Chapter 752: Resurrection Stone

Night.

On the hillside of Little Hangleton village, deep in a messy forest.

Two figures in black robes appeared abruptly.

Oh no, it was three; one of the figures was really too small, and in the dense weeds, it wouldn't be noticed if you didn't pay attention.

It looked even smaller than a gnome, easily reminding people of rumors about dwarves, goblins, and the like.

"We are almost there, Mr. Green."

Qiluo said cautiously.

He was constantly looking around, not letting go of any movement.

That sentence "a high probability of danger" kept lingering in his mind; since Mr. Green didn't tell him where the danger was, everything could be dangerous.

"Professor, have you heard the story of the three brothers?"

Xiang Xien's voice sounded in the dense, dark forest; in front of them, only the light of the wand illuminated a small patch of miscellaneous trees.

"Ah... yes, Mr. Green..."

Qiluo didn't relax his vigilance at all; they were traveling on a quiet, narrow path, and the sky was as dim as the story he was thinking about now,

"Legend has it that they used magic to build a bridge to cross a dangerous river, avoiding death.

Death was very angry about this because he felt he had lost three new sacrifices.

But he pretended to congratulate the three brothers and let each of them choose something as a reward: the Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone, and the Invisibility Cloak.

Two of the three brothers hoped to conquer death further, foolishly choosing the Elder Wand and the Resurrection Stone, eventually dying prematurely.

The third of the three brothers was smarter than his two older brothers; he chose the Invisibility Cloak, and only after he could accept death did he welcome Death like meeting an old friend and leave the world."

Qiluo naturally had a deep memory of this wizarding story that was known to everyone.

"Do you think this story is true?"

There was still a distance to the destination, Xiang Xien asked.

"I would rather believe they were three incomparably powerful wizards who created three incomparably powerful magical items."

Qiluo searched the bushes seriously.

In his view, the moral of "The Tale of the Three Brothers" could not be more obvious:

Human efforts to escape or conquer Death are destined not to succeed.

Yes, always.

Only the youngest brother in the story—"the humblest and smartest"—understood that after escaping Death once by luck, he could at most hope to delay the next meeting with Death as much as possible.

This youngest brother understood that mocking Death—like the eldest brother using force, or like the second brother using mysterious necromancy—meant competing with a cunning, only-winning-no-losing rival.

"A long time ago, when I was as young as you, I also fantasized about owning these three items."

Professor Qiluo noticed something, and he said with a slight smile.

"I want to ask you, what about now?"

Xiang Xien asked.

This question was very important to him.

To get the Gaunt ring, they needed to face two obstacles.

One was on the surface—Voldemort couldn't possibly let them get the ring easily.

According to past experience, he would at least fill the old house with curses.

And as everyone knows, Voldemort's attainments in curses have already walked ahead of everyone else.

For example, the liquid in the cave that weakens a wizard's power, the curse on the Gaunt ring, and the curse on the Defense Against the Dark Arts class...

But Xiang Xien didn't think this was the biggest obstacle.

The second obstacle, and also the biggest obstacle... is a certain...

Xiang Xien looked around; it was silent and pitch black, occasionally birds flew out of the bushes, startling a burst of miscellaneous chirping.

"Now, I hope you know, Mr. Green, I have abandoned the fantasy.

I didn't understand before that the reason we live in hell is just because we want to turn the world into heaven."

Qiluo murmured,

"A small part of the wizarding world still firmly believes that Beedle passed them a secret message, a message that is exactly the opposite of what is written in black and white, and only they have enough wisdom to see through it.

They believe:

If a person legally possesses these three things, he will become the 'Master of Death.'

This sentence is usually interpreted as meaning that he is invincible, or even immortal.

I want you to know that I once fantasized about this too; whether it's a wizard or a Muggle, the heart is full of desire for power.

How many people can refuse the 'Destiny Wand'? And which person who has lost a loved one can resist the temptation of the Resurrection Stone?

But I have seen Death, Mr. Green, and it told me that only one thing is the most important..."

At this time, they had arrived in front of a dirty, dilapidated hut.

Its walls were covered with slippery moss, many stone slabs on the roof had fallen off, revealing the rafters below.

The windows were small and dirty, almost opaque.

The most prominent feature was a dead snake nailed to the door, forming a creepy door knocker.

Looking through the small and broken window, one could see that the environment inside was equally bad, with only one main room, which was dim and dirty.

Getting closer, you could also smell the stench of decay.

"Professor... if we find something special, I hope you can destroy it as soon as possible."

Xiang Xien said softly.

Qiluo nodded without hesitation, but suddenly froze when he saw the snake shape.

He knew that the second of the three brothers, Cadmus Peverell, was the ancestor of the Gaunt family, and this creepy door knocker was their family emblem.

This also meant...

"Resurrection Stone..."

Qiluo couldn't help but mutter, and then, he lowered his head,

"This matter is... forever obeying your will."

"Will."

Xiang Xien was silent, then called again.

"Yes!"

Will put down his bow and arrow, head held high.

In a pitch-black silence, they didn't have much trouble breaking some irrelevant curses.

Just as Xiang Xien expected, Voldemort didn't spend much effort on curses other than the ring itself.

Ten minutes later.

Xiang Xien stood in an inconspicuous place in the dirty room.

The Sneakoscope in his hand kept shining and rotating.

This was bought by Xiang Xien in Diagon Alley.

Although it was just an item like a spinning top made of cracked glass, it could predict dangerous items and people around it.

It was a practical Dark Magic detector.

Now it reminded Xiang Xien that this inconspicuous place was the most dangerous.

"Will."

Xiang Xien called again.

Will snapped his fingers immediately upon hearing this, and a special small box was quickly conjured out of thin air.

This was exactly what was buried in the hole under this inconspicuous place.

—Resurrection Stone.

"He won't understand, and he won't care..."

Qiluo laughed abruptly; his voice was very low; he looked at the house-elf steward and found that they were the same kind of existence.

In Voldemort's eyes, perhaps there was no difference between a wizard and a goblin.

He could perceive that there were many Dark Magic and protective spells below, but none of them were aimed at goblins.

Voldemort would definitely be defeated by something he didn't know—Qiluo had understood this since that night.