Chapter 316 Leap to Death

black.

The world was dyed black, at least where Nelson could see, everything turned black, annoyed, angry, powerless, hated...Salem has given up on taking Hogwarts students The plan to die, she knew that if she continued to do this, the self-righteous and annoying wizard in front of her would definitely stop her, so she changed her mind, quickly inflated like a balloon, and took a desperate gamble, even if she had to redeem herself in front of the door She is also willing to drag this wizard who did not forget to humiliate herself at the last moment of her life.

"It's only natural that if the wizards are not eliminated, the wizards will destroy us."

The magic power of her whole body poured into her eyes, and the wailing of the other seven people came out of her inhuman mouth. Her colors shrank suddenly, and condensed into a spot of light that couldn't be smaller. Nelson only had time to lift his clothes to cover his face , and was engulfed in black in the next second.

Man-made emotions often lack natural sincerity, but pain is an exception, and there is only pain in this unskilled, emotional explosion. The black engulfs everything, even pedestrians who cannot be touched.

Looking at Kawahara, you can see the clear fields as far as you can see.

next moment.

White.

In a pure white world, can you feel white? Even the most blinding light imaginable to man could not illuminate a world brighter than bright, and when Nelson reappeared, he was kneeling on the ground, clasping a golden spear with the point deep in his hands. Inserting the head of the woman below her, her eyes could not be wider and her hands could not be stretched farther, but there was still a finger distance from the "door" she was longing for.

In this deathmatch without spectators, no matter how crazy Salem's counterattack was, people would only know that it was her opponent who survived.

Salem's body was broken from the head, her eyes became gray, the colors that belonged to her were blown away by the wind like sand, floating in the air, passing through the bodies of pedestrians one after another, drifting towards them end point.

But there was no wind here, only the roaring breathing of the man with the gun, his chest heaving violently, his pale blond hair drooping, covering his eyes and all his emotions.

The plain that was emptied was filled up again in just a moment. The world lacks everything, except people who are running towards death.

"It's over, it's all over."

When Nelson broke free from his trance, there was only mist in front of his eyes. His spear was stuck in the empty ground like a cane. Not far behind him was a chain that had been corroded to pieces by the white ground. The suckers that open and close are struggling like drowning fish, but they are inevitably dragged into hell by the pale palms stretched out from under their feet.

He raised his head and looked at the "door", the curtain swayed towards him, almost kissing his cheek.

Nelson's ears became extremely noisy, and the passing travelers were trying to leave their last voices. Some of them just rushed to the finish line, some stopped and walked, and even had time to take off their hats to the people kneeling at the door.

Nelson couldn't understand what they were saying, maybe they didn't speak at all, all he heard was the noise born of solitude in a world of absolute silence.

"We... you... no... here..."

He was supporting the spear, and the weight of his whole body could not bend the hard weapon. His feet were limp and unable to exert strength. The Elder Wand fell to the side, and the silver light on his body could be seen, flickering like a short circuit. .

Nelson's feet were weak, he fell forward, and hit the ground with a "plop". The distance between the top of his head and the door was infinitely close. Nelson suddenly felt a desire to crawl into the door.

But his exhausted body could no longer support him to move half an inch. His bare palm was pressed against the ground, and he felt the pain of tearing. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the Elder Wand not far away. Nelson raised his right hand by will, and stepped aside. With a sudden pounce, he pressed on the pitch-black magic wand.

The silver light flickered wildly and became round again. Nelson lay on the ground without moving for a long time, the curtain swayed slowly, approaching him again and again, like a charming monster, seducing every passer-by Heartstrings.

Since Nelson was lying at the door, the pedestrians behind had to choose to go around, but this didn't affect anything. The door was too big and broad enough to embrace everyone who was running towards death.

Nelson's physical strength recovered, and he did not expect Salem's hatred to be so strong. Now it seems that what she hates is not the wizard at all, but the sad fate she added in layers of lies, but after a fierce battle, In the end he won, as in a fairy tale, the god of light defeats the enemy of darkness.

But Nelson felt so empty. After doing everything he could, he began to think about the meaning of coming here.

Standing up straight with his elbows on the ground, Nelson felt something attracting him behind the erratic curtain in front of him. He raised his head, and a familiar figure disappeared into the corner of the curtain, swallowed by the unknown.

Nelson's eyes widened, and when the curtain was raised again, he saw the figure again.

He hurriedly got up from the ground, ignoring the spear behind him, and rushed to the door anxiously.

"Are you really going to do this?"

The tingling came from his fingers, and Nelson closed his eyes in pain. In the dark, he saw a man holding up the camera, "I must take this moment, my little Nel has never been so confused .”

"Jonas."

"Go back, I'll wait for you."

Nelson paused for a moment, and when he opened his eyes again, Jonas had disappeared in front of his eyes, but his forward momentum remained unabated. He didn't notice that his trousers were caught by the barb on the spear, and his aunt sent The quality of the trousers was too good, Nelson was pulled back all of a sudden with too much force, the back of his head was hit hard on the barrel of the gun, and the scoop was opened by the sharp gears. The severe pain and the face of his loved ones made his eyes clear. Black and blue swim between the two pupils.

Nelson held on to the barrel of the gun, not paying attention to the back of his head that was bleeding profusely. He was full of fear and stared at the looming figure behind the curtain. It seemed to be just a cloud of fog that happened to be mixed together...

"Is it you?" Nelson lowered his voice as if afraid of disturbing others, and whispered to the curtain, "I saw you."

"rustle……"

The curtain fluttered slightly, as if mocking him for speaking to himself.

"Who are you? If you really are you, then who am I?"

The curtain did not answer him, but continued to shake, and when it was raised again, the figure Nelson saw had disappeared.

"are you still there?"

Nelson asked disappointedly, and to his surprise, there was an answer to the question this time.

"are you still there?"

His voice was sent back exactly as it was, and the "gate" even rejected his voice.

Nelson is like a robot stuck in a disc, standing in front of the curtain, stretching out his hand, and retracting his hand, fear and desire are intertwined in his mind, what scares him even more is that what he fears or desires is do not know anything.

"What's behind the door?" A person always reads his inner monologue when he is afraid. "Is it death? What is after death? Do the molecules of the soul enter the cycle of nature?"

Pedestrians who were walking towards death disappeared the moment they entered. Compared with Nelson's noisy, there was absolute silence behind the "door", so quiet that even his heartbeat was so clear.

"What a fool, it...death is tempting you!" The sudden voice woke Nelson up completely. He turned his head and found Hai Erbo standing behind him. He shrugged casually and said, "It's a pity , I thought I could rely on these students to be resurrected."

"You did it?"

Nelson put aside his curiosity about the "door", raised his wand, turned around, stared at Hai Erbo vigilantly, and walked sideways with his scissor legs, for fear that Hai Erbo might change one by one, and put himself in the door into the door.

"How is it possible," Haierbo sneered, at this moment he has returned to his youthful appearance, his slender face reveals an inexplicable evil spirit, and his black eyes are inexplicably turned to the sides like the members of the Gaunt family, "I will No matter how insane you are, it is impossible to allow domestic animals to slaughter gods."

"Do you think the wizard is a god? Or do you think you are a god? Did the god build it?" Nelson asked as he moved his position, "Why don't you steal your Philosopher's Stone properly?"

"The first time I came here, I came with you, my omnipotent master!" Haierbo only glanced at the curtain, then lowered his head in fear, turned to stare at Nelson's attire, raised his hands At the back of his head, "Relax, I dare not touch you, the smell of death on your body is stronger than the deadliest dead person I have ever seen."

"I'm about to give up." Without waiting for Nelson to speak, Haierbo continued, "I found that fighting against you is fruitless, you are like that annoying priestess, you can spoil my good things every time."

His right eye was staring at the curtain behind Nelson, but his left was averted in fear.

"You'll give up?" Nelson sneered.

"No, I think that as a qualified dark wizard, all I can do is to know the time, especially after seeing it... Do you know? My great master, who fears death like me, in front of it Humble as dust," Haierbo's tone was sometimes humble, sometimes calm, and sometimes arrogant, just like a drama actor, after feeling for a long time, he finally said something that caught Nelson off guard, "I'm going to kill you. "

"what are you saying?"

"My master, you are not the kind of person who chooses to live. When you are tired of the long years and the limited world for you, you will always leave, don't you?" Haierbo said with a smile , "I will pull a cart like a horse and send you here. After a hundred years of you, I will continue my business. I will miss you."

"Aren't you worried about me once and for all?"

"I'm not worried. In your eyes, you won't be able to tolerate a person who has only one pursuit in his life, right?"

The curtains "swished" as if mocking them.

"My master, why don't you go in and have a look? You may not even be able to catch you with your outfit." Haierbo walked slowly towards Nelson, staring at Nelson with his left eye, and frantically rolling his right eye with some disgust, Seriously suggested, "No, no, no... If you can still come out after entering, then maybe you can really kill me once and for all."

"Would you like to help me go in and have a look?" Nelson asked with a grim expression. "By the way, I'm a little curious."

"I--"

Before Haierbo finished speaking, he felt a strong attraction coming from in front of him. Although the surrounding area was calm, he could feel the icy wind constantly tearing at his body, and he stared wide in astonishment. Eyes, in front of him is Nelson's mocking smile.

"I've heard that truly professional dark wizards always choose the back of their heads when possessing themselves. Haierbo, your two eyes seem to have different thoughts."

"you!"

Hai Erbo only had time to say a word, and the miserable green soul fragment was roughly torn off from his body. After the color was stripped, it was replaced by a woman's face. Salem's transparent body was dotted with two With jewel-like black eyes, she looked over Nelson who had a complex expression in front of her. She didn't make any special moves, but walked forward firmly.

A few seconds later, she entered the door without hesitation, her transparent body disappeared, and only two round, pitch-black gemstones fell on the ground, rolling in opposite directions.

The green Herbo was flattened to the ground like a doughnut. Nelson raised his wand and pushed him amidst his wailing. His distorted soul could no longer make a sound, and was swept into the door in an instant. Inside.

There was an imperceptible hint of green on the black stone pillar, but it quickly mixed into the black and was also dyed black, making it impossible to distinguish.

Nelson finally understands why so many dead people come here to leave their emotions and memories, but the trance is always white - black is a mixture of all colors, and he is not at all curious about what is behind the door now, Since people will always die, why should we be curious about what happens after death?

"I'm a little curious, if the body of the Horcrux holder dies, will his soul also die?"

Gnar put away his wand, picked up his spear, and walked away from here without hesitation, running against Salem who went ahead. He said the doubts that he hadn't had time to ask, but Haierpo might never be able to answer him.

"I heard that broken souls will be resisted by death, so...you're welcome."

Into the mist.

A white cat runs beside the railroad tracks, passing by the feet of hurried travelers, and white flowers bloom along the way.

The pitch-black stone pillars stood behind him, and the curtains fluttered lightly, no different from when he came.