Hogwarts: What bad intentions could a little badger have?

Everyone in the living room saw the strange door that suddenly appeared.

"What is that?" Grindelwald asked with a frown.

Dumbledore shook his head, and he was also very surprised.

Because this door suddenly appeared without any signs.

Even he didn't find out how this door appeared.

It was as if it had always existed, but it was only now that it could be seen.

"This is the entrance to the Twilight Zone." Black took off his napkin and slowly stood up.

"Why did the entrance to the Twilight Zone appear here?" Dumbledore asked.

Of course he knew what the Twilight Zone was, but wasn't it a transit station between the world of the dead and the world of the living?

Dumbledore looked at Black. Even though he didn't know why this door appeared, he understood that it must be related to Black.

Because he was the only one who didn't look surprised.

"The time has come, Professor..." Black walked towards the door.

"What do you mean by "eight-and-three"?!" Grindelwald quickly grabbed Black, "What do you mean by time has come?!"

It can be said that there is nothing in the misty fantasy world except ghosts.

It is also a transit station for the dead to go to the world of the dead.

Black said something about time has come, and then started to walk inside, which made Grindelwald think wrongly.

Black had to explain: "I mean, it's time for me to sign the contract."

Dumbledore asked: "What contract?"

"The contract with the god of death, this is the price I need to pay for seeking his help." Black said.

"What happened? You are making us very worried, Black..." Grindelwald said solemnly.

"That's why I didn't tell you before. I just hope you can spend this time with me happily instead of worrying."

Black took out a roll of parchment from his pocket and put it on the table.

"What happened exactly? I wrote it down. You can read it slowly after I leave."

Nagini grabbed Black's arm, "You...you said it as if you were never going to come back. Don't scare us, okay?"

"I'm not never going back...but...I might never come back." Black smiled and said, "So, please forgive me for not telling you about this, because I don't want to leave regrets if I can't come back."

"This period of time is really...very happy. I haven't been as happy as this period of time for a long time."

As Black said, he gently took away Nagini's hand and slowly walked towards the door.

"Do you have to go?" Nagini asked.

"Well, I have to go... No matter what it is, it always has to come to an end. And I am leaving this time to put a perfect end to it... I will try my best."

Black had to go because he had already met his future self who picked up little William in the Merlin era.

If he hadn't gone, then his past self wouldn't have met his past self who picked up little William.

Then little William would have been left in the Merlin era, and the timeline would have changed unpredictably.

And the results of Black's efforts for so long would have collapsed in an instant.

After hearing what Black said, everyone in the living room fell silent.

They knew that there was no way to stop Black from leaving.

"Goodbye, then." Black said, and pushed open the white door.

"Child, you must come back." Dumbledore said.

"Well... you must come back."

As Black walked into the door, the white door slowly closed and then disappeared.

Grindelwald gritted his teeth and picked up the parchment that Black had placed on the table.

The parchment was densely written with words, recording in detail all of Black's experiences in time travel.

A few hours later...

"The devil... the god of death... this is really a big trouble..." Dumbledore closed his eyes helplessly.

Because he found that even though he was known as one of the most powerful wizards, he could not provide any help for the difficulties Black was about to face.

"I knew it... it wouldn't be that smooth!" Grindelwald tightly grasped the parchment, his face grim.

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In the white mist, many illusory figures were queuing up and walking slowly forward.

Some figures in the team suddenly stopped in fear, then turned and ran away...

"Those people will return to the world of the living and become an immortal ghost. If they can't let go of their obsession, they will continue to wander in the world... until one day, they will wake up and appear here again..."

The voice of the God of Death came from behind Blake.

Blake turned his eyes away from the ghosts and turned to look behind him.

"So, what does the world of the dead look like?" Blake asked.

"Well, although I can tell you what it looks like now, but... I still plan to wait for you to see it with your own eyes when the time comes." The God of Death smiled.

"If I tell you now, then when you finish your journey in the human world and set foot here again, how can it be considered a great adventure? Only unknown things can be considered adventures, right?"

Blake looked at a piece of parchment in the hands of the God of Death.0

"So... I am facing an adventure now, right?"

The God of Death picked up the parchment, "Yes, you haven't seen this contract yet, so it is indeed an adventure."

There are two types of betting contracts with the God of Death. One is that they can be negotiated with each other and finally signed.

It's likeFor example, the one that Old Merlin took the initiative to propose.

Whether it is the content of the bet, the prize for the final victory, or the price to be paid after failure, they are all negotiated.

And the other one is the one that Blake is about to sign with the God of Death. []

The content of the contract is fully drafted by the God of Death, whether it is the content or the price...

Generally speaking, the first type is signed by people.

And the second type is only signed by those who have something to ask of the God of Death.

It can be said that this second type of contract itself is the price to be paid after asking the God of Death to do something.

I help you do something, you have to bet with me and help me have fun... This is the logic of the God of Death.

Of course, in addition to being more dangerous than the first type, if the bet is won, the reward is much better than the first type.

Because Blake had asked the God of Death to help him temporarily resist the invasion of the demon, he had to sign the second one...

"Take a look." The God of Death handed the contract to Blake, "If you fail, the price may be higher, but... I promise you will never be in danger!"

"What if I win?" Blake said as he opened the contract.

"Hehe, I have never lost the second betting contract." The God of Death said confidently.

The bet was made by him, the rules were made by him, everything was made by him, he could not lose.

[Please face the demon of another world head-on and survive in the end. If you don't survive, you lose, and you will obey the orders of the God of Death 100% in the future. If you survive, the God of Death loses, and the God of Death will promise you one thing. Please sign in the blank if you agree. 】

Blake frowned and looked at the simple and rough contract on the parchment. Will you be enslaved by the God of Death if you lose? But...

"If I lose, I will die. How can I pay my price?"

"I am the God of Death, Blake. I can revive you." The God of Death smiled, "I am happy to revive an interesting and powerful servant."

The corners of Blake's mouth twitched slightly. What does it mean that things change... He had always been the one enslaving others, but now he is the one being enslaved.

But... I don't want to be anyone's slave, even if that person is a god!

So... the demon from another world... you have already found a way to die! .