The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Dumbledore built an obsidian stepped altar on the second floor of the White Tower.

He will use the power of the altar to call upon the souls of the dead.

On the other side, James checked the magic cauldron for the last time, holding a magnifying glass to stare at the subtle repair marks on the surface of the cauldron. He didn't know that he had kept this action for more than half a minute, and ignored Sirius' cry.

"Jim, did you find the problem? Hey, Jim, Jim? Are you listening?"

The face of Sirius suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. After months of recuperation, the prisoner of Azkaban had a little more flesh on his face, but he was still worryingly thin, with high cheekbones showing under his sallow skin, as if his The skull needs to come out to get some air.

James was startled by Sirius' face, and a vague image flashed through his mind-a cloaked skeleton standing by the river holding a scythe.

"You scare me, man, you should eat more, look at you, thin as a bone."

"You don't need to tell me. I don't care about that. Did you find anything wrong? I'm really worried that it suddenly broke."

"It's still qualified, but its structure is flawed... You know better than me, as long as you don't use external force to smash it, this crucible can always play its due role."

"That's good. Let's revive Miss Arianna first, then James, and finally Lily. I hope this cauldron can last until the end."

James opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

Lupine lightly stroked the skinny palm print on the surface of the crucible, and muttered to himself, "Speaking of which, how did this crucible get damaged? It's like someone hit it, who can have such power? Could it be a giant monster?" ?”

"I don't know." There was fear in James' tone that he didn't realize. "No matter what it is, it must be quite powerful."

At the pharmaceutical workbench in the corner, Snape stood securely at first, but as the final preparations for the ceremony drew to a close, he began to pace restlessly up and down, glancing at the cauldron from time to time with a cold peripheral glance.

"Those three idiots, I hope their repair work is not just taking some clay and pasting the seams..."

"Snape, can you stop being so nervous? You're making me a little nervous too."

Lily sat at the workbench and yawned, raised her hand and gently rubbed her earlobe, her eyes were not only tired from insomnia, but also disturbed.

The old bat snorted, coughed twice, and then said loudly, "I hope everyone hasn't forgotten to drink Felicia."

"Of course, of course."

Convinced that he had received an affirmative answer, Snape breathed a sigh of relief. Sweat broke out on his brow, and his breathing was short of breath.

"Snape, we all know that Felix Felicia cannot change fate."

"So what's the matter?"

"I want to say that you don't need to be so worried. We have made all the preparations. What should happen will happen, and it has even happened. Looking for luck is always looking for psychological comfort."

Her words seemed to have some magical power, and Snape, who had been restless and confused for two consecutive days, finally calmed down.

The old bat was probably sick, and he wobbled at the table, resting his head on his hands, burying his face in the shadows, not daring to look up.

Lily leaned close to his side, the scent of the witch's shampoo had the smell of sunshine and soap locust, and her soft voice of reassurance seemed to be right next to his ears, like a warm wind.

"She'll be back."

"I know I know."

"Snape, have you thought about how to face her?"

"..." The potions professor couldn't say anything, he seemed to have a lump in his throat, and kept coughing softly.

"Come on, Snape. I really hope you get out."

"Whose stand are you standing in to say these hypocritical comforting words to me?" Snape's words were sarcasm, as sharp as his self-created Shadowless Curse, which instantly made Lily's heart bleed like a fountain.

She lowered her voice and said excitedly: "That Lily, she has a husband and a child. You may not even get a word of thanks for everything you have done for her. Even so, don't you regret it?"

Snape raised his head slightly, his snake-like eyes rose from under the arch bridge built with his hands, like two cold moons.

Lily stared at him steadfastly.

Her words are more like sharp knives, killing people requires blood, and saving people requires complete rescue.

"Don't you hate James Potter the most? You made the resurrection medicine to help your enemy. Even so, are you still willing?"

"Enough." Snape said through his teeth.

Lily looked into his eyes full of grief and anger, and suddenly her heart softened. She pleaded: "Snape, you have not sorry Lily, don't let these things change you, don't let yourself fall into pain, okay?"

"You don't know what happened."

"I really don't know, because you never want to tell me."

"It's none of your business. Don't ask any more." Snape closed his eyes. "It's all my fault, and I deserve it. I don't need her thanks...I just want her to live."

Lily turned her head away, without looking at Snape, she said calmly, "The ceremony is about to begin, I'll take the medicine."

The witch picked up a finger-sized glass bottle on the table, which contained half a tube of scarlet liquid. This was the great work beyond the Philosopher's Stone, the resurrection potion.

Lily walked to the cauldron and exchanged glances with James.

He was slightly surprised because Lily's eyes were moist.

Lily climbed the wooden ladder to the edge of the large cauldron, uncorked the bottle, and poured the potion.

It was clearly just a tiny glass bottle, but the liquid medicine poured out seemed to flow continuously, like a red river.

Until the two-thirds of the crucible was filled, the resurrection potion in the glass bottle finally dried up, and these potions were enough to resurrect four to six people, depending on the physique and strength of the dead.

Grindelwald brought Ariana's body.

Lily took the white robe and threw it entirely into the cauldron.

The potion boiled. Rebirth of flesh and blood.

Dumbledore began to summon the soul, he spread his arms, raised his wand, and chanted a long spell. The air rippled like water, and the altar transmitted his spell far into the realm of the dead.

"Arianna Dumbledore, Arianna Dumbledore, come back, my sister, you young soul, walk across the gardens, and I will build you bridges over the River Styx. The never-ending cold wind will not Violate your soul and body, and the sins of the dead will not accrue to you, and you will return, pure as a newborn."

The spell worked.

An icy blue vortex opened on the altar, and afterward, Ariana's soul drifted over in a daze.

"Successful!"

Everyone in the White Tower was very excited.

Rumble——

Outside the White Tower, thunder rumbled.

Bone-piercing frost invaded from the window edge, silently attacking the group of wizards who blasphemed death.

And with it shadows thick as night, engulfing the light like some solid tide.

When the lightning flashed, James was shocked to see a crooked cloaked man beside him.

He holds a sickle in his hand, his eyes are like flames, adjudicating life and death, and extraditing the souls of the dead.

The figure sighed faintly: "Wizards, do you know that you have committed a serious crime?"

Dumbledore stood in front of Arianna's ghost as if he was facing an enemy.

"Who are you?"

"I am the one who weaves fate, I am the judge of souls, I am the suzerain and caretaker of ghosts, and I am death."

Everyone was shocked, obviously not expecting this unexpected situation.

James and Lily looked flustered. They both had a hunch that sooner or later, Death would find them, but they didn't expect this day to come so early, and they didn't even have time to confess to everyone.

Death looked at the crucible beside him, "I smashed this blasphemous thing, but I still couldn't stop the greedy people from getting their hands on the souls of the dead."

His gaze swept across the crowd like a searchlight, and paused for a while on the faces of Lily, James, and Grindelwald.

Hundreds of millions of mournful cries floated from under the hood.

"You should pay the price."

Dumbledore reached into his waist pocket calmly, grabbed the Azura Star, and asked in a deep voice, "What is the price?"

"Change soul with soul. To revive a dead person, one must sacrifice the soul of a living person."

"What if we don't want to?"

"Then I will take away those that shouldn't stay in the world." The scythe of the god of death shone with a cold light.

Dumbledore's eyes suddenly flashed orange, and his voice echoed in the empty hall: "Death, please forgive us for not agreeing."

The wizards gathered behind the headmaster of Hogwarts, ready to face death.

"You are suicidal." (End of this chapter)