Melee wizards at Hogwarts

What happens before death?

In the world "on the other side" of Parsifal, countless scholars have studied this issue and have come to many more conclusions than the number of scholars. Some may be reliable, and some are not reliable at all.

——The white light, the golden Buddha land, or the promised land flowing with milk and honey, or even being picked up by the beautiful big sister Valkyrie, and sent to a strange palace to have a fight with the muscular brother Guicheng Tian.

But no matter which theory it is, one thing that will be mentioned is that at that moment, the memory will flip forward quickly, and countless pictures will be seen in a short period of time.

Scientists say that this is the human brain trying its best subconsciously to find a way to escape.

Parsifal never imagined that death would be so close to him one day.

Old George, Andy, the admission letter to Hogwarts, and even many past experiences on "that side" flashed through his mind.

It only takes a moment's breath before the sword light falls on the body. However, in the perception, the process seems to be stretched to countless times, like slow motion. You can see it clearly, but you can't break away.

The blood freezes and the breathing stops.

But he, who might have been desperate, suddenly calmed down at this juncture, and instead, an uncontrollable, deep anger surged into his heart.

"I don't accept this inexplicable ending!"

"Move! Move! Move!"

Parsifal screamed in his heart, trying all the efforts, goals, determination, and determination he could think of.

Little by little, he felt a change in himself. The blood that had been frozen was heating up and bursting in the blood vessels. His thoughts were like electricity, and the blood was like pulp.

The restraints with an inexplicably familiar feeling wrapped around the upper body from all directions, as if being bound by several circles of thin wires, making it impossible to breathe.

"disapparan! (disapparation)"

A sudden flash of inspiration occurred, and Parsifal shouted loudly.

"knock!"

The long sword struck the marble floor, making a rough sound and splashing fine stone powder. Parsifal couldn't help but feel deeply grateful, because the position where the sword fell was exactly where he was standing a moment ago.

Five steps away, Parsifal knelt on one knee and covered his chest with his right hand.

There was a sharp stinging pain in his heart, and his whole body was extremely hot. Big drops of sweat dripped from his forehead, staining his blond hair into strands.

But it wasn't until then that he realized what was happening. ——He survived and was able to cast spells without a wand, using the extremely difficult method of apparation.

"Beautiful! Come and take my sword again."

But before he could recover from his panting, a rough man's voice sounded in his ears, with a strange accent. But Parsifal could tell it was Anglo-Saxon English (Old English).

Although Parsifal had already recovered from the extraordinary state of perception just now, the man's steps on the yellow sand, lifting his hand, swinging down the sword and other series of actions were inexplicably clear.

Subconsciously, he rolled, using his momentum to dodge the opponent's slashing sword and gain some distance. Taking this opportunity, he raised his head and saw the man who attacked him.

——Under the long black hat with a pointed peak that must be a little weird, is a long red hair that is so red that it almost burns. He is middle-aged and has a weathered face that can be considered handsome, but unfortunately it is covered with scars.

He was draped in a complex scarlet Byzantine-style robe, and the long sword in his hand was decorated with rubies on the hilt.

"Interesting boy, he didn't disgrace Rowena. We still have some time before the inheritance really begins."

A smile appeared on the man's lips, and a sword flower danced out of his sword.

"Rowena? You mean Rowena Ravenclaw?!" The name Rowena seemed familiar, but Parsifal couldn't believe it.

"Who else could it be? Wait."

The man's tone was a little dissatisfied, but looking at Parsifal's confused look, he seemed to be aware of something wrong.

Although he forced a smile, Parsifal could see the loneliness that suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Blonde hair, unfortunately, you are not her."

"My name is Godric, and I can barely be regarded as the gatekeeper of this secret realm. Which college are you a student of?"

Suddenly, the man put the long sword back into the scabbard, took a few steps forward, and while speaking, he helped Parsifal up.

"I haven't been sorted yet, but I hope to become a Gryffindor. Are you a real person?"

Parsifal took the right hand handed to him by the other party, propped himself up and stood up.

"It's just an afterimage, using the transfiguration here to continue the memory of existence." There was a little regret on Vicissitudes' face, but Gryffindor replied after pondering.

"This secret realm is a place of inheritance left by Rowena for her descendants. She hid something in that box."

With a gentle wave, two chairs and a square table appeared in front of them. Gryffindor motioned for Parsifal to sit down and pointed in the distance. There is a stone platform with a silver box placed on the top.

The outside of the stone platform is surrounded by a circle of silver translucent light that is constantly changing, but the light is constantly fading.

"You are very good. There are only two ways to get in here: Rowena's descendants read out the password she left, or a wizard whose wisdom is recognized by 'it' and has a precise and upright desire for the sword .”

"Don't look at me so strangely. Okay, I admit, I secretly added the following conditions. Since you are still a child, I won't treat you to a drink. What's your name?"

Gryffindor snapped his fingers, and a tray appeared out of thin air on the square table. There is a whiskey bottle and two glasses on the tray. The label on the bottle is handwritten and very sloppy.

He just took a glass and poured whiskey into it.

"Parsifal, Parsifal Williams. You like her?"

He remembered that in the original books, the relationship between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw had always been very close, but it had never been made public. Moreover, the identity of the father of Ravenclaw's daughter Helena is not known to outsiders.

"I love her."

Gryffindor took a sip of whiskey and replied in a low voice, looking at the huge gears in the distance and the boundless bloody desert.

"This place will be closed soon. After all, you can come in only because of my willfulness. This inheritance cannot be taken away by you. But as compensation and a little reward, I will give you this spell."

After a brief silence, Gryffindor drank the remaining wine in the glass and said to Parsifal.

His expression was a little reluctant, but also a little relieved. With a snap of his fingers, a piece of worn parchment and a quill appeared out of thin air. After writing something quickly, it flew into Parsifal's hands.

"You can leave. After 'I' die, this method can only be opened here once, and it will be invalid in the future."

Gryffindor waved his hand and watched Parsifal walk back to the entrance and open the wooden door. His body continued to become transparent.

"It's a pity that I couldn't see her again."

The wooden door closed, the figure finally disappeared completely, and a sigh seemed to drift in the wind.