A New Death, a New World (The Grand Finale!)

This autumn that arrived so quickly,

It is destined to be an unforgettable memory for everyone.

First, the Wizarding Wars in the United Kingdom ended abruptly, the Death Eaters were defeated, and Voldemort died;

Then, a ruthless third-generation Dark Lord appeared, destroyed the Vatican, and then destroyed four cities in seven days;

The most terrifying thing was that they were hit by a meteorite, an earthquake, and a massive flood all in one day.

The meteorite didn't hit, and the tremors have subsided, but the flood... it really happened.

The first place to begin was Constantinople.

Golden Horn was bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun, and many fishermen sat along the beach.

As a professional angler, I didn't catch a single fish, but suddenly I saw the Sea of Marmara spouting water columns hundreds of meters high.

The water column wasn't seawater, but... blood.

The crimson blood, like a dye, rapidly turned the Sea of Marmara red.

Like the darkness of Inferno, it climbs up to the human world.

Standing atop the Hagia Sophie, worshippers looked down and saw corpses piled up in the blood.

There were hundreds, perhaps thousands; some still clung to life, writhing and struggling in agony, enduring unimaginable ways to die...

That crimson hue spread towards the Mediterranean Sea, like a sea of fire spreading across the countryside.

"Allah, is this divine punishment from you?!"

Devout believers knelt on the ground, begging for God's forgiveness.

But they didn't know that God was dead... killed by mortals.

Standing on an open plain, William, severely injured and somewhat unsteady, still raised his wand.

The hundred-meter-long Basilisk stared at the suddenly appearing young man with its orange pupils.

If a wizard looks directly into the Basilisk, he will die instantly.

This Basilisk, bred by the Death, is hundreds of meters long and can petrify an entire city in an instant.

But William did not flinch or dodge; he stared directly into the snake's eyes, and the Basilisk's magic had no effect on him.

Even under that calm gaze, the Basilisk turned its head away in fear, not daring to meet his eyes.

It had already sensed its master's death, and the man who had killed Death... how could it not be afraid!

"Look me in the eye, you little brat!"

William's voice boomed like a furious King Kong in the Basilisk's ears.

He raised his wand high, and the broken trident pierced down from the sky, embedding itself in the Basilisk's back.

After dealing with the little pet left behind by Death, William sat on the ground, let out a long breath, and finally had a chance to catch his breath.

After killing Death, William immediately appeared here to reinforce Dumbledore and Newt.

In reality, he was at the end of his rope, like a paper tiger, unable to withstand another major battle.

But trapping this Basilisk is still achievable.

Footsteps sounded behind him; Dumbledore and Newt were approaching.

If it weren't for the two elders holding back the Basilisk, the battle against Death would have been a certain defeat.

Looking at William's exhausted back, Newt was filled with emotion.

Who would believe that Death would fall at the hands of this young man?

Before leaving, Newt was already prepared to die, and he said goodbye to Tina.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that William is the second Merlin, would it?

Dumbledore silent, bent over and sat on the ground, then suddenly asked, "William, how much longer can you hold on?"

William turned his head in astonishment, looked at the principal, and then looked up at the sky.

Above the sky

The dark clouds grew thicker and lower, and lightning bolts as thick as a tree trunk rolled wildly.

Dark clouds loomed overhead.

A storm is brewing.

It's as if the sky has been ripped open!

Death will take everyone with him... This is not just a casual remark.

He has been the Death for over two thousand years, becoming one with the Underworld, giving him ample opportunity to manipulate things.

Not only is the River Styx overflowing, but the sky is also about to rain... River Styx rain!

Where others cannot see, there are silver lines stretching across the sky like a net of justice.

William used his last bit of strength to freeze the entire sky, preventing the rain of darkness from cascading down like a waterfall.

But his current condition is terrible, and he can't hold on for much longer.

But Professor Dumbledore had no reason to know this.

William spent too long in the time loop in order to Death, and his power has completely transcended that level.

In other words, he now wants to kill Voldemort... in one move.

Professor Dumbledore shouldn't be able to sense his condition.

William honestly replied, "I can only last for half an hour."

"Half an hour..." Dumbledore moment, then calmly asked, "William, where is the Resurrection Stone?"

At Easter, William received the Resurrection Stone, but Dumbledore did not touch it, fearing he would become fascinated.

But now he brings it up on his own initiative.

William, still puzzled, took out the stone and handed it to the old man.

Dumbledore held it in his palm and stared at it for a long time.

He searched for the Resurrection Stone his whole life, and finally touched it for the first time. But instead of summoning the dead, he calmly said:

"William, there is another way to stop all of this, to stop the River Styx from falling, to stop humanity from being destroyed..."

William realized something, and he said with a serious expression:

"Professor Dumbledore, we can stop all of this..."

"Perhaps, but what then?" Dumbledore countered.

"Death is gone, but his duties remain. Someone must forever guard the Underworld and maintain the order between life and death."

The old man stroked the Resurrection Stone, his eyes glazed over, and he whispered:

"I'm terrified. I'm terrified that one day Gellert will be resurrected, only to find that we've failed and the world has been destroyed."

"But Professor, to become Death means to remain in the Underworld forever!" William urged urgently.

Not one year, two years, ten years, a hundred years... but a thousand years, ten thousand years.

even

Forever!

No family, no friends, only yourself!

"William, I am not afraid of death, nor am I afraid of loneliness."

Dumbledore straightened his back and looked up at the sky, like a dying man facing death with utter composure.

"My father died, my mother died, my sister died, Gellert Grindelwald died, and almost all my friends have passed away."

Did you know that one of the advantages of getting older is that you have very little left to lose?

Dumbledore raised his hand, and somehow, the Death's scythe and axe appeared in his grasp.

After Death's death, the wizard who wields these two weapons can choose whether to become the new god.

William refused.

But Dumbledore didn't.

The scene of Merlin appearing before him not long ago flashed through his mind.

Merlin laughed loudly and asked:

"Stark is unwilling to take up the mantle, Gaunt is about to depart, would Dumbledore be willing to become Death and forever protect this world?"

He is willing to protect this world!

Dumbledore raised his sickle and axe.

In an instant, the scattered magical energy in the world surged together and poured into his soul.

The old man's weathered face wore a smile of boundless magnanimity as he gently said:

"William, Hogwarts is in your hands now!"

William nodded, his lips trembling, and said with a sigh, "I will."

Dumbledore reached out and gently patted his head:

"My child, death is just another great adventure."

There are gatherings and partings, fate brings us together and fate takes us apart; don't be sad for me.

He picked up the Philosopher's Stone and twirled it three times in his hand.

A delicate young girl appeared not far away, letting out a clear laugh, her bright eyes and brows like crescent moons.

"Big brother!"

"Ariana?" Dumbledore gazed at the girl, his expression incredibly tender at that moment.

The old man was finally satisfied, as if bidding farewell to everyone, and he murmured softly:

I will never forget my friends; I will never forget every word we spoke; I will never forget every day.

I will always remember... I am Albus Dumbledore!

The new Death raised his axe and scythe, and swung his arms outwards with a sudden burst of power.

The afterimages of the sickle and axe moved sideways and then vanished in a flash.

These two weapons, magnified countless times, one acted as a barrier, blocking all the River Styx water flowing into the human world;

It severed all connections between the Underworld and the human world.

Dumbledore vanished from the spot.

The world Albus again.

only...

Death!

Underworld

Isle of Avalon.

Gazing at the newly emerged island of Death in the distance, Gaunt sighed deeply.

When the Death, who had schemed against him for centuries and caused his family to break apart, finally died, it felt so unreal to him.

There was no joy of revenge being achieved; instead, there was a complex mix of emotions.

As for becoming the Death, Gaunt certainly had no such idea.

Merlin, the Four Founders, and even Stark... none of them wanted to become Death.

He's used to being carefree, so how could he possibly want to be tied down?

Death,

Death!

While it may be called a god, it actually represents a responsibility.

But responsibility often brings endless pain.

He is not capable of taking on this responsibility.

"And you, are you going to cross the River Styx to the other side?"

Gaunt looked at Vivian —his de facto sister-in-law.

"Yes, of course I'm going!" Vivian's eyes flashed as she said coldly.

"I want to find Merlin and ask him why he didn't take me with him back then!"

Gaunt rolled his eyes and whispered a reminder, "Aren't you siblings?"

"My body is ruined long ago. If I were to create a new body, I would have no blood connection with Merlin!"

"..."

Good heavens... Gaunt was speechless for a moment.

This Germany orthopedic clinic... does a body transplant really solve the ethical issues?

"Then let's go." Gaunt shrugged.

After all, what business is it of his sister-in-law and brother-in-law?

"I'm not going," Babbling had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up.

"What?" The old man turned his head and glared. "Where do you want to go? Once your mother is resurrected, our whole family can be together again..."

"I need to go back and get something." Babbling gazed absently into the distance. "The protective charm is still there."

Gaunt understood his daughter's thoughts perfectly well, and he angrily retorted:

"To remain in this world, aside from Death, no matter what method others use..."

Even if one could live for a thousand or two thousand years, one would eventually fall into darkness and confusion, exhausting one's life completely.

Only by crossing the River Styx can one truly achieve immortality!

"Daughter, you have no future here, only death!"

This time it was Vivian's turn to watch the show from the sidelines. She grinned mischievously and said:

"You can stay now, and you can always leave later."

Besides, if you like someone, just go for it. Look at me and Merlin.

Gaunt glared back at her.

He hasn't enjoyed the joys of family life yet and wants to hold a big, healthy grandson as soon as possible!

Babbling suddenly flushed red, and she protested, "I didn't like it..."

"Yes, don't like Stark. I'm telling you, he's no good," Gaunt quickly said.

"I've been watching him for a long time. Don't be fooled by the fact that he only seems to have Hermione Granger as his girlfriend."

But he had an ambiguous relationship with that Half-Veela named Phoebe.

There's also a female Werewolf who calls him "master" every day... tsk tsk, she's worse than an animal.

Let me think... there's also Trene, the Venice witch.

besides..."

Gaunt went on and on, listing every witch who could possibly be associated with William.

He even mentioned Rita Skeeter.

Babbling rolled her eyes and ignored him.

Gaunt really wants to kill Stark now.

Why didn't Death take that kid with him?

"Sigh, take care of yourself." Gaunt sighed finally and tossed the Ark of the Ark of the Covenant to Babbling.

After the protective charm shattered, Gaunt put Babbling's heart into the Ark of the Covenant, which brought her back to life.

"That's fine too." Vivian smiled and lowered her head, saying, "I promised William that I would hand Arya over to him."

I will leave this body, Babbling, please take Arya back with you.

Gaunt added, "Another woman! What a scumbag!"

The three of them suddenly looked into the distance, where the new Death Island had been fully formed.

An old man with flowing silver-white hair and beard, wearing a gray robe and a gray pointed hat, stood on the River Styx.

Everyone nodded to the old man.

In any case, Dumbledore's willingness to become Death and protect this place is truly... great.

After they left, Dumbledore raised the Elder Wand Elder Wand, which turned into a seed.

Every Death plants a tree.

Trees take root in the Underworld, the abode of the Death's soul, and the seat of one's life force.

Once severed, it will die.

After Dumbledore planted the seed, he watered it with River Styx.

He decided to name the tree:

Gellert Grindelwald!

From then on, they would stay together forever, until... the world changed.

William slowly opened his eyes.

I was awakened by a sizzling sound.

He snapped his fingers, the bedside lamp turned on, and he squinted as he looked around before realizing he was in his own room.

After Dumbledore became Death, he left the battlefield and returned to his home in Autry Ottery St Catchpole.

He slept for an unknown amount of time, but Hermione had already gotten up, with only a few long, brown, curly strands of her hair remaining on the pillow.

William stretched, as if he had a long dream in which the boy received a letter delivered by an owl.

The "plop" sound from the balcony grew louder and louder, so William had no choice but to put on his clothes, pull back the curtains, and open the balcony door.

The sunlight was so bright it hurt his eyes. William raised his right hand to slightly block the light as he looked towards the balcony.

It turned out to be Bobocha, confronting an owl, seemingly trying to pounce on it.

The scene is exactly the same as it was back then!

William was momentarily dazed.

He went out onto the balcony and took the letter from the owl's talons.

The address is Hogwarts.

"Hey, brother, come down quickly!" A pleasant voice suddenly rang out from downstairs.

William gripped the railing with both hands, looked down, and saw Anne waving at him.

There were many other people in the courtyard, including Hermione, Phoebe, Mormont, Gabrielle, and others, all gathered around Luna.

William jumped down and landed in front of the group, asking curiously, "What are you doing?"

Luna looked up at him from behind those large, colorful glasses.

"Writing a book—I've told you before, I'm interested in your adventures."

William thought about it and realized it might be true. He had thought Luna was joking, but it turned out to be real!

This is something William can't figure out.

He stroked his chin and asked, "Have you decided on a title yet?"

"I've come up with a name!" Hermione tilted her head and said proudly, "Hermione and Her Useful Boyfriend."

"..."

Why does it sound so much like lewd talk?

He thought for a moment, then suddenly suggested, "How about we call it ' A Certain Magical Hogwarts '?"

Everyone unanimously agreed to ruthlessly discard Hermione's book title.

A group of girls were discussing the story when William walked to the riverbank, Hermione followed.

The wind blows the reeds gently, and the reed fluff falls to the ground like goose feathers and snow.

"What's wrong with the name I chose?" Hermione asked.

"Your naming skills are almost as good as your cooking skills," William said gently, turning to smile.

"From now on, I'll name our son and daughter, okay?"

Otherwise, their classmates would laugh at them if they went to Hogwarts.

Hermione snorted, raised her chin high, and blushed as she said:

"Who said I was going to marry you!"

"But I've even chosen a name for our son." William suppressed a laugh, looked up, and sighed softly.

If you don't marry me, I'll marry someone else.

Hermione stretched out her finger and gently pinched William's waist, angrily saying, "How dare you!"

William took the girl's hand, held it in his palm, and said softly:

"Hermione, I promise you the grandest wedding ever."

Hermione, her ears bright red, gently rested her head on William's shoulder.

A messenger owl glides across the sky.

--The End