Harry Potter and Shafik

79 The Underworld
Harry felt himself fall to the ground, his face buried in the grass, the smell of grass filling his nose.He had closed his eyes when the Portkey had taken him flying, and he remained closed and motionless now.All strength seemed to be gone.He was so dizzy that the ground beneath him was shaking like the deck of a ship.To steady himself, he tightened his grip on the two things still in his hands: the smooth handle of the Triwizard Cup and Hilbert's body.He felt that if he let go of one of them, he would slide into the darkness gathering around the edges of his mind.Fear and fatigue made him lie on the ground, smelling the grass, waiting...waiting for someone to do something...waiting for something to happen...while the scar on his forehead kept burning...

A wave of noise overwhelmed him, bewildering, there were voices everywhere, footsteps, shouts... He frowned tightly, as if it was a nightmare that would soon pass...

Now he was crying bitterly on Hilbert's body, and Taoist Lingxu beside him fell to the ground and heaved a long sigh.

Cheers came and went, and everyone was applauding. At this moment, the sharp-eyed Fleur Delacour suddenly noticed something terrible, covered her mouth and screamed. Dumbledore ran over and held Harry, but Harry once Once again, he broke free and lay on top of Hilbert.

"Harry, Harry!"

He opened his eyes.

There was a starry night sky in front of him, and Albus Dumbledore crouched in front of him.There were dark figures all around, all pushing towards him.Harry could feel the ground under his head vibrate slightly with their footsteps.

"What happened?"

"He's back, Voldemort is back, he killed Hilbert, and Hilbert sacrificed...to save me!" Harry wailed and finished the story.

"It's all right, Harry, it's over."

"What's going on?" asked Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic.

The upside-down face of Cornelius Fudge appeared before Harry, pale and frightened.

"My God...Hilbert!" he said, "Dumbledore...he's dead!"

Word spread, and the horrified dark figure that was squeezing in spread it to those around it... Others shouted—screams rang out through the night—"He's dead!" "He's dead!" "Hilbert Shafik! Dead!"

"Let me go, let me go!" Mr. Shafiq stumbled and ran over.As soon as he saw his son's face, he knelt down and cried bitterly, "This is my son! My child! No!"

Daphne Greengrass was crying and shaking.At this time, Dumbledore was bumped on the shoulder, "Dumbledore, send me to the underworld! I want to get his soul back!"

"No, he's dead! He can't be found! Only by overcoming the ultimate fear can we gain the purest freedom of life."

"Fart! Our gods are against the sky. Why not do it again? Hurry up!"

Taoist Lingxu pushed away the crowd of onlookers with his own aura, pushed Mr. Shafik away, and poured out eight pills from the medicine gourd, which were Soul-Cultivating Pill, Recovery Pill, Life-Returning Pill, Yanyan Pill, and Gathering Pill. Ling Dan, Da Huan Pill, Bone Pill, Red Blood Pill.He poured out another bowl of Sanguang Shenshui, melted eight pills, drew a talisman, picked up Hilbert and gently placed it on top, and told Daphne, Mr. and Mrs. Shafik, and Aleena Lina Stand in four directions, take care of his body, and then light a furnace of sandalwood.Sit cross-legged and close your eyes.

Underworld.

An invisible door opened suddenly, and a gust of wind engulfed Taoist Lingxu's consciousness.

Afterwards, his consciousness followed that mysterious force and traveled through layers of space.

Countless worlds flashed past his eyes, and countless planes arranged under his feet.It's like a black and white movie I've seen before.

In a haze, he suddenly felt that this should be very similar to Floo powder, although he had never used Floo powder.
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Finally, feeling as if his feet had stepped on the ground, Taoist Lingxu opened his eyes and looked around at the underworld in front of him. There was a vast expanse of white here, and there was a white light not far ahead.

A biting cold wind blows.Taoist Lingxu performed the cold protection technique, and his whole body felt warm.He is standing on a bridge at the moment.

This is a huge, straight stone bridge.Not far ahead is a building similar to a station, like King's Cross Station.

"This... is the underworld? Is this bridge similar to the Naihe Bridge! Oh! By the way! Hilbert Shafik! Where are you?"

Without further ado, act quickly!

After confirming his target, Taoist Lingxu ran quickly on the stone bridge against the strong wind.

"Come back! Hilbert!"

No one answered.

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"Stop screaming, the dead can't hear you here." An old man suddenly appeared behind Taoist Lingxu.

"Who is Your Excellency?"

"My name is Merlin Ambrosius. The magician of His Majesty King Arthur."

"You are Merlin?"

"It is me, and now I am also the guide and soul caller of the underworld. Your appearance is not from my country, why did you come to the underworld?"

"To tell you the truth, I came here to retrieve the soul of my disciple Hilbert Shafik. He has not yet reached the end of his life and cannot come here. I hope Master Merlin will show his respect and let him go back." Taoist Lingxu said. He actually knelt down.

"Wait for me to check it out." Merlin took out a long roll of parchment from his arms, and inspected it carefully with his eyes wide open.

a long time.

"Sorry! No one named Hilbert Shafik came to the Underworld to report today. He may not be dead yet, can you go back and check carefully?"

"He's not dead? How is that possible?"

"If you don't believe me, you can see for yourself." Merlin said and handed the parchment over.Taoist Lingxu took it and read it carefully over and over again.Not really any name on him.

"In that case, excuse me."

"Wait a minute! I still have something here that I hope you can bring back to Yangshi. It is my lifelong knowledge and experience. I hope you can entrust someone with a destiny to help me pass it on. Thank you very much!" Merlin took out a roll of parchment from his sleeve and handed it to him. Taoist Lingxu.

"Go back!" Merlin waved his wand, followed by an electric crackle.The world around me suddenly collapsed.Taoist Lingxu woke up suddenly.I saw that this was no longer the Quidditch pitch, but the Hogwarts auditorium.

"How's it going! Professor?" Mr. Shafik hastily stepped forward to ask Taoist Lingxu.Taoist Lingxu didn't care, stood up and walked to Hilbert's side, touching his face.burst into tears.Everyone wept again.At this moment, Alastormoody stepped forward and dragged the weeping Harry Potter back...

Taoist Lingxu quickly gave Dumbledore a look.

Dumbledore hurriedly dragged Snape and Professor McGonagall to catch up. The Taoist Lingxu told Mr. Shafik not to move Hilbert's body, and figured out a way by himself, and then he also left the auditorium.

(End of this chapter)