The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

When Mia's self-awareness returned, she was a spirit floating on the Stone Stage.

A soul with bright colors and a perfect body, but it is still a soul, not a living flesh and blood body. The life experience in the soul state is completely different from that in the flesh and blood state. After Mia was summoned back from the outer plane by Linde, it took quite a while to recognize the status quo.

She needs to re-adapt to the vision of the soul state. Everything she sees has nothing to do with the light, but the strength of the spirit. Inanimate objects appear to her as gray and fuzzy outlines, while the bodies of intelligent life are like infrared images. is a luminous form.

"Who are you?" Mia's soul looked at Linde. In her eyes, it was a cold and illusory sun with a vaguely familiar figure inside.

"I'm Lynd. Remember?"

"Yes, I remember . . . I remember calling you before I died, Mr. de Lin, but you did not come."

Her sorrow is a garden.

"I was late. The succubus who killed you, I cut off her head, and did not escape back to hell. Here is the head, you see."

"Thanks. Too bad I can't see very well. How are my parents and grandmother?"

"I don't know. I didn't go back to Dagger Bank. Thinking about it, less than half a year has passed, so they shouldn't have any accidents."

"Mr. De Lin, you are still so straightforward." Mia's soul smiled.

She gradually regained her memory and recorded what she saw in her soul—the torture she suffered before death, and the scene after death.

The soul has the essence of immortality, and even the gods cannot completely destroy it. The devil covets the power of the soul, deceives the soul with contracts, and extracts the energy of the soul with punishment in hell. The soul is also a common currency in the lower planes. Those who are rich in soul currency seem to be able to buy everything in the multiverse.

After Mia was desecrated by necromancy, her soul did not disappear, but kept falling, and she came to a wide and desolate blood-colored long river. This is the river of Styx that flows through the lower planes. Every drop of the river is the essence of evil. Sinful souls float in the river.

The ferryman holding a long pole stopped the boat at the ferry and let one soul after another walk on its raft.

"I saw that there were countless people crossing the river, like migratory birds on the hillside. The boatman asked me why they didn't cross the river. I asked him where the other side of the river was. He said that the other side of the river was the dead. Lord Kelenvor’s country, all souls will go to the crystal tower to be judged, unbelievers will be built into the city wall, guilty will go to hell, and innocent will go to the kingdom of the gods.”

"When I found you, you were standing on the bank of the River Styx. What held you back?"

"Because I don't want to cross the river, I want to go home."

"Then you can go home."

Linde pushed away the sarcophagus, and the body of the undead was sleeping in the coffin. In the eyes of Mia's soul, it was a figure emitting an ominous black mist.

"What is this? I'm scared of it, but I don't think I should be."

"Your body. It was made into an undead. Now this body has undergone some unexpected changes, and a thought body is condensed in its body. I need this thought body. If you agree, then I will take it away. It's like cutting a wild fungus growing from rotting wood. It won't do you any harm."

"You take it."

Linde took advantage of the opportunity to pull out the thought body from the body of the undead, like a mass of gray cicadas.

"What's the use of this?"

"The missing body is the outermost layer of the soul, and it is also the most complex structure. The undead kuo-tao fish people think you are their god, and the crazy characteristics of this race have played a role. It really created a divine thinking body, I am going to use it to cast a great rune and perfect my priesthood."

Linde held the thought body as if he was holding a precious diamond, "Although this thought body is too weak to be cast into a large rune representing the priesthood of death, it is still very precious, so before I revive you , you have to ask first."

"Mr. de Lin, you have gone to great lengths just to ask for my opinion? Is the consent of a dead man very important to you?"

"Important. Because I think you are a good girl, so I won't steal your things."

"It would be great if everyone was like you, knowing how to respect others, even if the other person is just a trivial person." Mia suddenly laughed, and the sadness in her smile oozes out like a rising tide, she begged , "Mr. de Lin...I really, really don't want to die like this again. I was in so much pain and scared as hell."

Linde said softly: "Do you know why you died? It's not because you are not kind, but because you are weak. Strength is the ultimate answer, it can solve most problems, and the rest can be made up with courage. Do you want To become stronger. I already know your intentions and understand your overbearing thoughts at this moment. Since I promise to ignite the souls of the world, I will never turn a blind eye to your competitive spirit."

"what do I do?"

Linde clenched the mind body in his hand, pointed to the undead body in the coffin, "Two ways, life or death?"

...

"This is my story. I can choose to live in the form of a living person. Mr. de Lin said this is a promising path. Do you know the magicians of Delinriel? All they have to do in the future is go to the world Everywhere, go to every corner of the universe, spread knowledge, collect candles, rely on the light in the skull, promote disciples, and become legends."

Andre looked at Livia beside her. She also said something similar, but not as clearly.

The priest of Tire was confused and disturbed, because the method Mia said sounded very similar to the path of the priest.

However, the way for priests to gain power is to spread faith, obtain divine favor, and bestow divine grace. The warlocks of Delinriel seem to have greater autonomy and can directly gain power from spreading beliefs, which is a bit like a devil's contract.

Livia knew very well that from the moment she became a magician, the essence of her life had changed, and she became an alien creature similar to a devil. If someone casts [Human Immobilization] on her, it won't work.

Elminster's eyes flickered, and he said with a smile: "It seems that you have chosen another path."

"Yeah, I chose to die. My soul is still alive, but my body is about the same as my grandfather in the cemetery." Mia laughed, "But it's nothing bad. I'm the first child under the silver tree A dead man, the undead druid who guards the cemetery. Candlelight and longing protect my soul, and I will always be clear."

The gray and white intertwined firelight in the depths of her pupils became brighter and more dazzling, and those with keen perception suddenly felt a chill, and could feel that this strange undead hid a deeper secret—a secret about power.

The paladin, who had been silent until now, asked a question he cared about.

"Are you planning to turn the dead in this city into undead?"

"Of course not. Although I choose the path of the undead, I don't think the undead is a better choice. Warlocks have their mission to spread knowledge, and I also have the mission to appease the undead. In the Shadowfall Underworld, in the negative energy position On the other hand, in the corners of the main material plane, there are too many restless dead. I can't bring them to the cemetery alone. If you join Delinriel, you can help me. I will definitely pay you enough."

Mia took out a black spar from her waist pocket.

Livia exclaimed: "Memory Stone."

"Yes, half of the raw materials for making memory stones are prepared by me, but the output is really small and cannot keep up with everyone's demand."

Livia became excited, "I will come to help."

The homesick Andre hurriedly said: "Miss Mia, we take the liberty of visiting, it's getting late now, can you allow us to say goodbye?"

Mia said sadly, "Oh, am I the one who's babbling? I've been the one talking all the time. And yet I don't even know you guys."

As soon as these words came out, for some reason, everyone's expressions were a little weird, and Andre was in a cold sweat.

The current atmosphere seems to be that if you don't say something nice, you have to enter the battle scene. This special undead is deeply involved with the Lord of the Floating City, De Lin, so the challenge level is probably not low.

Everyone present was not of one mind, and naturally they did not want to start the battle at the opponent's home court.

The three seafood generals quickly said: "We also have stories, and we can tell them too."

Elminster also nodded, "Yes, the old man lived a long time, if you are interested in anything, you can ask me."

"Don't be nervous. You can leave at any time, and you can come any time in the future. I don't have any good entertainment here, only tea, so if you want to eat next time, please bring it with you."

"Huh—" Everyone breathed a sigh of relief for no reason, and then left one after another.

The cemetery was quiet again.