It may not seem like a big deal, but this kind of irresponsible thing has never happened before. Cyrus will not ignore it because of this small matter.

"Unless something big happens to him," said Harry.

No one else said much. Ginny held her face with her hands, and the flames in the fireplace reflected on her, making her hair look even redder.

Obviously, they were all a little worried, otherwise they wouldn't have been awake all night and sat together in the lounge. Fortunately, there was no class tomorrow, which was the last good news.

"In fact, Grindelwald is missing too," Hermione raised her head and said this, "Perhaps they went to find Death."

Grindelwald has been wandering around the castle courtyard like a ghost. He is like the guardian spirit of the tomb and refuses to leave. He will not disappear because of the rain unless he has something to do.

"With him by my side, we should have a better chance of winning."

"I just hope that the cloak will help him hide from the gaze of death," said Harry.

At this time, a portrait in the lounge moved. It was the Fat Lady. This plump dorm aunt had been guarding the door of the Gryffindor dormitory for many years. Of course, there was also a framed picture of her inside the lounge.

She came in from outside and looked at Harry and the others and said.

"Harry Potter, I think someone wants to see you."

"Looking for us? Now?" Harry asked in surprise.

He accurately discovered the two most critical points in the Fat Lady's words. One was to find all of them - even if all the teachers in the school knew that they were a small group, they would not call them all when something happened.

Unless this matter concerns all of them, such as: Cyrus!

"Come on, it's on the eighth floor corridor, in the Room of Requirement," said the Fat Lady.

"Room of Requirement?" Ginny asked back. Of course she knew where the Room of Requirement was, Cyrus had once told her about it in a casual chat, but the point was that no professor would meet and talk with them in the Room of Requirement.

"It's the Room of Requirement." The Fat Lady said very confidently, "There is a professor that none of you know, who used to be the headmaster of Hogwarts. She has a good relationship with Cyrus. Her name is Fitzgerald. She has something to ask you."

Although Harry and the others felt puzzled, no one doubted it.

The spell might be able to impersonate a person, but I've never heard of it being able to impersonate a portrait.

They crawled out of the lounge. Fortunately, the corridor outside the lounge was a sealed corridor, otherwise the strong wind would probably blow them to the ground.

The Room of Requirement was not far from them, and they arrived there in a short while.

Unexpectedly, the Room of Requirement had already been opened.

They pushed the door open and walked in. There was no one inside, only an empty photo frame.

After a while, someone finally came out.

She was a middle-aged woman, looking a little thin, and her clothes were a little old-fashioned. Harry was sure that he had seen her before, in Dumbledore's - no, it was Headmaster McGonagall's office. Of course, it used to be Dumbledore's.

When he went to see Dumbledore, this woman was just like all the portraits, dozing with her eyes squinted.

"Hello, ma'am," Harry greeted respectfully.

"Hello." Fitzgerald also nodded and greeted, "I'm looking for you to tell Cyrus something. The guardians and I usually have no way to contact him - about the god of death."

"You mean, the Grim Reaper?" Everyone's heart was in their throat. Fitzgerald had obviously hit upon the point that they were most concerned about.

"To be precise, it's the man pretending to be the Grim Reaper," she said.

"I have seen the true appearance of the God of Death. During my trials, I drew his shadow. Of course, that is not the true power of the God of Death." Fitzgerald said, "The real God of Death does not rely on the power of magic. He never needs to actually take action to destroy a person."

In other words, He couldn't really do anything.

"Because this world is the world of the living, as the god of death, he is restricted in every way. It's just like the story in the fairy tale. Although the magic of the three brothers is powerful, maybe they can defeat the god of death if they unite, but if they are separated, they are definitely not a match for the god of death."

"But the God of Death never ended their lives himself. Instead, he let them destroy themselves." Hermione seemed to realize something.

Gods don't do it themselves, which means that the person who killed Dumbledore is not a god at all! "He is just a despicable person!"

"It's really despicable," Fitzgerald said. "I've visited a lot of portraits these days. You know, they are all historical figures. I can't say they have seen a lot, but at least they know a lot about the past."

She said modestly.

"We discovered that the man's true identity was the one who invented the Horcruxes. At the same time, he was also the messenger of death in this world." Fitzgerald said the most important information.

"The messenger of...death?"

"That's right." She nodded. "Herbo's history is very old. We even suspect it's older than Hogwarts. He invented the Horcruxes and gained immortality. His soul cannot return to the world of the dead, which makes the God of Death very unhappy."

"He was smarter than Voldemort, knew how to escape death, and more importantly, he knew not to put himself in danger. Death had no power over him, but on the other hand, although he gained eternal life, his body was still mortal.

"In order to achieve true immortality, Herpo made a deal with the god of death."

Harry and the others held their breath and dared not speak, for fear of interrupting Fitzgerald's narration.

"He will offer those immortal souls to the god of death, so that the god of death can break free from his shackles and return to the world. And Cyrus, Dumbledore and Grindelwald, the souls of these three people are the most powerful!"

Fitzgerald said.

In fact, there are many souls that meet the requirements, such as Harry's soul.

But Harry was the master of death.

Not even Helpo could defeat him.

"The souls of Cyrus and Dumbledore are great and immortal, but is Grindelwald's soul truly great?" Harry asked back.

Dumbledore's greatness is unquestionable, and Cyrus' soul, under the filter of Harry and others, seems to meet the requirements, except for Grindelwald - he is a dark wizard.

"A dark wizard is just how people define him. But in fact, Grindelwald spent the first half of his life breaking the Statute of Secrecy. No matter what he did, no matter how cruel his methods were, in his heart, he was always acting for the greater good of the wizarding community," Fitzgerald said. "Of course, I'm not saying he's great, or that his actions are right. In fact, sometimes, Grindelwald is indeed cowardly and despicable."

"But whether a soul is immortal is not determined by this." She looked at Harry, "Just like you, your souls are not afraid of death. Such souls are what the god of death desires most."

Dumbledore's soul can be said to be noble, but Grindelwald and Cyrus may not deserve such an evaluation.

But their souls remain immortal.

"Yes." Fitzgerald nodded, and her portrait moved half a step back in the frame. Then, a thin girl slowly walked out.

"Who are you?" Harry and the others looked at her. They felt very familiar from her eyes and eyebrows.

"Hello," the girl said, "My name is Ariana, Dumbledore."

"Are you Professor Dumbledore's sister?"

"Yes," she nodded. "Albus was talking to me before he was attacked."

Harry was stunned for a moment.

Then, Ariana added, "The god of death is between death and only three immortal souls and great power can defeat him."

"But Professor Dumbledore has already..." Harry said sadly.

He did not ask Ariana how she knew these things, because she had died long ago, and her portrait might still have some connection with her soul. At the moment when Dumbledore brought her back from death with the Resurrection Stone, she must have learned some information about the God of Death.

"And you, Harry," Ariana said. "Albus asked me to apologize to you. He said he was sorry and put the blame on your shoulders again."

Harry shook his head to indicate that he didn't mind.

"I'm glad I could help," said Harry. "When Cyrus comes back, we can go together to destroy the Grim Reaper."

Ariana shook her head again: "Albus said that Grindelwald was too impulsive, especially after his death. Grindelwald must have been blinded by anger and hatred."

"You're right." Harry nodded. "We all thought that Grindelwald might have gone to trouble Hercules with Cyrus."

He wasn't too worried.

Since Ariana said that Herpo was not the god of death, he wasn't too worried.

Is there anyone in this world who is more powerful than Cyrus and Grindelwald combined?

Harry didn't believe it, even if that person killed Dumbledore and even if he had the Elder Wand.

But Ariana was filled with despair after hearing the news. If she hadn't been just a portrait and her face had been fixed, she would have turned pale at this moment.

"You are all wrong. Herbo is the messenger of the god of death. His power also comes from the god of death."

"Especially when Herbo obtains the Elder Wand, he can fully unleash the magic of the Elder Wand, making him truly invincible!"

In other words, in Helper's hands, the Elder Wand has become a true causal weapon.

If he is said to be invincible, then he is invincible!

"But there's always a way to break this kind of cause and effect, right?" Harry had confidence in Cyrus.

Cyrus had used his plan to defeat Voldemort, so what else could he not do? He never thought that Cyrus would go to the Grim Reaper unprepared.

Not to mention, there were two of them! But Ariana wasn't optimistic.

She couldn't say that she had no understanding of Grindelwald at all. As for this man who might have killed her, Ariana understood that beneath his handsome appearance was actually madness and an obsession with Dumbledore.

In fact, the battle situation was not what Harry and the others had imagined.

Cyrus and Grindelwald were struggling at the moment.

The biggest difference between Hercules and Voldemort is that his power far exceeds that of Voldemort.

He has always boasted that he is a god, and with this kind of power in his hands, he is indeed no different from a god!

Helber swirled his wand, and in an instant, the sky and the earth spun, and the sea and the sky seemed to have reversed their directions. The terrible air currents were disrupted by his spell, and the sky collapsed, as if the end of the world! In the raging current, the figures of Cyrus and Grindelwald were as small as ants.

At that moment, all their strength seemed so insignificant in front of Helbo.

They are like two pebbles under a towering mountain.

"You are definitely not my opponent." Haierbo still looked very relaxed.

But in fact, the gap between them is not that huge.

Grindelwald looked at Hercules desperately, then turned to look at Cyrus. Finally, he seemed to have made a decision and came to Cyrus' side.

"I heard from Albus that your soul strength is far beyond that of ordinary people?" he asked.

Cyrus nodded. This was not a secret. The point was -

"What do you want to do?"

"The combined power of the two of us will never be comparable to his," Grindelwald said. He looked miserable at the moment, and the hatred of the Dementors was raging in his body! Those monsters were both terrified and murderous of Herbo, and when they found that Grindelwald could not meet their expectations, they immediately rushed out of his body.

At this moment, Grindelwald's skin seemed to be stuffed with countless rotten insects. His originally shriveled body bulged, and something was wriggling under his skin. They were still corroding Grindelwald's body and spirit, just like filling a wound with salt water, making it unbearable.

But this was not what caused him the most pain.

The most painful thing was that even though Grindelwald was suffering such tremendous pain at this moment, he did not have the strength to defeat Hercule.

There is no way to avenge Dumbledore!

He felt like an incompetent waste who had done nothing well in his entire life.

When he was in school, he was expelled from school despite showing amazing talent. After meeting Dumbledore in Godric's Hollow, he finally met his soul mate. The two broke the worldly prejudice, but because of his stupidity, they turned against each other. When he became an adult, he could have changed the world according to Dumbledore's program, but he was stopped by the person he loved most...

He could not prevent Dumbledore's death, nor did he have the ability to avenge Dumbledore.

However, even in such a life of accomplishment, he understood what was the only thing he could do.

Just like the role he has always played - a cornerstone to help others ascend to the throne!

He grabbed Cyrus' arm, and the huge magic power enveloped the two of them, turning them into a scarlet cocoon between the dark sky and the earth! (End of this chapter)