Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

On the rushing black river, a small boat slowly drifted towards the other side of the river under the control of a man in black robe.

Iger and Harry lay curiously beside the boat, looking at the rolling black river below.

"Why is there no sun in this world?" Iger looked curiously at the punter.

"You don't know anything?" The boatman looked at Iger.

"I really don't know anything." Iger nodded: "I grew up in the human world."

The punter was startled, and shook his head helplessly: "It's so strange..."

"You haven't answered my question yet." Iger tilted his head.

"The underworld is not a real world." The voice of the punter was flat: "The dead will eventually be reincarnated as a new life. This place is just a layer between hell and the world. Naturally, there is no sun."

"What's in the sky that day?" Iger looked eager to learn and explore.

"The Wall of Sighs." The punter put it succinctly.

"The Wall of Sighs?" Harry was suddenly surprised, he turned to look at Iger: "Is that Iger you summoned?"

"What I summoned should be just a projection..." Iger shook his head: "Wait a minute, the wall that separates the Pure Land of Elysium and the Underworld in Greek mythology is called the Wall of Sighs. It is said that it was made by the three voices of Besephone It is composed of sighs. It means that the soul in the underworld sees that the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss is about to come, but is blocked, and sighs for it."

"So...does this mean that there is still Pure Land of Bliss?" Iger looked at the punter curiously.

"You have lived in the world for so many years, if there is a pure land in the world, where do you think it would be?" The gaze under the hood of the punter glanced at the two of them amusedly.

"It should be...at home..." Iger thought for a while.

"Yes, what is blocked by that wall is the pure land in your heart." The voice of the punter was flat.

"What about you? You ferry here, don't you need to be reincarnated?" Harry looked at the punter suspiciously.

"Who says I'm human?" The figure shook his head.

"Uh... sorry..." Harry muttered apologetically.

"If we want to go back to the shore just now, can you take us back?" Iger looked curiously at the ferryman in front of him.

The ferryman hesitated for a moment, then looked at Iger: "You can."

As he spoke, he pointed to Harry again: "He can't."

"Why?" Harry panicked.

"This is the rule of the underworld." The punter said flatly.

"But why can Iger?" Harry yelled angrily.

"Even if he doesn't go to hell, the underworld can't take him in." The boatman said, "the devil can't really die, so he can't stay in the underworld. He can go anywhere except the underworld. It has nothing to do with us." Big, only the underworld, no way."

"But...why?" Harry was still puzzled.

"Because the devil can suck human souls... right?" Iger sat on the side of the boat and smiled softly.

"What?" Harry looked at Iger suspiciously, and then his face gradually became stiff: "Wait, what you said is true?"

Iger nodded: "Sucking souls can make me stronger quickly, so the underworld where souls gather should be regarded as a dining table for me..."

"So you are so strong because...?" Harry looked at Iger blankly.

"What are you thinking about?" Iger laughed suddenly: "I am strong is my own problem, what does it have to do with other people's souls."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, but luckily it wasn't what he thought.

"What's in hell?" Iger looked at the punter.

"It's a real world, with luxurious castles, strange forests, charming mountains and rivers, and incomparably magnificent scenery." The punter paused: "There are countless sinful souls enslaved by the devils for their own lives. sin atones for."

"Castle? Mountains and rivers?" Harry said in surprise, "I thought hell should be a burning army of demons, endless magma and lifeless land..."

"It's strange... Do you like to enjoy it?" The punter gave Harry a strange look.

"Of course, no one doesn't like it." Harry nodded.

"Yes, weak humans know how to enjoy, don't powerful devils understand this truth?" The punter shook his head amusedly.

Harry was a little annoyed, the punter's tone made him feel slighted.

"The human race also has many powerful wizards." Harry said dryly, but he glanced at Iger, and he always felt that his words were a little lacking in confidence.

"The devil is a unique existence. I think as a person who walks with him, you should know how powerful the one next to you is, right?" The punter laughed in a deep voice.

"You're right..." Harry sighed.

"But what if I tell you that he's just a baby devil?" The boatman opened his mouth slowly, and said something that made Harry even more desperate.

"Is it so exaggerated?" Iger also seemed surprised: "What kind of existence is there in hell?"

The boatman didn't answer Iger's words, but just looked at Harry: "I think you should have experienced it. If the spellcasting of wizards is a way to temporarily block the rules, then the spellcasting of devils is to create rules."

"What rules?" Harry asked.

"The rules of the world." The boatman said: "It's not that he changed the rules of the whole world, but that he can directly make the rules serve him, or create a rule of his own."

"It sounds terrible, but why did you let him aboard?" Harry asked a little.

"I'm sure I can't stop him." The punter said flatly.

Harry: "..."

Sounds so reasonable...

"What is it like in the world of the dead?" Iger asked.

"An ordinary life." The punter thought for a while: "If any soul truly has nothing to worry about and accepts this life from the bottom of his heart, then he will disappear from this world."

"So there aren't many people in the world of the dead?" Harry asked anxiously, he was very worried that his parents had disappeared.

"No, there are a lot of people in the world of the dead, and not everyone can let go of their past so easily." The boatman shook his head: "Basically, the number of new souls arriving every day in the world of the dead is equal to the number of souls disappearing every day. , not too much difference."

"last question!"

In the distance, Iger could already see the other side of the river. He turned his head to look at the boatman: "How many devils are there in hell?"

The boatman was silent for a long time, and then he said slowly: "For people like you, no more than a hundred."

"What do you mean?" Iger was a little confused.

The punter hesitated for a moment, and then slowly stretched out his hand—it was a pair of big hands covered with long brown hair, and gently lifted the cloak hat on his body, and in the next second, a horse face appeared in front of Iger .

"What the f**k!" Harry almost screamed, covering his mouth quickly.

This is a real horse face, but the body doesn't look much different from that of a human.

There is a horn growing in the center of the forehead of the horse face, and the horn is curved and spreads to the back of the head, and his eyes are red.

"Who... are you?" Iger opened his mouth wide, looking at the figure in front of him in surprise.

"You can understand me as the most common law enforcer or guardian in the underworld." The horse-faced boatman said softly: "And I was born in hell."