I'm in a crossover anime world, and I've been transported to Hogwarts twice.

It remains powerful, still possessing the chilling power of "the end," but it is no longer corrosive, no longer attempting to assimilate him!

It lay dormant at that special interface at the core of his soul, like a loyal arsenal, waiting for him to call upon it!

With just a thought, he could sense the immense power of death contained within, and understand the ultimate rules about the annihilation of the soul, the end of life, and the return of all things contained in those cold runes!

He could even clearly see the tiny scars left in his soul from the forced removal, which, under the combined nourishment of the power of the Law of Death and the power of Gaia's origin, were healing and mending at an unimaginable speed, becoming more resilient and more transparent!

He raised his hand, his mind stirring slightly.

There was no incantation chanted, and no wand waved.

With a mere thought, a wisp of extremely condensed, profound darkness, seemingly capable of absorbing all light, swirled around his fingertips.

It wasn't the filthy, evil black of black magic, but rather a pure, cold "dead silence" that represented the ultimate fate of the universe!

The shadowy wisp gently brushed past a vibrant blade of grass beside me.

Without a sound, the grass withered, decayed, and rotted at a speed visible to the naked eye, eventually turning into a small clump of gray dust, completely losing all traces of life!

There was no pain, no struggle, as if its life journey was accelerated to the end in an instant, completing the natural cycle of death.

This is the power to wield the authority of death!

No incantation, no medium needed, birth and death are determined by the mind's will!

As Genichi Hanyu watched the wisp of darkness slowly dissipate from his fingertips, feeling the gentle yet boundless power of the law of death deep within his soul, his eyes burst forth with an unprecedented, dazzling light that was a mixture of ecstasy, shock, and a hint of awe!

He succeeded!

He has obtained the authority over the laws of death!

Moreover, it is a safe, free, and unassimilated form of control!

"How does it feel?"

Gaia's voice rang out again, carrying a hint of barely perceptible satisfaction.

Genichi Hanyu slowly stood up. Although his body was still somewhat weak, his soul seemed to have undergone some kind of sublimation, and was filled with an unprecedented sense of power.

He flexed his fingers, feeling the surging power within him, and a confident and powerful smile curved his lips.

"This paper feels wonderful!"

104. Using Ariana to control Dumbledore!

Stepping back onto the land of the Harry Potter world, the familiar moist air and earthy scent of the edge of the Hogwarts Forbidden Forest filled my nostrils.

However, this time, Genichi Hanyu's perception underwent a dramatic change.

In just one round trip, he had become the wielder of the power of death in this world, a grim reaper walking among mortals.

The curtain of the world was completely lifted in his eyes.

He could clearly see that below, to the side, or in a dimension that was closely intertwined with yet completely different from the world of the living, there existed a vast, silent realm filled with a cold aura—the underworld, or rather, the world of the dead.

It was neither hell nor heaven as imagined, but a vast space composed of pure soul energy, unfulfilled obsessions, and the cold laws of death itself.

Countless points of light (souls), some bright and some dim, in various shapes, float and wander within it, flowing slowly according to some invisible order, and finally returning to the deeper void that represents utter annihilation.

This perception is not visual, but a kind of "knowledge" that originates from the instinct of authority and reaches the very source of the world.

The boundary between life and death became clearer and more fragile than ever before in his eyes.

In this strange perspective overlooking the boundary between life and death, a cold and realistic thought suddenly slithered into Genichi Hanyu's mind like a venomous snake.

He used Ariana Dumbledore to force Albus Dumbledore to 627!

Dumbledore's deepest and most painful scar was his sister Ariana, who died young.

Her tragedy is the original sin and eternal regret that this great wizard carried throughout her life.

Now that they have the power of death in their hands, and since they can clearly perceive the souls lingering in the underworld.

So, find Ariana's soul, and even briefly bring her back to the edge of the world of the living, as leverage to force Dumbledore to hand over the other two Deathly Hallows, the Elder Wand and the Invisibility Cloak!

Genichi Hanyu was also extremely interested in the invincible power symbolized by the Elder Wand and the absolute concealment represented by the Invisibility Cloak.

The Resurrection Stone has been proven to be the embodiment of the laws of death in this world. So, as the Deathly Hallows of the same origin, the Elder Wand and the Invisibility Cloak are surely not as simple as the legends describe.

They must also contain fragments of the fundamental laws of this world, but they have not been fully activated or understood.

The Resurrection Stone made him the Grim Reaper, granting him insight into the rules of death in this world.

So, does the Elder Wand, this so-called Staff of Destiny, contain fragments of laws that point to the ultimate form of power?

Is it pure destructive power, or a rule-based control over the concept of victory?

Even a slim chance to change the course of one's destiny?

The Invisibility Cloak, this sacred relic passed down through the Potter family, does its core principle transcend the physical level of concealment and touch upon the philosophical boundary between existence and non-existence?

Or is it about manipulating the information itself to make the holder disappear completely from the world's information flow?

The unexpected joy they can bring is no less valuable than the secrets of death revealed by the Resurrection Stone!

Once this idea took shape, it quickly took root and grew in Genichi Hanyu's mind.

Using the souls of the dead as bargaining chips may be a despicable tactic, but in the face of the grand goal of pursuing power and integration with the world, a few moral flaws seem insignificant.

What does Dumbledore's suffering have to do with him?

All he needs is the result.

Yuzuru's eyes were icy cold, and he showed no further hesitation.

He raised his hand, not to use a wand, but to directly invoke the gentle yet vast power of death's authority deep within his soul.

A wisp of pure darkness, as if absorbing all light, swirled around his fingertips.

This darkness is not an attack, but a key, a symbol of authority!

He made a light slash in the empty space in front of him.

"Hey!"

The air was silently torn apart like fragile silk!

A spatial rift, with grayish-white mist flowing along its edges, deep and dark inside, and exuding a cold and deathly aura, instantly unfolded before him!

Beyond the rift, instead of distorted dimensional turbulence, a strange scene unfolds: hazy, silent, dimly lit, and filled with countless floating points of light.

This was exactly the vision of the underworld he had just perceived!

A chilling wind, seemingly capable of freezing the very essence of the soul, poured out from the crack, whipping against Genichi Hanyu's robes and hair.

The vitality of the surrounding forbidden forest seemed to be suppressed instantly; the chirping of insects and birds stopped abruptly, and even the plants seemed to wither.

This is the natural erosion of the living world by the aura of the dead world.

Genichi Hanyu didn't care at all.

He sensed the unique law fluctuations of the world of the dead emanating from the rift, as well as the faint yet immense spiritual whispers of billions of souls mixed together.

His gaze was sharp as a knife, piercing through layers of soul aura, and began to precisely search for that specific target.

Without the slightest hesitation, Genichi Hanyu took a step forward, his figure swirling in the gray-white mist as he stepped into the dark rift leading to the realm of the dead.

The rift slowly closed behind him, as if it had never existed, leaving only an eerie stillness at the edge of the forbidden forest and a lingering, chilling aftertaste in the air.

The vision of the underworld became clear and concrete the moment Genichi Hanyu stepped in.

The ground beneath my feet was not solid, but rather felt as if I were walking on a vast, boundless plain made of solidified gray mist.

The sky is a perpetual leaden gray, devoid of sun, moon, and stars.

Countless sparks of soul light, like fireflies on a summer night, either drift slowly in groups, or curl up alone in a corner emitting a sad glow, or, drawn by an invisible force, slowly flow towards a deeper, colder direction.

The air was filled with silent sighs, unfinished regrets, deep sorrow, and a persistent, suffocating stillness.

Genichi Hanyu is like a shepherd walking among sheep, or a king surveying his territory.

Wherever he passed, the floating specks of soul light instinctively felt an irresistible fear and awe originating from the very source of life, and they all scrambled to the sides like a tide, forming a vacuum around him.

Some powerful spirits, whose forms were relatively clear and who seemed to retain some of their consciousness from their previous lives, trembled and prostrated themselves on the gray, misty ground, expressing their submission to death itself.

He disregarded the awe and fear of the souls around him, and his powerful authority over death acted like the most precise radar, rapidly scanning and locating the vast sea of ​​the dead.

Soon, his gaze settled on a relatively quiet corner on the edge of the underworld.

There, a faint, pure light, radiating a deep sadness and confusion, was curled up on a small patch of illusory grass, formed by its own will, covered with white daisies.

The light vaguely outlined the silhouette of a small, timid girl—Ariana Dumbledore!

A cold smile curved at the corner of Genichi Hanyu's lips. Target locked.

He raised his hand, the laws of death once more swirling around his fingertips, preparing to traverse the distance of this world of the dead and directly seize this crucial bargaining chip of the soul.

105 Ariana's Guardian

Genichi Hanyu's hand was only inches away from Ariana's curled-up soul light, radiating a pure and sorrowful glow.

The chilling power of death has already enveloped us like an invisible spiderweb, ready to seize this crucial bargaining chip of the soul.

However, at this critical moment.

"Wow!!!"

A clear, high-pitched cry of a phoenix, filled with boundless compassion and an unwavering will to protect, suddenly shattered the eternal silence of the underworld!

This sound did not travel through the air, but resounded directly at the level of the soul, carrying a pure power to cleanse impurities and invigorate the spirit!

Immediately afterwards, an incomparably dazzling silver-white light, as pure as liquid moonlight, suddenly burst forth from the core of Ariana's soul!

The light instantly condensed and shaped, transforming into a silver-white phoenix with a wide wingspan, an elegant and sacred posture, and every feather flowing with the pure light of a soul!

The moment this phoenix guardian appeared, its eyes, burning with silver flames, locked onto Yuzuru Genichi!

There was no fear in its eyes, only an extreme anger towards the intruder and an inviolable, awe-inspiring protection that came from the depths of its soul!

It spread its wings and sheltered Ariana's fragile soul light behind it. The invisible barrier instantly became more solid and resilient, forcefully isolating Genichi Hanyu from the cold power of death!

Genichi Hanyu's finger suddenly stopped just millimeters away from the silver flame barrier.

He raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a deeper, more insightful coldness.

"soul?"

His deep voice echoed clearly in the deathly silence of the underworld, carrying a hint of playful scrutiny.

The power of death granted him the perception of a microscope with the highest magnification, instantly revealing the true nature of the sacred phoenix before him.

This is neither a real phoenix nor some kind of magical creation.

At its core is an extremely powerful, pure soul energy filled with selfless protective love!

This energy bears the unique spiritual imprint of the Dumbledore family. Although it takes the form of a phoenix, its essence is that of an ancestor of the Dumbledore family who, after his death, voluntarily transformed and solidified almost all of his soul essence into this eternal guardian!

Its existence transcends the time limit of ordinary guardian spells. Its sole purpose is to protect the purest and most vulnerable soul in the family bloodline—Ariana!

It serves as an anchor, a lighthouse, providing shelter and solace to the lost Ariana in this cold and desolate world of the dead, preventing her from being harassed by other powerful vengeful spirits, and protecting her from any external desecration.

"interesting."

A cold smile curved at the corner of Genichi Hanyu's lips, but there was no smile in his eyes, only absolute control.

He acknowledged the power and purity of this ancestral soul's protection, its protective will even briefly resisting the oppressive force of the authority of death.

If he had faced the eternal guardian built at the cost of self-sacrifice before he fused with the godhood of death, he might have found it truly difficult.

But unfortunately, there is no if.

At this moment, he wields the laws of death in this world; he is the god of death walking among mortals!

The authority of death is complete in this realm; its power is the embodiment of the death rules of this realm!

"guard?"

"sacrifice?"

Genichi Hanyu's voice carries an indifference that transcends all living beings.

"In the face of absolute end, all is vanity."

He did not rush to launch a more powerful attack to destroy the silver flame barrier.

That might be possible, but it would consume his power and could cause irreversible damage to Ariana's already fragile soul, which would contradict his purpose of taking her hostage.

Genichi Hanyu slowly withdrew his fingers, but the law of death on his hand did not dissipate. Instead, it flowed and condensed slowly in his palm like a living thing, emitting an even stronger aura of annihilation that made all the surrounding soul points of light retreat in fear.