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Two, three, nine, the time of mourning [1/3](1/2)

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Du Wei did not doubt the ability of the God of Death at all. It can be seen from the stories of the three brothers that if the three brothers met the God of Death and the same one in front of him, then this God of Death might be able to kill two black devils and one white devil in one move.

But he didn't do it.

He was definitely shackled by something.

He may not even be just a god, he may even be like the Mysterious Affairs Division under the English Ministry of Magic.

It is a natural phenomenon.

Du Wei poked the god of death gently with his magic wand.

Death didn't hide.

The god of death was like sand, and the magic wand poked in, the quicksand flowed out and fell to the ground.

But he was obviously made of dust.

Death looked at the sand he fell to the ground, and Du Wei also looked at the thing.

"You are not a living person, although I don't know if you are a god."

Du Wei showed a bright smile at the god of death and said, "But I know, you are at least a rule.

Rules about death.

I have heard of many myths. The gods in myths all have their own clergy. So what is your clergy?

grim Reaper?

Death, what job do you do?”

Du Wei continued to poke the abdomen of Death, and looked at the sand on the abdomen of Death, falling down.

Death did not stop Du Wei from doing anything.

The sand on the ground became a small pile.

He still couldn't see his face.

Du Wei's hand touched his face.

Du Wei is right, Death can't kill anyone.

On the river destined to drown, the three brothers used magic to build a bridge and walked over calmly without thinking about whether the river had philosophical meaning or whether it represented death. Just from the motive of the god of death, the reason why he wanted to provoke the three brothers was that they built a bridge on the river that was supposed to drown, but they did not die.

They were not dead in the place they should have died.

Death wants to design and ask the three brothers to die.

Since he is so strong, he can easily create the elderberry wand representing the strongest wand. Many great wizards died uneasy because of the wand. The entire elderberry wand is full of blood in the history of history. So according to the truth, he can also provoke a war at will.

Since he can create the resurrection stone, induce powerful wizards, and induce those wizards with mental defects to die because of the resurrection stone, it means that he can also create the army of Yin corpses. After all, Yin corpses are just a side effect of the resurrection stone.

Then why can't he kill the three brothers on the spot?

Du Wei can only speculate.

Because he can't.

Death cannot kill people, Death can only follow the rules to take away those damn people, just like the last one after the three brothers, Harry's ancestor, the wizard who had lived enough, he took the initiative to take off his invisible cloak and provoke Death.

Then the god of death appeared. He found the god of death, or the god of death found him, and the god of death took the third brother away.

The god of death said that he was looking for Haierbo, and what he said might be true.

He is really looking for Haierbo.

I just don't know if Tom knows this.

He fears death like this.

What exactly is he afraid of?

After a person dies, he can become a ghost, and death is not completely unknown to a wizard.

Tom, what is afraid of death?

Has he seen the god of death?

Du Wei didn't know, but he still comforted the god of death softly.

"Go back, death.

I am not making Horcrux to escape death, I am a coward, but I am not a coward to escape death."

His hand touched the cloak of Death, and he whispered: "After doing these things, I will come to you, Death."

The god of death turned into a ball of sand in front of him.

Du Wei's fingers did not touch the god of death.

This time, Dobi, who could not see anything, finally noticed something was wrong. He felt a strong wind appearing in the room, blowing the furniture that was not fixed to start moving. As for the lighter decorations, they flew up.

Inside the house, it seemed like a small tornado was hanging.

Seeing this, Mr. Dobby quickly rushed towards these accessories and tried to protect them. At the same time, Mr. Du Wei seemed to be in pain and seemed to be about to vomit.

He opened his mouth wide, supported his hands at the edge of the table, and vomited.

No blood or vomit was vomited.

Dobby was extremely surprised to see that, to be precise, countless black fogs emerged from his seven orifices. These black fogs looked like another Mr. Du Wei who was in extreme pain. The black fogs were twisted and made a harsh crying sound.

Mr. Du Wei in the black mist was desperately trying to grab Mr. Du Wei who was vomiting outside. He stretched out his hands and wanted to grab Mr. Du Wei's arm.

Unfortunately, under the wand and under the diary, Mr. Duwei, the Black Mist, felt a powerful pulling force. Just like the diary behind him, a black hole with gravity that reached a more irresistible force, which wanted to absorb everything around him.

He forcibly stripped Du Wei of his body.

He sensed his fate, he understood that he had been abandoned, and he began to curse, and that strong resentment scared Mr. Dobby to shivered.

The black mist Duwei was cursing, he was cursing, and his face was distorted and no longer looked like a living person.

A head suddenly emerged from Mr. Du Wei's body of the black mist.

Soon, a gentle, calm face Mr. Du Wei grew out of his body.

The other Du Wei, wearing shabby clothes, forced the black mist Du Wei to walk into his diary. The most normal Mr. Du Wei was half kneeling on the ground, and he still opened his mouth, and the black mist kept flowing out of his seven orifices.

It seems that this black fog will never dry up.

The wind around was getting stronger and stronger.

Even Mr. Dobby saw the curse.

He heard the sound of the curse and saw the illusory shadow, which appeared outside the wind, which was Voldemort's shadow, and he was hiding beside Du Wei.

"I've caught you."

Finally, Du Wei emerged from the black mist Du Wei. He seemed to have been waiting for this scene for a long time. He was wearing a decayed robe that was soaked in the sea. The pain on his face was even more terrifying than that of the black mist Du Wei. He smiled madly, and could not see any rationality.

He is the real Du Wei.

The Du Wei, who finally came out, hugged the Curse tightly. The Curse Voldemort was roaring, trying to break free from Du Wei's hand, but Du Wei just smiled wildly. He didn't care about anything, he just wanted to catch Voldemort and didn't want to do anything else.

"The Indestructible Master of the Village"

【Time is gone, I and you both die】

At this moment, he hugged the curse tightly. This time, the wind was blowing, and the poor Mr. Dobby was surrounded by the wind and could not see clearly. He heard the sound of the surrounding furniture moving and closed his eyes in despair.

If these furniture fly up and hit him...

From beginning to end, this stupid elf never thought of leaving with magic similar to "Phantom Movement", because Mr. Du Wei is here.

And Mr. Du Wei is the center of the storm.

Dobby cannot leave Mr. Duwei.

At this time, Du Wei, who was outside, also poked the wand on the diary as if he was about to poke the wand.

"Stop!"

Just that!

The diary began to roar, and the black mist Du Wei shouted in despair, and the entire black mist was stuffed into the diary!

The gentle Mr. Duwei, the crazy Mr. Duwei, and the desperate Mr. Duwei, all got into the diary because of this wand.

Close the diary.

The strong wind disappeared.

Du Wei fell to the ground weakly and breathed a sigh of relief.

He saw the figure in the shadow cloak appear again behind him, but this time, he grabbed Mr. Dobby beside Duwei.

Mr. Dobby fell on the ground.

"Not this, idiot."

Du Wei said: "It's that."
To be continued...
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