When the Sorting Hat asked Mason to put his hand into its belly, Mason guessed that this crazy hat, which had witnessed a disaster, was going to give him something.

He reached out and took off the relaxed old hat from his head, and reached into the worn pointed hat as if he was reaching into the stomach of a creature, or like a "black hole" opened by his fingertips.

Mason, who had the characteristic of a mystic and could sense the flow of magic, could clearly feel that a magic similar to "teleportation" was activated in the Sorting Hat.

Then his fingers touched something cold and solid.

Mason grabbed it and pulled it out gently.

In the sentiment of the Sorting Hat, a pure silver sword was completely drawn out.

It had a beautifully decorated hilt with red gems, a classic cross guard, and strange and elegant fairy runes on the shiny sword.

But Mason sighed afterwards.

As he expected.

This sword, like most magical items in this world, was also in a damaged state.

There was a crack in the upper two-thirds of the slender and shiny sword, and the sharp tip of the sword broke off from there, but it was still suspended in front of the broken blade under the action of some kind of magic.

The Sorting Hat next to Mason struggled to break free from the young man's hand and fell on the table, saying in a nostalgic and sad tone:

"Mr. Potter used it to fight that terrifying woman. He tried to protect his school and his home, but the opponent was too powerful. Even my previous owner, the powerful wizard Griffin, left this blade, but it couldn't hurt her.

The blade was broken.

Then I was torn apart too.

When I saw Mr. Potter being torn away by the Black Storm and thrown into the distance, I knew we were finished.

But I also know that Hogwarts will not be left in desolation like this!

We should grasp the courage of Gryffindor, regain the cunning of Slytherin, be patient like Hufflepuff, and be as clever as Ravenclaw.

We should merge the lion, the snake, the badger, and the eagle together to create a monster that belongs to Hogwarts...

Mason Cooper.

You are the avenger we choose!

You will be the doomsday monster we create."

"I thank you for so poetically introducing me to your purpose and what you want me to do, but please forgive me, I don't like being called a 'monster'."

Mason shook his head and examined the damaged Gryffindor sword in front of him.

When his fingers touched it, he could feel a peculiar coldness different from touching steel, as if some kind of power hidden in the sword was being manifested externally.

This was a weapon, although damaged, it still retained most of its power.

Mason looked at its information label:

Gryffindor Sword/Sword of the Lionheart Wizard/Fairy Sword

Quality: Legendary forging/enchantment/inscription item·Perfect craftsmanship

Condition: Damaged·Power loss

Traits: Extraordinary demon-slaying·Repulsion of filth·Magic resistance·Protective blade·Absorption and growth

Weapon effects:

1. Blade of the Lionheart:

Only recognized users can summon the Sword of the Lionheart Wizard. When holding this sword, it can be used to bounce back offensive magic, and even if the blade is not unsheathed, it can give the user high magic resistance....

2. Growth:

Legendary weapons made by fairies are endowed with peculiar power.

When executing enemies with this weapon, the sword will absorb a part of the enemy's power to strengthen itself.

Note:

This weapon is currently in a damaged state, and all previous strengthening effects have dissipated. To make the sword regain its growth effect and prevent power loss, please complete the sword's reshaping or repair.

Perfectly reshaping this weapon requires forging Lv8, enchanting Lv8, and inscription Lv8.

Repairing this weapon requires forging Lv3 [After repair, the quality of the weapon will decrease until it is perfectly reshaped, depending on the skill of the blacksmith.]

Creator: Fairy King Leginac I

Item description: True wizards only need a little bit of Lumos, and the rest of their talents can be focused on charging, armor-breaking, deadly strikes, and killing!

"Its power is declining."

Mason touched the blade and said softly:

"I can't use it to fight, Sorting Hat. You gave me something useless."

"But you can repair it."

The Sorting Hat snorted and said:

"I can directly observe the soul. Mason, the doomsday monster born in the ruins of Hogwarts, you can't fool me. You are a very clever young man with a deep understanding of various manufacturing professions.

Perhaps you are not enough to repair it.

But I believe that in due time..."

"No need to wait, I know a very powerful blacksmith friend."

Mason shook his head and took off the broken blade fragments, put them in his bag, and took out a cursed coin, putting them and the Gryffindor sword in the same box.

Then he twisted the world door while keeping the Sorting Hat on his head.

He said:

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"A high-level magical item like you must be able to change its appearance, right? Dear Sorting Hat, you can't always make me wear such an ugly..."

"Hmm?"

The Sorting Hat, who caught the keyword, hummed unhappily. The outline of the hat on Mason's forehead tightened as if it was going to strangle him if he continued to say unpleasant things.

Mason was so clever that he immediately changed his tone and said:"My point is, with your identity and taste, your self-esteem does not allow you to be seen in such a... hmm, destitute state by others, right?

So, for the sake of your dignity, why don't you cooperate with me and transform into a more suitable appearance?"

"Hmph!"

The Sorting Hat snorted lightly.

As Mason stepped into the portal of the world, the appearance of his gray wizard hat also underwent a magical transformation, as if it had cast a shape-shifting spell on itself.

When Mason returned to the office of the Iceberg Bar in Gotham, he looked up at the dressing mirror. On top of his gray coat and black shirt, there was now a black gentleman's fedora.

It looked very retro, the kind of decoration that a man in his forties would choose.

But wearing it on Mason's tall and handsome head did not feel out of place at all. Instead, it added a mature touch to the young man.

"Not bad, your outstanding taste is just like mine."

Mason looked at himself in the mirror and nodded in satisfaction. He reached up and pressed down the fedora on top of his head, barely covering his line of sight, before twisting the brass doorknob again...

And entered the Caribbean world through the portal.

It was dusk here.

A sea breeze blew on the beach of Turtle Island, causing Mason to breathe a sigh of relief. The Sorting Hat on his head also saw the scenery of another world for the first time in its conscious state.

This crazy hat said in Mason's mind:

"I smell the scent of doomsday. This world will suffer the same fate as ours."

"It's your world, Sorting Hat."

Mason corrected:

"I come from Gotham."

"Oh, really?"

The Sorting Hat let out a meaningful laugh, sounding like an old man who knew everything. It said in a "smiling" tone:

"Do you dare to say again in front of me that you come from Gotham, Mason Cooper? I have already emphasized, young man, I can directly view souls.

Unknown person, lost person, reborn person.

Do you want me to call out your true name?"

Mason's face changed slightly.

He remained silent for a few seconds and said:

"Before, I just had some suspicions, but now I can be sure that you are not the Sorting Hat at all! That thing is just a creation of living magic.

Its fairy thoughts were shattered when it was torn apart.

So, who are you exactly? An ancient ghost who doesn't want to die with its own world?"

"You asked the wrong question, my dear Hogwarts Doomsday Monster."

The Sorting Hat did not deny Mason's inquiry. It said slowly:

"You should ask 'who are we?' And I have already told you the answer. I said we want to merge the lion, snake, badger, and eagle..."

"Ah!"

Mason suddenly realized, he bowed to the empty air in front of him and said:

"So, it's the four legendary wizards. I apologize for my ignorance."

"No, I am not them."

The Sorting Hat said in a dull tone:

"I am just a remnant summoned back from hell by a desperate descendant. I can't even be considered a complete ghost, and I have to rely on others for revenge.

Summon your friend, Mason, our time is running out.

To be precise, your time is running out.

Just now, when you opened this evil door, I sensed a gaze full of magical truth falling on your luxurious house.

You must go back and prepare immediately.

Don't be afraid.

This old man will teach you."

Mason nodded and remained calm.

He had already guessed that there would be some action in the magical circle when Zach summoned him back. Now, it just confirmed his speculation.

He took out the mark of the monstrous octopus used to contact the Flying Dutchman from his pocket and placed it in the seawater beneath his feet. A few minutes later, a strange and colorful sea snake emerged from the water.

It raised its body on the water's surface and tilted its head, staring at Mason with green eyes.

This was the messenger of the Flying Dutchman.

Perhaps Captain Will Turner and his ghost ship were far away from Turtle Island, so this was the only way to respond to Mason's call.

"I need Will to help me repair this sword. I have already put the materials in it."

Mason said to the sea snake...

"Of course, this is not a mandatory transaction, just a request between friends."

The sea snake coiled on the water without any expression.

After about ten seconds, it nodded in a very human-like manner.

Mason placed the box containing the Gryffindor sword and cursed gold coins into the water, and soon a swirling vortex floated on the water's surface, swallowing the box.

The young man said to the sea snake:

"Elizabeth is adapting to her new life in my world. I plan to appoint her to manage my properties, and she will become a respected upper-class person in that city.

As for little Henry, you don't have to worry, Will.

I have arranged his education and found professional educators to teach him. I will do my best to ensure that he has a bright future in my world."

As the messenger of the ghost ship captain, the sea snake nodded and slowly sank into the water. Before it left, it twisted its body in the water to form the symbol "7."

It indicated that Mason should come back in seven days to retrieve the repaired weapon.

Mason didn't know how skilled Will Turner's forging skills were, but they were definitely much stronger than his own. Entrusting the sword to Will was the best choice for now."The sea breeze in this world carries a dangerous aura."

As Mason stood up, the Sorting Hat on his head whispered:

"The people here are performing dangerous summoning rituals.

They are summoning the power of the ocean, a natural deity. It's quite rare to have such symbolic power in this world.

Even if we had that power back then..."

"You would still fail."

Mason shook his head and said:

"The culprit who destroyed your world comes from an organization that can traverse multiple dimensions. I believe they have warriors capable of slaying gods.

So, you've given me quite a terrifying task.

I'm starting to regret it now, Sorting Hat. Unless you can give me something to boost my morale, something that resonates with the souls of the Four Great Wizards, which I assume you possess as well."

"Greedy!"

The Sorting Hat scolded, but then changed its tone and said to Mason:

"But this is indeed a noble quality that a avenger should possess. Of course, I have many things that you can use. You know alchemy, right? Young man, I happen to have something you can use.

Take it.

Take it, and all my treasures will be yours as long as I can witness the blood of betrayal and revenge."

Such generosity made Mason a little uncertain.

After all, Shacon had emphasized the mysterious connection between this hat and Mason. The Sorting Hat itself had said that Mason was their chosen "Beast of Hogwarts' Doomsday."

Under the urging of the Sorting Hat, Mason reached into its "belly" and took out another item.

This time, it was complete!

Well, barely complete.

A golden cup, resembling the legendary "Holy Grail."

The all-gold exterior was adorned with red gemstones, giving it a luxurious appearance. On both sides were two finely crafted golden handles, covered in reliefs from mythical stories...

When Mason held it, an information label immediately popped up:

Helga Hufflepuff's Golden Cup/Endless Cup/Alchemist's Holy Grail

Quality: Legendary Alchemy/Enchantment/Inscription Item · Perfect Craftsmanship

Attributes: Endless Spring · Refining Holy Grail · Universal Potion Cauldron

Item Effects:

1. Alchemical Power:

This golden cup is an alchemical tool crafted by the legendary wizard and alchemist Helga Hufflepuff. It can summon a magical spring rich in elemental powers to replace the purified water needed in alchemy.

When necessary, the Holy Grail can be used directly as a magic crucible. It only needs to activate the inscription on the Holy Grail and does not require flames for perfect heating.

2. Refining Holy Grail:

After pouring potions or raw materials into the Holy Grail and letting it sit for 1 to 12 hours, the quality of the potions or raw materials will increase. [Must be effective in a magical environment and cannot affect potions of epic quality or above]

Creator: Helga Hufflepuff

Item Description: The one that was destroyed by the venomous fangs back then was just a fake. You don't really think Voldemort had the ability to taint the relic of a legendary wizard, do you?

Tip: This item is under magical seal, and all effects will take effect after the seal is lifted.

Mason looked at the Holy Grail in his hand and didn't know what to say for a moment.

But soon, he felt a burning sensation on his fingertips, and then the voice of the Sorting Hat sounded ominously in his ear.

It said:

"Do you want to use it, Mason? Of course you can! I can give it to you, but to unlock the seal I left, it needs to be filled with the blood of a betrayer...

What are you waiting for?

Come on.

Let's find a poor soul and slit his throat.

Just like the old saying of the Muggles, 'an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, blood for blood!'"

Mason remained silent for a few seconds and pursed his lips, saying:

"Mr. Hat, please don't turn yourself into a monster consumed by revenge. Can you find out where those betrayers are?

I can leave now."

"Don't rush, restrain your desires, suppress your killing intent,

Like a hidden sword in its sheath, like minions lurking. I will inform you as soon as they appear."

The Sorting Hat laughed with satisfaction and said:

"We will not only crush them one by one, but also make them live the rest of their shameful lives in fear and anxiety.

I want them to kneel down and repent for their sins, begging for our forgiveness, and we will cruelly reject them!

Until the last culprit faces justice, this hunt will never end.

Beast of Hogwarts, don't be stingy with your teeth. Sharpen them, and don't let them die too easily.

Now, it's time to go back.

That troublesome pursuer is coming... Friendly reminder, he seems to come from hell! That uncomfortable smell of sulfur."

Handsome dog Frank