A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 1110 The Servants of Death

Speaking of Merlin, Merlin...

William and Hermione were chatting about Babbell when this great goblin suddenly appeared in the room.

Babling had obviously heard William complaining about her, saying that she was an old pervert who preyed on young girls.

Barbling sat down at the table with a cold face and ate William's breakfast without any politeness.

She devoured the food in a flash, thoroughly enjoying it.

"It tastes really good. I haven't had food made by Hogwarts house-elves in a long time."

William, unperturbed, asked directly, "Professor Barbling, how's it going in America?"

"chaos!"

Babling snapped her fingers, conjuring a glass of dragon's blood wine. She picked it up, sniffed it gently, and said:

"The Purgers blew up the Capitol, and the Muggle government no longer trusts them."

The war has now escalated into a three-way conflict. The scale of the war is certainly much larger than the English Wizarding Wars.

"There's no Dumbledore over there with you; the war won't end so easily."

William nodded slightly.

It's a mess, isn't it?

As long as the US government, the Purgers, and the Magic Congress are all in cahoots, it will be beneficial to Europe.

This is not a wizarding war in the United States, but rather involves Muggles, so the International Federation of Wizards has grounds to send troops under the Secret Service Act.

He still holds the European coalition forces for the time being and has no intention of disbanding them immediately.

This is the perfect opportunity to interfere in America's domestic affairs.

Of course, William could also take the opportunity to establish the European Wizarding League.

"When I came back, I heard you killed Voldemort..."

Babling took a sip of the chilled dragon blood, which was truly refreshing. She smiled and said, "Not bad, you're quick enough."

"Voldemort is dead, but not completely dead," William said expressionlessly.

"What? There are still Horcruxes that haven't been destroyed?"

"The Horcruxes have all been destroyed," William said, staring into Barbling's crimson eyes.

"But do you know... Tom is still alive?"

Barbling raised her eyebrows slightly, flicked her wine glass lightly with two fingers, and said, "Didn't you already confirm that he was dead?"

"What, you didn't kill him?"

"He was killed, then he came back to life. He was probably saved by an old man," William sighed.

"Of course, this is just my guess."

"An old man? What old man?"

“I’ve met Hermione a few times. She wears strange clothes and looks quite ordinary, but she always appears in places she shouldn’t be,” William said quickly.

He also tricked Rozier into placing Vivian's soul into Arya's body.

Tom's quest to obtain the Deathly Hallows in the Underworld is likely also related to him.

William recounted his journey to the underworld.

Barbling looked up at William and Hermione, lost in thought. She hadn't realized that the two of them had already been to the Underworld.

To their surprise, they had met him before.

William didn't make a sound to disturb them, and sat quietly to the side with his eyes closed, resting.

One of his purposes in bringing Barbling back from the United States was to have an open and honest conversation with her.

In particular, I wanted to ask Baburin about her elderly father, Kovinus Gaunt.

After finding Death and saving his daughter, he disappeared without a trace.

Who exactly is that old man, and what is his connection to Gunter?

After a long silence, a complex look flashed in Babuling's eyes. She made no attempt to conceal it and said:

"I have a story to tell, would you like to hear it?"

"Of course." William sat up straight; he loved listening to stories.

Whether it's Dumbledore's short films, the story of Nico's three brothers, or Grindelwald's Gauntlet and Death version of "The Snow Queen".

Barbling took a sip of her drink calmly and said slowly:

"Once upon a time, there was a wizard who had a beautiful wife and a lovely daughter."

But when her daughter was a child, she was bitten by a vampire and became an Obscurial.

His wife was killed in a silent attack while caring for their daughter.

The man went to the Grim Reaper for help, and the Grim Reaper gave him a talisman that could protect his daughter and ensure her immortality.

As for his wife's soul, it was also in the hands of Death.

"In exchange, men must become servants of Death, walking among the earth and doing his bidding."

William fell into deep thought.

During that trip to Northern Europe, he learned from Grindelwald the story of Kovinus Gaunt and his wife Babling.

The Silent One's daughter is none other than Professor Bathilda Babling, who stands before us.

Gaunt also received Death's help and saved his daughter's life.

But William never expected that the condition would be to become Death's servant.

"This is all a trap set by Death!" Barbling's calm eyes suddenly sharpened as she stared intently at William.

"William, that man's wife is named Barbling... Elaine Barbling."

"Elaine?!" William stared in disbelief, "Isn't Elaine the daughter of Death?"

While in the underworld, William heard Vivian say that Death had three daughters:

Vivian, Morgan, and Elaine.

When Vivian was placed in Cleopatra's tomb in Egypt by Merlin, Elaine was still a child and has been missing ever since.

Unexpectedly, she became Gaunt's wife.

"Yes, my mother is the daughter of Death, and I am the granddaughter of Death."

Barbling raised her glass, gave a self-deprecating laugh, then downed it in one gulp, saying:

"Death set a trap, sending my mother to Gaunt, a descendant of Slytherin."

They used my mother and me to lure my father into their trap step by step.

He must submit to death, become death's servant, in order to save me, in order to resurrect my mother.

"So, what exactly does Death want to do?!" William asked.

"You should ask..." Barbling said meaningfully, "Why did Death make my father work for him instead of doing it himself?"

William turned to look in the direction north of the North Sea and said softly:

"Grindelwald once said that death cannot walk among us."

He can observe wizards and communicate through dreams, but he cannot descend to earth; he exists in two different worlds with us.

"That happened later." Barbling swirled her wine glass and smiled. "Don't forget, Death also has three daughters."

His second daughter, Morgan, was born to him and a Muggle in this world.

William pondered for a moment and guessed, "Vivian told me that Merlin once fought a great battle with Death, and even broke through the River Styx."

Perhaps it was Merlin who used magic to sever the Grim Reaper's ability to descend, trapping him in the underworld?

He needs to find a wizard to help him control things remotely?

"Possibly." Barbling glanced up at William and said seriously:

"Even the later Big Four may have contributed to helping trap Death."

This is probably why Death found my father. He's a descendant of Gaunt...Slytherin.

"If that's the case..." William tapped the edge of the chair with one hand and propped his forehead with the other:

"Is Death's purpose simply to return to this world?"

"Yes," Barbling said, gazing out the window. "A Grim Reaper whose power far surpasses ours will forever rule this world."

It's terrifying to even think about!

"Can you persuade your father to give up?"

"Absolutely impossible." Barbling shook her head.

He raised me to adulthood and then suddenly left.

I have been searching for him for two hundred years, but I have never seen him again.

He is a man of strong will. When he was young, he was willing to travel thousands of miles to find my mother.

I'd do anything to bring my mother back to life, even serve as a servant to Death.

Babling paused and said:

"Instead of trying to persuade him to abandon the plan, we should find Tom."

Since my father resurrected Tom, he is the key.

Find him, kill him, and maybe the plan can be stopped.

Can it really be stopped?

William didn't speak. He placed his hands on his knees, stared at the ceiling, and thought of Grindelwald's words when they parted.

The old man made a prophecy, foreseeing a hopeless future.

He then left Nurmengard and headed to the underworld, intending to kill Death.

For the first time ever, Babling poured William a glass of dragon's blood wine, pushed the glass towards him, and asked:

"William, do you have any plans?"

William raised his glass, looking at him suspiciously, and said, "For example?"

"For example... a plan that could kill the Grim Reaper!"

William choked on his drink, rolled his eyes, and said irritably, "Do I look like someone who can kill Death?"

"So alike, so very alike." Barbling held a wine glass to half of her cheek and said earnestly:

"Why don't you count how many Deathly Hallows you've collected in total?"

"In any previous era, how many wizards could possess so many at once?"

William raised his glass, gave a self-deprecating laugh, then downed it in one gulp, shaking his head and saying, "I really hadn't thought about that."

Babling looked at the man, who was not yet twenty years old, with a flicker in her eyes.

What she didn't say was... that the reason she was willing to teach William ancient runes was because of the Ravenclaw ring.

He was the man Ravenclaw chose.

Everything that followed made Barbling increasingly believe that Merlin and the Four Giants were preparing to have William bring this millennium-long affair to a close.

"Speaking of plans, I do have one that I need your help with," William suddenly said.

Babling said calmly, "Speak quickly."

William laughed and said, "Vivian went to kill Morgan. She promised to help me take the trident from Morgan."

But I'm a little worried that she's no match for me. Professor, could you help me make a trip to the underworld?

"I have prepared the golden coffin, the map, and the compass."

This is the second reason why William wanted to bring Barbling back.

She is powerful enough to be a good candidate for a trip to the underworld.

Babuling remained silent for a moment, then nodded, without refusing.

She cautioned, "After Death is resurrected, he will definitely take all the Deathly Hallows and kill their owners."

You're the biggest slip-up; there's no escaping it.

"Yes, thanks for reminding me." William smiled.

"So, if I accidentally kill Death, you, my granddaughter, won't stop me, will you?"

"Stop me? Why should I stop him?" Barbling said matter-of-factly, "He ruined my family, I wish he were dead!"

Babling got up and walked towards the door.

Just before leaving, he suddenly turned around and took off the protective amulet that he almost never took off his neck.

She held it in her palm, reluctant to part with it, but finally gave it to William.

"It could save your life in a critical moment. When the time is right, destroy it without hesitation!"

William, puzzled, took the lapis lazuli amulet, felt the warmth of the milk on it, and then hung it around his neck.

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(End of this chapter)