All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Dumbledore built an obsidian step 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 maintained this action for more than half a minute, and ignored Sirius's cry.

"Jim, did you find the problem? Hello, 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's face, and a vague image flashed in his mind - a cloaked skeleton standing by the river holding a scythe.

"You're scaring me, man, you should eat more, look at you, you're as skinny 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 resurrect Miss Ariana first, then James, and finally Lily. I hope this crucible 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 hidden in James' tone that he didn't even notice. "No matter what it is, that thing must be quite powerful."

Beside the pharmaceutical workbench in the corner, Snape stood calmly at first, but as the final preparations for the ceremony came to an end, he began to pace back and forth restlessly, occasionally glancing at the cauldron with a cold peripheral vision.

"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 the elixir."

"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 Felixir cannot change fate."

"So what?"

"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 magic power, and Snape, who had been restless and confused for two consecutive days, finally calmed down.

The old bat was probably ill. He was swaying and languishing at the table, holding his head with his hands and burying his face in the shadows, not daring to raise his head.

Lily leaned close to him. The scent of the witch's shampoo had the scent of sunshine and soap, and her soft voice of relief seemed to be in his ears, like a warm wind.

"She'll be back."

"I know I know."

"Snape, have you ever 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 want you to walk 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 children. You may not even get a thank you for everything you have done for her. Even so, don't you regret it?"

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

Lily stared at him without giving an inch.

Her words are more like sharp knives. When you kill someone, you need to see blood, and when you save someone, you need to be rescued thoroughly.

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

"That's enough." Snape said through his teeth.

Lily looked at his sad and angry eyes, and suddenly her heart softened. She begged: "Snape, you are not sorry Lily, don't let these things change you again, don't let yourself fall into pain, okay?"

"You don't know what happened."

"I really don't know, because you never told me."

"This has nothing to do with you. Stop asking." Snape closed his eyes. "This is all my fault. 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 a masterpiece beyond the magic 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 up the wooden ladder to the edge of the large crucible, opened the cork, and poured out the potion.

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

When the crucible was two-thirds full, 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 deceased.

Grindelwald brings Ariana's body.

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

The potion boiled.Rebirth of flesh and blood.

Dumbledore began to conjure the spirit. He spread his arms, raised his wand, and recited a long incantation. The air rippled like water, and the altar transmitted his spell to the distant realm of the dead.

"Ariana Dumbledore, Ariana Dumbledore, come back, my sister, your young soul, and wade through the gardens, and I will build you a bridge over the Styx. The restless winds will not The sins of the dead will not be upon your body, and you will return as pure as new life."

The spell worked.

An icy blue vortex opened on the altar, and then Ariana's soul floated over blankly.

"Success!"

Everyone in the White Tower was very excited.

Rumbling--

Outside the White Tower, thunder roared.

The biting frost invaded through the window and silently attacked this group of wizards who desecrated death.

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

When the lightning suddenly appeared, James was shocked to see a rickety cloaked man next to him.

He holds a sickle and his eyes are like flames, judging 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 destiny, I am the judge of souls, I am the master and caretaker of ghost souls, and I am the God of 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 like a searchlight swept over everyone, pausing for a moment 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?"

"Exchange souls for souls. To resurrect a dead person, you must sacrifice the soul of the living."

"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, preparing to face death.

"You are bringing your own destruction."