Unexpectedly, this single-mindedness turned into a dead end.
To know what to sacrifice to get the Death God to answer questions, you must first make the Death God answer their questions.
It's a closed loop.
"What do we do now?" Harry asked quietly.
"I don't know either..." Vivi replied softly.
"How about..."
Harry glanced at Lady Death, then looked at Vivi, "Buy her another McDonald's? Oh, or maybe try Burger King, I think that's good too."
"But she already had a meal, Harry." Vivi whispered, "If we want to try that method, we'll have to wait until tomorrow morning..."
The two of them were whispering, while the Death God was calmly watching them, saying nothing.
"I still think it would be better to find a couple of Death Eaters from Azkaban to kill." Cassandra eagerly suggested, targeting Bellatrix Lestrange, whom she knew to be the notorious Death Eater who tainted the Malfoy family.
Of course, that's at least what Lucius told her, and to give her handsome grandnephew a bit of face, Cassandra chose to believe him.
"Those people's souls are filthy, I suggest we forget it." Newt rejected, "Like Lady Death said before, she's actually not interested in human souls..."
"Then what should we do?" Cassandra retorted, "I still think it's better to go to Azkaban and catch a few wicked Death Eaters."
"Given the circumstances, we might as well wait until tomorrow." Harry whispered, "Vivi, you'll have to trouble yourself to go to McDonald's again for breakfast tomorrow morning."
"I don't think we can wait that long, do you?" Vivi said softly, pressing Harry twice in succession, "Stay here and wait, I'll go out first and think of a way..."
Harry also thought Vivi might have a way, feeling a bit reassured, he continued to look up at the Death God.
To be honest, Lady Death wasn't as Harry imagined, not a murder enthusiast who takes pleasure in death, but rather a kindly, amiable old woman.
Just… not that easy to talk to.
However, having principles for a deity doesn't seem like an unexpected character setting.
"If you're not in a hurry to return to Hell, ma'am..." Dumbledore extended an invitation, "Perhaps you could temporarily stay at Hogwarts, as there's nowhere else really worth going."
Upon hearing Dumbledore's words, Newt, Harry, Cassandra, and Mr. Leme all turned their heads in disbelief to look at Dumbledore.
Seriously, why do you bring everything to Hogwarts?
Do you think Hogwarts is some kind of asylum?
But, that's just in their minds; they'd never dare say it aloud.
"Unfortunately, contrary to your imagination," Lady Death spoke gracefully and softly, "I'm not in Hell, and the summoning ritual you performed is permanent, the world of the living is so appealing, I'm not eager to return to where I came from. If you can provide accommodations, that would indeed be great."
A hint of cunning flashed in Dumbledore's eyes.
He was pretending to bring people to Hogwarts just as an excuse to ask his question.
Such a cheat move.
But at least he's gained two pieces of information: one, the Death God is not in Hell, and two, the summoning is permanent.
"Your wand," Death God spoke again, "The Elder Wand, right?"
Dumbledore drew the wand from his cloak without hesitation and handed it to the Death God.
"Yes, ma'am, this is one of the legendary Deathly Hallows, the Elder Wand."
Unexpectedly, the Death God did not take the wand, but instead smiled.
"I've also heard that rumor, collect all three Deathly Hallows to become the master of Death—and there's also a rumor that I personally made these three items." The Death God chuckled, "But that's just a fabrication by the Peverell Brothers, a vain attempt to glorify their alchemy items."
"I see." Dumbledore comprehendingly nodded.
"However, the Resurrection Stone is indeed a good alchemy item, at least it can summon the 'spirit' of the deceased," the Death God leisurely remarked, "But I must remind you, that's not a true soul, but the person in your memory."
"The person in memory?" Dumbledore repeated.
"Yes," the Death God nodded, "Considering you, I can answer one of your questions—"
As she finished speaking, Vivi stepped in from outside, with Gellert trailing behind her.
"Lady," Vivi pulled Gellert by the collar with one hand, smiling at the Death God, "I've brought you a sacrifice..."
"Oh, dear, sister," Gellert said sarcastically, "This really saddens me, you yanked your poor brother up in the middle of the night just to serve as a sacrifice to the Death God?"
Unexpectedly, Vivi snickered.
"You rascal who stole from my vault, staying in this world will only make bread more expensive!"
"Alright, Vivi," Harry stepped forward to stop Vivi, "You can't seriously make Gellert a sacrifice, can you? After all, he is your brother..."
"Hehe..." Vivi glanced at Harry and sat down beside him, "I never thought you'd get along with him so well—Saint Potter..."
Cassandra's face suddenly darkened on the other side.