The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

A Dumbledore dinner is as intimate as a family reunion.

During the banquet, the old wizard toasted frequently, and Sirius was probably the first to get drunk. He lay on the table, gritted his teeth, and cried bitterly.

Lupine and James had to babysit the emotional drunk before he drowned in borscht.

"James, Lily, wait for me...wait for me...take you home..."

James and Lily looked helpless, both feeling funny and feeling sorry for their old friends.

The living look forward to the dead, and the dead worry about the living.

After dinner.

Lupine and James sent Sirius to the guest room on the second floor to rest, and the brothers stayed there to look after their friends. Lily said hello and went to the street. She accompanied Grindelwald to send the old witch Bathilda home.

Dumbledore was also drunk, trying to pull Linde to talk.

The old professor's palms were like two balls of heavy cotton, warm. Linde's grandfather in his previous life would also hold his palm with both hands and read about the past. Now that I think about it, it is already a story that is far away from time and space, so far away that I can’t even remember my grandfather’s name and appearance, only a little bit of habitual movements are left.

"Lin, you're graduating soon. Do you want to stay? Be a professor for three years first, then dean for three years, and then I will abdicate. How about you becoming the principal?" Dumbledore may have said drunken words , but the eyes are bright.

"No, professor, I won't be a good administrator. The last guy who has my ability and likes to get involved in managing the world is called Jehovah. His stories are all recorded in a booklet called "Old Testament" .You probably wouldn't like to see a flood scene."

Dumbledore smiled like Santa Claus.

"Well, you've always been very convincing. But, Lin, you have to remember that Hogwarts has always reserved your place, like home, and maybe you'll need it one day...this is a matter of experience.

"To me, Hogwarts isn't just a wizarding school. I'm sitting in that lofty headmaster's office, busy with work, busy wrangling with Ministry of Magic idiots, and I find myself a lot of things to do, so Letting myself forget about this house is like finding a reason not to come back here."

"Professor, we have repaired this house. The living room, furniture, and of course the bedrooms, your bedroom, your family's bedroom, are all ready to welcome their old friends." Linde relieved.

"Soon, your sister Ariana will be back. Although she has two older brothers who are old enough to be great-grandfathers, a whole new life awaits her, isn't it? Her older brother is no longer cynical and neglectful of the family, but She is the greatest wizard of the twentieth century, with your help, she will find the missing puzzle pieces in her life, take risks, make friends, love, and endure the long pains and joys of life itself."

"I know that the great significance of resurrecting the dead is often not on the resurrected people, but that we suffering living people can finally breathe a sigh of relief, finally."

Dumbledore closed his eyes tightly, and muddy tears flowed from the inner corners of his eyes, across his old cheeks, and dripped onto his white bosom.

"There are a lot of people crying today." Linde teased, "Should I cry too? Or forget it, I'm not an acting school."

"Lin, you don't need to cry, I wish you a bright smile forever." Dumbledore said softly.

Linde froze for a moment, the old wizard opened his eyes as clear as the sky after the rain.

"Thank you, Professor."

...

Lily came out of Bathilda's house alone. The street lights were sparse and the world was dark at night. She went to the tavern, but she didn't see Snape. The boss said that the man had left for a while.

There was less than half an hour left until nine o'clock in the evening. She used to be a frequent visitor to this bar. After thirteen years, many furnishings have changed, and even the owner has changed.

"Where's old McCall?"

"You know my uncle? He passed away five years ago." McCall shrugged. "You look quite unfamiliar. Are you the group who came to lay flowers at the war memorial? It's rare, there are not many people in this village." visitor."

"I've been here before, more than ten years ago. It was your uncle standing behind the counter."

"Ha, you're kidding. Minors can't come here."

Lily smiled and said nothing. Thirteen years seemed to be just an ordinary afternoon, scratching the scalp with a magic wand, and passed in a trance. There are no traces left, and the world becomes as good as new.

She walked out of the bar dispirited.

While wandering around the village, Lily was restless, but she didn't know why. Occasionally, she saw a familiar figure stopping in front of the monument, and she took the initiative to lean over it.

"Hey, Snape."

Living up to his nickname, the old bat had none of the acuity of a nocturnal animal. He was startled by the witch who jumped out behind him.

"Scary! Ivana Collins, what are you doing?! You, this...don't do this in the future, do you hear me?"

"Pfft."

The wider Lily smiled, the darker Snape's face darkened.

The wand in the witch's hand emitted light, illuminating the flowers in front of the memorial statue, and the bunch of asphodels that Snape put down was still so dry, it looked very pitiful.

"When I was making the water of life and death, I bought a lot of asphodels." Lily teased, "Could it be that I wanted to bring a bunch of flowers on the spur of the moment, and I didn't know what to choose, so I grabbed them in the storage cabinet. Here comes one. Wouldn't it be a little too dishonest?"

Snape hated this female teaching assistant, her temper was like a flickering flame, causing animals hiding in the shadows to be dazzled by her brilliance.

"This has nothing to do with you."

"You forgot that I am your teaching assistant. In fact, I can help you deal with many troublesome things in life. For example, choose the right bouquet for you."

"You've helped enough. Collins, now go wherever you like."

"Snape." Lily still did not give up, "You have something to hide from me."

The Potions professor asked in surprise, "Is our relationship good enough to be honest with each other?"

"I'm just... you know, now we've all made the resurrection potion. You can go back to class later, and I'm leaving."

"Really?" Snape said to himself, "The bastard is leaving, I'll have to pretend to stay."

His eyebrows were drawn down, but the corners of his mouth were still curled up slyly in an expression that was more comic than sad.

Lily laughed so hard that the residents of Godric's Hollow had to wear hearing aids for the rest of their lives.

"Huh, I thought you had no such thing as a sense of humor. Everyone said your heart was dead."

Snape suddenly put away his expression. For some reason, he always broke the defense in front of Ivana Collins.

"It's time for us to gather. The Muggles have already rested, dig out the grave, collect the materials, and then go back to prepare." The old bat said in an orderly manner, "I hope the broken cauldron repaired by those three fools will work , in short, the resurrection potion is perfect, do you have any extra Felicia you made before Christmas? Everyone can drink a little..."

"Snape," Lily interrupted him.

"What?"

"You also have people who want to be resurrected, right?"

"I told you it's none of your business."

"That's what it means to be right. Who is that person?"

"Shut up."

"The mysterious man? Oh, judging by your expression, it's not him."

"Shut up!"

Lily pointed to the stone statue of Lily.

Snape held his breath unconsciously, his eyes became dangerous, like an enraged snake.

The witch's eyes stopped on the stone, and she smiled and said, "What a statue."

"..."

The old bat fled, panicking as if he had lost the battle.

Lily looked back at Snape's back, then looked up at the starry sky, there was no moon tonight, and the stars were shining brightly.

She murmured: "So you were always doing it for me...You are such a hopeless fool." (End of this chapter)