Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

On the rushing black river, a boat slowly drifted towards the other side of the river under the control of a man in black robe.

Iger and Harry were lying on the side of the boat curiously, watching the black river rolling down below.

"Why doesn't this world have a sun?" Iger looked at the boat punter curiously.

"You don't know anything?" The boat punter looked at Iger.

"I really don't know anything." Iger nodded: "I grew up in the human world."

The punting man was stunned, then shook his head helplessly: "It's strange..."

"You haven't answered my question yet." Iger tilted his head.

"The underworld is not a real world." The punter's voice was flat: "The deceased will eventually reincarnate into a new life. This is just a mezzanine between **** and the world, and naturally there is no sun."

"What was it on that day?" Iger looked curious and exploratory.

"Wall of Sighs." The punter said concisely.

"Wall of Sighs?" Harry was suddenly surprised, he turned his head to look at Iger: "Is Iger the one you summoned?"

"What I summoned should be just a projection..." Iger shook his head: "Wait a minute, the wall that divides the Pure Land and the Underworld in the legendary Greek mythology is called the Wall of Sighs. It is said to be the three voices of Bethphanie, the queen of the underworld. It is composed of sighs. It means that the soul in the underworld sees the Pure Land of Bliss in front of it but is blocked, and sighs for it."

"So... does this mean that there is still a pure land of bliss?" Iger looked at the boat punter curiously.

"You have lived in this world for so many years, if there is a pure land in the world, where do you think it would be?" The gaze under the hood of the boat punter glanced at the two of them amusingly.

"It should be... at home..." Iger thought for a while.

"Yeah, what's blocked by that wall is the pure land in your heart." The punter's voice was flat.

"What about you? You're ferrying here, don't you need to be reincarnated?" Harry looked at the boat punter suspiciously.

"Who said I was human?" The figure shook his head.

"Um...sorry..." Harry muttered apologetically.

"If we are going back to the shore just now, can you take us back?" Iger looked at the ferryman in front of him curiously.

The ferryman hesitated for a moment, then looked at Iger: "You can."

Then, he pointed to Harry again: "He can't."

"Why?" Harry suddenly became anxious.

"This is the rule of the underworld." The punter's tone was flat.

"But why does Iger do it?" Harry exclaimed angrily.

"Even if he doesn't go to hell, the underworld can't take him in." The boat punter said: "The devil will not die in the true sense, so he can't stay in the underworld, and he can go anywhere except the underworld. It has nothing to do with us. Big, only the underworld, can't do it."

"But...why?" Harry was still puzzled.

"Because the devil can **** human souls... right?" Iger sat on the side of the boat and smiled softly.

"What?" Harry glanced at Iger suspiciously, and then his face gradually stiffened: "Wait, are you telling the truth?"

Iger nodded: "Sucking souls can make me stronger quickly, so the underworld where souls gather should be considered a dining table for me..."

"So you are so strong because...?" Harry looked at Iger blankly.

"What are you thinking?" Iger suddenly laughed: "I am strong is my own problem, what does it have to do with other people's souls."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, but luckily it wasn't what he thought.

"What's in hell?" Iger looked at the punting man.

"It is a real world, with luxurious castles, strange forests, charming mountains and rivers, and incomparably magnificent scenery." The boat punter paused: "There are countless sinful souls enslaved by the devils for the sake of their own lives. Atonement for sins."

"Castle? Mountains and rivers?" Harry said in surprise: "I thought there should be a burning demon army in hell, and I can't see the edge of magma and the lifeless earth..."

"That's weird... do you like to enjoy it?" The boat punter gave Harry a weird look.

"Of course, no one doesn't like it." Harry nodded.

"Yeah, weak humans know how to enjoy it, don't powerful devils understand this?" The boat punter shook his head amusingly.

Harry was a little annoyed, and the punter's tone made him feel despised.

"There are also many powerful wizards in the human race." Harry said dryly, but after glancing at Iger, he always felt that his words were a little lacking.

"The devil is a unique existence. I think as someone who walks with him, you should know how powerful this one is by your side, right?" The deep voice of the boat punter laughed.

"You're right..." Harry sighed.

"But what if I told you that he was just a juvenile devil?" The boat punter spoke slowly and said something that made Harry even more desperate.

"Is it so exaggerated?" Iger also seemed to be shocked: "What are the existences in **** like?"

The punting man didn't answer Iger's words, but just looked at Harry: "I think you should have experienced it. If the magic of the wizards is a way to temporarily block the rules, then the magic of the devils is to create rules."

"What rules?" Harry asked.

"The rules of the world." The punter said, "It's not that he changed the rules of the entire world, but that he can directly make the rules serve himself, or create a rule of his own."

"Sounds scary, but why would you let him on board if that's the case?" Harry asked.

"I definitely can't stop him." The punter's voice was flat.

Harry: "..."

Sounds so reasonable...

"What is it like in the world of the dead?" Iger asked.

"An ordinary life." The punting man thought for a while: "If any soul truly cares nothing and accepts this life from the bottom of his heart, then he will disappear from this world."

"Doesn't it mean that there are not many people in the world of the dead?" Harry asked anxiously, he was worried that his parents had disappeared.

"No, there are many people in the world of the dead, and not everyone will be so easily relieved of their past." The boat punter shook his head: "Basically, the number of new souls that come to the world of the dead every day and the souls that disappear every day are equal. , not too bad."

"last question!"

In the distance, Iger could already see the other side of the river. He turned to look at the boat punter: "How many devils are there in hell?"

Hearing the words, the punting man was a little silent. After a long time, he slowly said: "A person like you ~www.readwn.com~ no more than one hundred."

"What do you mean?" Iger was a little dazed.

The punting man hesitated for a moment, and then he slowly stretched out his hand - it was a pair of big hands covered with long brown hair, gently lifted the cape and hat on his body, and the next second, a horse face appeared in front of Iger .

"Whatthef**k!" Harry almost screamed, covering his mouth.

This is a real horse face, but the body doesn't look much different from humans.

There was a horn in the center of the horse's forehead, and the horn was curved and spread toward the back of his head, and his eyes were red.

"Who... are you?" Iger opened his mouth wide and looked at the figure in front of him in amazement.

"You can understand me as the most common law enforcer or guardian in the underworld." The horse-faced boat punter said softly, "And I was born in hell."