The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

The ghost of Helena Ravenclaw was invited to the second floor of the White Tower by the professors, but she, who was regarded as the savior, frowned and expressed her dislike for this spherical brain nerve host.

"It looks disgusting!" Helena made a gesture of retching.

The professors tried their best to persuade them, especially McGonagall and James, who had devoted countless efforts to engraving their brains.

"But it's beautiful! Look at the glassy meninges, at the criss-crossing neural network, those connection points are like countless stars in the pale sky, it's simply a work of art!"

James praised in an exaggerated tone, his description is actually not bad at all, the mastermind of the gods is indeed very beautiful in the human aesthetic system. There is no stickiness and bloodiness of biological tissue at all, on the contrary, it has the texture of stone carving and oil painting. It is suspended in the crystal-clear culture pool, like a big celestial sphere wrapped in nebula, with ever-changing colors.

Professor McGonagall looked at the mastermind in the training pool, his eyes were full of pride, "It is the best work."

Ms. Helena still shook her head, "Can't you see the long hairs it sticks out?"

"Is there such a thing?" The living people all expressed doubts.

Linde explained: "The innate spiritual power of the god's brain will radiate unconsciously, which cannot be discerned by the naked eye, but ghosts can see it. Probably in the eyes of Ms. Ravenclaw, the appearance of this master brain is a long A frightening orb full of translucent hair that keeps dancing."

Dumbledore explained the purpose of the master brain to Ms. Helena, "This is a research that can change the magic world. Its appearance is as important to Hogwarts as the moment it was born. And this honor is far from I don't want your help."

Helena cheered up immediately after hearing this, but still asked cunningly and suspiciously: "Is what you said true? Could it be an honor comparable to the four founders?"

"What's more!" Dumbledore smiled more kindly than the salesman, "No single founder can match this feat. All future Hogwarts students will praise you, and history will remember you To your credit."

If it was the proud and lonely Helena who had already tasted the pain of chasing fame and fortune, she would not be interested in it. It just so happens that she is now back to her youthful state. Helena Ravenclaw at this age is a paranoid character who would steal her mother's crown for honor and run away from home for many years.

"Then I'll try." Ms. Helena was moved.

Dumbledore gave Snape a wink, he understood, poured a crucible next to the cultivation pool into the culture solution, which contained the mixed potion of life and death water, enhancer, euphoria and moderator, which can It is called dream potion, and if a normal person drinks a drop, he will immediately fall into a baby-like sleep.

After the mastermind of the gods came into contact with the potion, the flickering and flowing light on the neural network suddenly dimmed.

"Okay." Grindelwald saw regular fluctuations in the neural activity of the main brain from the voyeur, and knew that it had fallen into a dream.

Everyone looked expectantly at Helena, but this young ghost began to retreat.

"I-I'm still scared."

Linde comforted softly: "Don't worry, no matter what happens, I will make sure you are safe and sound."

Helena stared deeply into Linde's eyes, and could not see any trace of lies in the wizard's eyes. So she suppressed her disgust and fear, and reached out to touch the brain of the god.

When it came into contact with the crystal clear meninges, the ghost's body turned into flowing water and penetrated quickly. She only had time to let out a scream, and then completely disappeared.

Everyone was obviously shocked by Helena's reaction.

"Lin, will something happen to her?" James hurriedly asked, and the others also looked at Linde.

"Have any of you tried to enter the dream of the main brain?" Linde looked around at everyone.

Dumbledore nodded and said: "I tried. The experience was very bad, I felt like I was thrown out of the world, struggling in the boundless darkness, all my thoughts and memories were like stones dropped into a deep well , There was no response. I kept casting the Dementia Curse, and every time I created a little light, I was immediately swallowed up by darkness, and I couldn't complete the initial stage of the third step until I was awakened by Professor Geller."

Lind knows this well.

"That was the night of the world. All concepts have not yet been born, and even time and space do not exist. You are only consciously entering the dream, and there are certain risks. Ms. Ravenclaw enters the soul. If she cannot maintain herself, she will be killed. The main brain devours."

Linde once incarnated the soul of the Dao of Heaven and entered the gap between the reincarnation of the universe. That is when the old world has died and the new world has not yet been born. Matter has not appeared, history has no movement, and all concepts have not been born.

If it wasn't for the ascending orcs to wake him up, Linde would really have died. Even so, Linde's process of finding himself is quite long.

The dream of the mastermind of the gods is also nothingness. If any soul body enters it, if it does not have a strong enough self-awareness, it will get lost in it, and even be "digested" in the end.

The reflection of self-knowledge on the soul is the thought body. If the dream of the master brain is the sea, then the thought body is the ship. If the shell of the soul is strong enough, it can withstand the waves of thinking strings, and vice versa. When the mud bodhisattva crosses the river, he cannot protect himself.

If you want to increase the strength of your thought body, the easiest way is to become famous like Lockhart, and rely on the thoughts of all sentient beings to bless your body.

The rest of the methods are very difficult, and the most painful method is self-cultivation, through merciless self-criticism, experiencing the test of the melting pot of worldly affairs, and shaping a body of thoughts as hard as iron.

Among all the wizards present, Linde's thought body is the most stable, so stable that he has formed a material entity such as a self-gem. After all, he has already completed the road to godhood and absorbed the souls of all life in the Marvel universe. Mortals cannot compare with him .

Helena's mind body strength is actually not as strong as that of Dumbledore. After all, Dumbledore is the greatest wizard of the 20th century. He is still very famous in the magic world, and he has experienced many things. , and his own self-awareness is also very strong, which belongs to both internal and external cultivation.

But Helena's unique advantage is that the blood man Barrow's obsession is repairing her thought body at any time. Because of this, she has the hope of maintaining herself in the dream of the gods.

If Helena is not assimilated by the main brain, then she can control the main brain in turn.

As long as she can control the main brain, it is equivalent to building a safe haven on the sea. After the consciousness of other wizards sneaks into the dream, there will be a place to stay, and soul programming can be carried out smoothly.

The professors on the second floor of the White Tower stared at the training pool, but no one spoke for a while. Everyone was in awe of Lady Helena.

Grindelwald stared at the snooping device closely. The neural activity of the main brain was like a recurring gentle tide. He could not see the influence exerted by Helena. There was no unusual crest signal in this wave.

As time passed, everyone's expressions became more and more anxious. Dumbledore sat leaning against the workbench where the potion was being boiled, his face unable to hide his fatigue. Professor McGonagall stood by the pool like a green pine. Flitwick clutched a checkered handkerchief and paced back and forth. Professor Sprout inspected the herbal ingredients, counting several bundles of peppermint for euphoria. Hagrid was wiping away his sweat with a dirty handkerchief that could serve as a tablecloth, and he was already out of breath, as if it was a scorching heat.

James noticed that Snape was still flipping through his Wizard's Guide, admiring and annoyed at his calmness. He walked over and glanced at the pages of the book in Snape's hand. There were dense contents on it, and there was an illustration of a large cauldron.

He looked familiar with the cauldron, especially the image of a hooded skeleton standing next to the cauldron, which reminded James of the god of death he saw when he was resurrected.

"What are you looking at?"

Snape seemed to have been stung on his finger by a poisonous insect, and he closed the pages abruptly, saying disgustedly: "Peeking is not a good habit, Mr. Huck, I hope this is the last time."

"I'm just envious that you have such a precious book as the "Guide." James said sincerely, "But I noticed that you seem to be studying rituals related to death?"

"It's none of your business."

James wanted to ask the old bat why he wanted to study the resurrection ceremony, when Grindelwald suddenly shouted: "There is a response!"

Everyone quickly gathered around the spying device, and a central point that seemed to be a pulse appeared in the depths of the neural network. Circles of pulse signals spread like water waves, showing a faint vitality.

"Successful?" Dumbledore asked excitedly.

"Not yet. Now it's like setting up a raft on the sea, just to stand firm, our purpose is to build an island." Linde said, "We have to go in and help, Ms. Ravenclaw can do it This step is already very remarkable, without the help of external forces, it may be difficult to maintain sobriety."