Hogwarts: A little lion in the skin of the Eagle School

"I see... Thank you, child."

Dumbledore smiled gently at the other soul within John.

It's like a kind old grandfather praising a sensible child.

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Although it was not obvious, John did sense a joyful emotion emanating from another soul.

Like a child who secretly curls up the corners of their mouth after being praised.

It seems that this soul also has emotions.

"It seems quite happy that you praised it."

John joked with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore couldn't help but smile.

"Alright, now that we've obtained the Soul Weapon, let's head back."

Dumbledore gently closed the lid of the box and spoke to John again.

John nodded and followed Dumbledore outside.

Only after leaving the courtyard did the sticky, suffocating feeling suddenly ease.

However, the two did not immediately Apparate back.

"Headmaster, you mentioned that resurrection stone earlier, one of the three holy relics of death. Does such a thing really exist?"

As the two walked back the way they had come, John suddenly asked Dumbledore a question.

After resolving the Horcrux issue, John finally had the opportunity to ask Dumbledore about the Three Holy Relics.

Have you heard the legend of the three brothers?

"I've only read the story in the Book of Tales of Beedle the Bard."

Dumbledore nodded and said, "Yes, that's the story."

"But isn't that just a fairy tale?" John asked in surprise.

"In fact, most of those stories are based on reality."

"However, some parts were not explained, so they were artistically altered and became the fairy tales that have been passed down to this day."

"There are even various versions circulating."

John raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

"So the Three Sacred Artifacts really exist?"

Dumbledore did not answer the question directly, but instead began to tell the story of the three brothers.

"In the history of magic, the three brothers have real-life counterparts."

"Eldest brother Antioch Peverell, second brother Cadmus Peverell, third brother Ignotus Peverell."

"Legend has it that one evening, while they were using magic to cross a swift river, they were stopped by the Grim Reaper."

"Because that river was specifically used by Death to harvest souls, but the three brothers managed to break it."

Death was angry because he had lost three sacrifices who were supposed to drown, but he pretended to congratulate them and promised each of them a reward.

As Dumbledore spoke, he took out his wand.

"The boss asked for the most powerful magic wand in the world, one that can defeat any opponent."

"Then Death made the Elder Wand for him from the elder branches found by the river."

Then Dumbledore took out the box he had just put in his pocket, opened it, and showed the Gaunt ring.

"The second son longed to resurrect the dead, so Death gave him a stone that could summon the souls of the dead—this is the Resurrection Stone."

Just as Dumbledore was about to continue talking about the third artifact, John finally realized what was happening and quickly interrupted him.

"Wait, wait!"

"You mean to say that your wand is also one of the Three Holy Relics?"

John pointed at Dumbledore's wand, which had many knots, and asked in surprise.

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded.

Upon hearing this, John blinked in surprise, and then...

"Um, Headmaster, does your promise to trade wands with me still stand?"

John immediately moved closer to Dumbledore, winking obsequiously as he spoke.

Dumbledore rolled his eyes at John, speechless, and then said jokingly.

"Weren't you so arrogant back then, saying that being handsome is a lifelong thing, and that practicing more moves is worse than using a magic wand?"

John scratched the back of his head awkwardly and chuckled dryly.

"I was young and naive back then, hahaha..."

"Then I hope you can go back to your rebellious self from when you were young."

Dumbledore tapped John on the head lightly and said.

John clutched his head, filled with regret.

Damn it!

Missed out on a fortune!

Dumbledore ignored John's antics and continued telling the story of the three brothers.

"The last holy artifact is the invisibility cloak that the third brother chose. He hoped that he would never be found by Death. So Death reluctantly tore off his own cloak and handed it to the third brother."

"Where is that cloak?" John asked immediately.

"In Halina."

Dumbledore had barely finished speaking when he immediately added something else.

"Those are Harry's father's belongings, you're not allowed to touch them."

"What?! What do you take me for! A bandit?!"

John immediately retorted with displeasure, "I only wanted to borrow it from Senior Harry to admire the sacred artifact."

Dumbledore didn't even bother to expose him; the boy was good in every way, except for his dishonesty.

He always likes to take things with him to study.

He's plucked so many of Fox's tail feathers.

Dumbledore continued, "As you know, the three brothers eventually went their separate ways."

"The eldest brother was killed by a villain because he was showing off the power of the Elder Wand everywhere, and his soul was harvested by Death."

"The second brother used the resurrection stone to revive his lover, but because his lover was only a soul and did not belong to this world, she suffered terribly. In the end, the second brother also followed her, and his soul was also harvested by the Grim Reaper."

"In the end, the third brother put on an invisibility cloak and lived a peaceful life until his death. Only then did he take off the cloak and calmly follow death away."

At this point, Dumbledore had already put away the Elder Wand and the Resurrection Stone.

"According to legend, if one collects all three Sacred Relics, can one truly become the master of death?"

Dumbledore gazed at John, his eyes calm and profound: "No, the one who truly wields the Three Holy Relics is the one who knows how to let go of attachments and revere life."

He paused, then looked up at the leaden sky and exhaled.

"But... if an obsession could be let go so easily, how could it be called an obsession...?"

Dumbledore's voice was as soft as a sigh, yet as deep as a tolling bell, drifting away on the wind...