The Demon God Was Death

Upon hearing Xiwen's question, Dumbledore paused for a moment, then gave a wry smile.

"Perhaps I still harbor a sliver of delusion," he sighed, speaking softly to Xiwen. "I guess I still fantasize about grasping at that possibility..."

Xiwen's expression softened, and he said gently, "Dumbledore, one must always look forward; you can't dwell on past regrets forever."

"Look, Aberforth and Aurelius doing just fine now? You still have other loved ones in this world who are worth cherishing..."

Dumbledore silent.

His expression changed rapidly in a short period of time, from nostalgia to confusion, then from guilt to longing, and finally all of it turned into a deep sense of relief.

"Yes, don't pity the dead, pity the living, especially those we can still love." Dumbledore smiled, his confusion dissipating. "One cannot live in a dream. I don't need to rely too much on vague fantasies and forget my life because of them."

Seeing the increasingly broad and open expression on Dumbledore's face, Xiwen smiled with relief. He knew that the pillar of the Wizarding World had returned, and this time he carried with him an even stronger spirit and conviction!

"In that case, let's plan out what measures we should take to deal with the Demon God first," Dumbledore a smile.

"In that case, we can first determine whether the Demon God is indeed the Death described in the Tales of Beedle the Bard." Flamel smiled happily and relaxed as he saw Dumbledore.

"If he really is the Death, then we can see how much of the story we can truly learn from and reference!"

Just as everyone was preparing to continue analyzing the story, Xiwen suddenly waved to them and then floated directly to the center of the safe house's living room.

Flamel, Dumbledore, and the others followed curiously and saw him conjure a wisp of silvery-white thread in his hand. This thread, accompanied by a golden six-pointed star array, quietly entered the old-fashioned projector in the living room of Flamel House.

"Actually... I'm pretty sure the Demon God is the legendary Death." Xiwen said, turning back as he prepared his spell. "This is a memory Xiwen had on the Hogwarts Express at the start of this semester; there are some things in it that are worth noting."

"A spell that allows one to view fragments of memory without the Pensieve, that certainly seems quite amazing," Dumbledore commented, nodding as he watched Xiwen's actions with interest.

As he spoke, the old-fashioned projector, powered by the magical images, began to rotate automatically, projecting a clear picture onto the screen in front of him.

This is an exquisitely luxurious train compartment. The water in the cups inside is constantly sloshing around, indicating that the train is moving rapidly.

Inside the private box sat two young wizards facing each other. The boy was a handsome, brown-haired English nobleman, while the girl was a cool, aloof little witch with silver hair and bright silver eyes.

The aloof little witch, facing the boy opposite her, silently spread a layer of cards face down on the table, gesturing for him to draw one.

The boy casually drew a card from the open pile of Ta Lo cards and flipped it over onto the table—a skeleton knight riding a white horse, wearing armor, and carrying a plague banner appeared on the card.

It's the Ta Lo card depicting Death!

As the silver-haired girl gazed at the Death Ta Lo before her, a strange silver light began to flow rapidly in her eyes.

"Do you think this card might not represent the literal meaning of the Ta Lo... Is it possible that it just represents the literal meaning?" she said to the boy in a cryptic tone.

Then, the image on the screen went dark.

"Is that girl from the Trelawney family?" Flamel asked gravely after the video finished playing.

"Manto Trelawney, a third-year Ravenclaw witch, daughter of Cassandra Trelawney. It is unusual that she took her mother's surname, and no one knows who her father is," Dumbledore introduced.

"When she enrolled, she caught the attention of us deans, but since she didn't do anything particularly unusual after enrollment, we stopped paying attention to her."

"It's clear that this Manto Trelawney has truly inherited her mother's Third Eye," Flamel said, frowning in surprise. "In the scene we just saw, she was clearly using the power of her Third Eye to probe the source of the Divination results."

"Furthermore, this image leads to another conclusion: since Trelawney was able to glean the source of the Divination result from this Tarot Ta Lo depicting the Death, then at least that source is connected to the card's image. Therefore, the most likely explanation is that the two share the same name—'Grim Death '!"

At this point, he suddenly asked somewhat nervously, "Did anything strange happen to her after that?"

"It really is!" Xiwen nodded in surprise, looking at Flamel and saying, "After the Ta Lo Divination, Trelawney's eyes bled, and she said she saw something that was not easy to see—according to her description, an evil creature, entrenched in a closed space, surrounded by a membrane." M.

"In that case, the Death that Trelawney saw does indeed match the image of the Demon God I saw, and his current state of being sealed away."

"Indeed, the Third Eye isn't something that can be used casually," Flamel nodded, sighing. "Moreover, predicting the future comes at a price, even for Trelawney's lineage."

"Alright, let's not dwell on the Prophecy for now. We have enough evidence now," Dumbledore interrupted Flamel's sigh, summarizing. "We can now be fairly certain of the identity of the Demon God who wants to invade our world; he is Death from the 'The Tale of the Three Brothers' in the Tales of Beedle the Bard!"

"Now that we've confirmed his identity, we can start thinking about how to deal with Death!" he said sharply.

Xiwen pondered for a moment, then asked, "So... those three Deathly Hallows were really just gifts from Death to the three brothers? If the Elder Wand and the Resurrection Stone were merely things Death made on a whim, then he is unbelievably powerful."

"It shouldn't be like the story describes," Dumbledore said slowly, shaking his head. "In fact, those who pursue the Deathly Hallows Xiwen believe that the three brothers were three great alchemists in the past, who each forged three extremely powerful Deathly Hallows with different functions, and these artifacts have been passed down through different means."

"Now we have every reason to suspect that the three brothers created the three Deathly Hallows with the intention of using them to fight against Death!"

"In that case, in order to fight Death, we also need to find the Deathly Hallows, right?" Xiwen frowned and asked softly. "Just like the Grey Lady's Prophecy before she left..."

He suddenly remembered the Grey Lady's Prophecy— "Where are the sacred relics? Black and white join hands to end the calamity!"

"You want us to find the Deathly Hallows?" Hearing Xiwen's question, Dumbledore chuckled and asked, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Aren't you worried that I'll be tempted again by the Resurrection Stone and forget my original intention to fight the Demon God?"

"I believe you won't, Dumbledore," Xiwen chuckled softly, looking at Dumbledore. "Times have changed, and your purpose in searching for the Deathly Hallows is completely different now."

"You sought the Resurrection Stone to revive your sister and make up for your regrets and debts. Your previous actions fall under the most taboo category in the Tale of the Three Brothers: greed."

"But our current mission to find the Deathly Hallows is ultimately to fight that despicable invader and to protect our entire world," Xiwen continued.

"Didn't Flamel say that death is just another great adventure? As long as we let go of greed and are not afraid of death, we will certainly not be tempted by Death!"