The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

The January night wind that blew across Godric's Hollow was as mournful as the whimper of a dying leper.

The cold wind passed through the courtyard of Potter's old house and pierced into the living room.

Ah Fu watched hoarfrost spread from the window edge, and an invisible field of extreme cold was approaching. The wolfhound barked in terror.

The potion in the crucible is boiling, and the relief of Celtic mythology engraved on the surface also faintly reveals aura, forming a field of life, resisting the shadow of death, and resisting hoarfrost three feet away, forming a clear boundary line , Linde is standing at this end of the line.

There is a long-standing story in the wizarding world called the legend of the three brothers. It tells the story of three wizard brothers who used magic to conjure a bridge when they walked to the edge of a raging river, allowing them to cross safely. The god of death was very angry about this, and felt that he had lost three sacrifices. He pretended to congratulate the three brothers for conquering death and asked them to choose an item as a reward, which also produced the famous Deathly Hallows.

No wizard believes in the existence of such a remarkable entity until he witnesses Death himself.

Even Voldemort, who conquered death by creating horcruxes, but never thought he would face death, thought the legend of the three brothers was just a boring story to put the little wizard to sleep.

This was not the first time Linde had dealt with the Grim Reaper. When he revived Lily, the Grim Reaper just stood on the bank of the River Styx and watched the scene. When Jaime was resurrected, the god of death tried to hook the dead soul away with a scythe. Now for the third time Lind trampled on holy death with the Ritual of Resurrection.

The god of death couldn't hold back anymore.

The last time he was so overwhelmed was when Ms. Moon Shadow unscrupulously resurrected the dead.

But those who have been resurrected are all recent dead, and their souls have not drifted away, so the god of death can deliberately ignore them.

But at one time and another, the Potters and the British wizard were killed by the Killing Curse, and their souls had dissipated—entered the Void of the Dead, the eternal and quiet world of Death, with a boundless river of blood flowing, A plain full of asphodels.

Ghosts will enter the kingdom of the underworld after death, where they will have no memory, and there is no difference between a moment and ten thousand years.

Linde used the resurrection stone to summon back these souls that should have been completely dissipated. Death is very stingy with his sacrifices, just like the goblins of Gringotts are reluctant to part with any copper coins in the vault.

Having been stolen three times in a row, God of Death must seek an explanation from Linde.

Compared with Marvel's Goddess of Death, the God of Death in front of him is much duller and duller. He doesn't have too many personal emotions and strong desires. He just follows the great rules of eternal operation in the universe-mortals are mortal.

Returning from the dead is a great adventure, a feat few souls can accomplish. The three people who were resurrected by Linde obviously did not meet the standards.

Linde's approach is so straightforward and rude. If the timeline is modified, then the god of death will not be able to interfere. He is only a projection that symbolizes the concept of extinction in the soul of the universe, and cannot transcend time.

The dog barking stopped, the atmosphere was quiet, the moonlight was like flowing mercury, and the voice of Death floated out from under the hood, like the voices of thousands of men, women and children overlapping together to form a turbid and sad tone.

"Wizard, why did you resurrect these mortals?"

"Reviving Lily Evans and James Potter is for a good show. Reviving this innocent Mr. Pearlman is because I blame him for his death. He shouldn't have died, but I didn't Warn Ah Fu in time, let his accomplices brew this murder."

Linde stood in front of the cauldron, blocking the eyes of the god of death. Behind him, the resurrected ordinary wizard poked his head out of the edge of the cauldron tremblingly. When he saw the black cloak in the courtyard, he immediately retracted into the water in fright, gurgling and bubbling.

"Do you want to prove your kindness?" The tone of the God of Death is almost sarcastic, "Then why don't you show mercy and resurrect the dead all over the world? Human beings, livestock, birds and beasts, insects and ants, take them all from death Come out and make the world lively."

Lin De looked at the God of Death calmly, and Ah Fu barked at the God of Death in a doggy manner, fully interpreting the meaning of the dog's power. fight.

"I could kill you, it's a lot of trouble. But you know I can do it."

The Lord of the Tower speaks very softly. He said, "I could kill you, and then no one would die in the world... that's kind of an interesting idea, isn't it?"

The god of death was almost enraged, and the robe, which was deeper than the purple night sky, suddenly opened. Both Linde and Ah Fu saw that there were countless dead arms under the robe, like a grassland of corpses. For a split second, they all thought of Dementors.

The hoarfrost spreading on the floor was getting closer, Ah Fu frowned, and shielded Lin De in front of him.

Sure enough, Bai Shuang stopped in front of the toes of the High Tower King. The sadness revealed in it made Pillman, who was hiding in the cauldron, cry loudly, and he screamed, as if he had seen the saddest scene.

Linde stretched out his finger and pointed at the ground. The hoarfrost quickly dissipated and completely retreated without leaving any traces.

He raised his head slightly, looked down at the god of death, as if asking silently: What other moves do you have?

After all, the god of death relented, and he persuaded: "You should understand that death has never been a curse, but mortals often associate it with the fear of darkness. It is a festival, destined to come, it is a piece of advice , to persuade mortals to cherish time. Isn’t it cruel that you resurrected the dead and deprived them of their rest?”

Linde turned his head and asked Pillman: "Hey, sir, did you hear what Death said? He wants to know if you are willing to be deprived of the right to rest in peace."

"I am willing! Who wants to die if they can live!" Pillman yelled.

"You heard me, he wants to live. These dead people are not ready to accept rest, they will not rest in peace."

The god of death sighed helplessly: "But he didn't say that in the field of Afuhua. He felt that he was very happy. He didn't have the pain that life brought him, the sorrow that couldn't be relieved without alcohol, and no tears. Unfortunately, the dead have no memory... …Sorcerer, you have conquered death, three times, means three gifts."

"Tell me, what do you want." Linde replied without thinking.

The god of death was choked into silence for a moment, and then said weakly: "I gave you three gifts."

"You can't give me anything, little god, even your existence itself has no mystery in my opinion. I know that you are the aggregation of all sentient beings' thoughts, and a silhouette of the soul of the universe. If I want, I can create another one." For an incarnation of death at the same level as you, the process is not complicated. I happened to run a tavern before, and the owner of the tavern, Mr. Hunton, is a dedicated and responsible person, so he probably wouldn’t mind taking over your position.”

The god of death suddenly floated up into the moon sky, like a huge crow, and disappeared at the end of the night.

Ah Fu sticks out his tongue to dissipate heat, and the revived Pillman also heaves a sigh of relief, wiping his cold sweat again and again.

"Mr. Pillman?" Linde turned around and greeted.

"Yes!" Pillman replied excitedly.

"Don't be nervous, you also graduated from Hogwarts?"

"Yes, Hufflepuff."

"I'm Gryffindor, seventh year."

Pillman looked at Linde in horror and longing, and asked in puzzlement, "Are all the current students as good as you?"

"I'm a transfer student." Linde blinked.

"Well, you've had enough scares tonight, Mr. Pearlman, and when you wake up tomorrow, you can enjoy the sunshine in your London flat, have a drink at the Leaky Cauldron, and return to your Muggle work." post, just pretend it never happened, okay?"

Lin Dewen comforted the innocent wizard, and the unknown guy who encountered a miracle in his middle age nodded repeatedly.

"Now, close your eyes."

Pillman obeyed, and his body disappeared into the cauldron, teleporting to the bed in the bedroom of the London apartment.

After solving this trivial matter, Linde finally set his sights on Ah Fu.

The wolfhound's eyes were always burning with hatred and malice, but at the same time groveling in incomparable fear, it whined at Linde flatteringly.

"You are drifting away, Ah Fu." The transfer student said quietly, "How can I make you remember better?"

Linde leaves with the howling wolfhound.

Before the sun rose, a dark and furtive figure returned from the sky to Potter's old house. The Grim Reaper slammed the cauldron viciously, leaving deep cracks on its surface, and then quickly disappeared without a trace.