarily came to the mortal world, and created three Divine Artifact in the name of "gift": Elder Wand, Resurrection Stone and Invisibility Cloak.
Its original intention was simple--
With the temptation of "becoming death Overlord", he seduced the three most outstanding wizards at that time, and used their power to awaken the law and escape from the cage of the universe.
But everything went wrong.
The eldest brother longed for power and died for revenge;
The second brother indulged in fantasy and was swallowed by the shadow of his dead wife;
And the youngest brother--the cunning Ignatus--
Aware of death's plot, he hid himself for life and used Cloak to completely hide himself.
Not only that, the "Force of Order" of the universe itself sensed Death's rebellious intentions,
So a curse was placed on the sacred vessel:
The life of the holder will be shortened, and Resurrection Stone will plunge the soul into the chaos of reincarnation.
To prevent anyone from interfering with the cycle of life and death again.
Death rages.
"Then Dumbledore--I will guide him step by step to get in touch with the three sacred artifacts.
As a result, he resisted the temptation.
Even the death of a close relative could not shake his reason."
Its voice became lower and lower, almost turning into a roar.
"And Harry Potter... that stupid human being,
After collecting all the holy weapons, he actually destroyed one of them and hid the rest!"
That kind of frustration accumulated over the years into Abyss.
"Since Ian intervened in time, I can't even peek into the future."
Death whispered,
"Maybe... I should use his family to force him to submit?"
After thinking for a moment, it shook its head.
"No, he is the kind of being who will completely backlash once he is restrained.
I need to find the source of the power that scares me first."
Its voice gradually faded away, leaving only a cold whisper.
"I've been waiting for hundreds of millions of years, so why not wait a little longer."
--
Ian returns to Moon Laboratory.
The metal door at the end of the corridor slowly opened, and he stepped into the room filled with magic circles.
Hundreds of memory bottles were neatly arranged on the shelf. He waved his staff to guide them.
Countless silver rays of light flowed into my mind instantly.
"It seems that my guess was correct."
He recited the notes silently in his mind,
"In addition to showing true emotions when you first meet,
Every conversation of death is calculated."
The light refracted in his cold pupils,
Like the silver light shining on the moon.
"Interesting," Ian whispered, "Even gods are starting to be afraid of me."