All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

The sun shines on Death through the clouds, but leaves no shadow.

The faint flames in His eyes kept beating, like this from time immemorial.In ancient Greece, people called him Hades, in ancient Egypt, they called him Anubis, the Scandinavians called him Hela, and the Celts called him Morrigan. Yama in Indian legend is also Azazel in Jewish tradition.

Ancient and modern, Eastern and Western, all fantasies and longings for death are aggregated into this shadow that does not exist in the real world.

The God of Death is in charge of the underworld, and the barrier between the underworld and the real world is not time and space. The underworld is not on a distant star, nor is it in a different dimension. The underworld is a void place that only exists in fantasy, hidden in the soul of the universe.

Because of this, the god of death is immortal. He is just an illusion, like the moon in the water, or the flower in the mirror. How could he be defeated?

Only the patron saint, a magical power born out of fantasy, can force death back.

Linde did not learn the Patronus Charm, and he did not need the protection of the ethereal spirit.

Death trembled before him.

"First you broke my crucible. Then you came to interfere with my watching the football game. Little god, do you feel that you have existed in this world for too long, and you want to ask me to give you a good time?"

"Wizard, resurrection is not allowed. Even you cannot break the iron law of life and death again and again. I only punish those mortals who do not overestimate their abilities."

"Who stipulated that resurrection is not allowed? You?"

Linde shook his head and smiled, "This world has seven layers of history. In the age of gods, resurrecting mortals is commonplace. The essence of life and death is clean and pure. The universe naturally allows mortals to be resurrected, and you are just a person who steals the seat of death." A thief, a fearful phantom created by the thoughts of all beings, but wants to hinder this immortal miracle?"

The groans of the dead drifted out from under the cloak of the god of death, and they continued intermittently: "The iron curtain of death... was not decided by me... Mortals believe that the dead cannot be resurrected, and that everything in the world is transient and perishable, but death is eternal." "

"Then why did you release the dementors and want to kill my classmates and professors?"

"I didn't know you were here."

Lin De was overjoyed, and didn't know what to do with Death's straightforward answer.

"Then it's time for you to go back to the underworld and stop interfering in this world from now on."

The figure of the God of Death slowly dissipated.

Linde frowned suddenly. He predicted a possible future - after the death of Dumbledore and others, their souls were wiped out by the god of death, and later generations could no longer resurrect them.

"Dumbledore is a member of the Secret Dating in the High Tower. You dare to touch the person I'm covering? How brave!"

The King of the Tower suddenly turned his back, stretched out his hand to strangle the God of Death, with surging eternal divine power flowing from his eyes, and activated the transformation technique for which he is famous. With Lind's current level of divine power, the God of Death in the world of "Harry Potter" is basically Unable to resist.

"You are still too vindictive and spiritual. From now on, stop being a cloaked skeleton monster and become a harmless little animal."

Death howled.

"Do not--!!!"

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Thousands of dementors appeared in the sky of Hogwarts and fell towards the campus. On average, each teacher and student had to deal with three dementors to survive.

Such a huge cluster of aberrations could turn Hogwarts into a giant Azkaban. If left unchecked, these unchecked dementors will devour every soul in their path.

James, who was riding on his broomstick, was anxious. Halfway through, he saw dementors flying in the sky, like a black snow, falling exactly on the Quidditch pitch.

"Harry!" James roared far away.

At this time, Harry was chasing the Golden Snitch, with Malfoy following closely behind him.

"Potter!"

Draco Malfoy stretched out his hand towards Harry's broom again, trying to grab it to slow down. This kind of trick has already been tried once before. Although Gryffindor got a free throw for it, as long as Harry is stopped If you get the Golden Snitch, then this dirty tactic is useful.

Harry stared back at Draco, there was no expression on his face at all, but Draco felt a bone-chilling chill, and couldn't help shrinking his hands.

The Firebolt rushed forward like a bullet, approaching the Golden Snitch very quickly.

Feeling the crisis, this cunning little ball hovered carefree near the surface of the earth, but at this moment it suddenly rose up and went straight into the sky.

Harry gripped the broomstick like a pilot gripping a joystick, and pulled it up sharply. The broomstick swept at an astonishing angle, and the sharp wind whipped up a cloud of grass clippings.Draco pulled up after him, but still took a mouthful of dust.

The Snitch was looking straight into the sky, and Harry's eyes stayed on it until, out of the corner of his vision, he noticed the black cloak falling from the sky.

That familiar icy feeling came over him, Harry had felt it once on the train at the beginning of school, everyone's most desperate moments would be awakened by dementors.

His mother's dying pleas sounded again in Harry's ears.

The swarm of thousands of dementors is like a Styx jellyfish floating in the deep sea, a flowing, dark cloud, and the golden snitch penetrates the dementor swarm like a tiny sun.

Commentator Lee Jordan in the stands screamed: "Don't go! Harry! Come back!"

Professor McGonagall raised her wand, and a silver tabby cat Patronus flew out. She looked anxious and frightened.

The power of the Patronus depends on the wizard. Professor McGonagall can protect the students on the court or save Harry, but she cannot do both.

Is the choice to save one student's life, or to save all other students?

With this cruel choice before him, Professor McGonagall waved her wand tremblingly, and finally chose to let the Patronus run around the court, forming a slowly expanding silver mask to block the arrival of the Dementors. She ordered all the students to come closer to her, while Lee Jordan was still shouting the name of the savior.

But that child rose too high and went too decisively, as if he could give his life to catch the Golden Snitch.

Harry faced the Dementors in the sky. He heard the shouts from the ground, and could see the trembling cloaks and the miserable ghost bodies of the Dementors in the sky.

The boy's eyes still followed the golden snitch, without any deviation, and he rushed forward towards the dark sky.

He drew his wand like a knight raising his lance. The next second, he was engulfed by the tide of dementors.

"Purify—unclean—!"

The crowd on the surface looked up. When Harry's figure disappeared into the cloak of death, some screamed and some were stunned. Even the children of Slytherin could not help but change their colors in horror, mocking Harry's stupidity and regretting his death.

Then, deep in the swirling black tide, a faint light suddenly lit up, like the morning star tearing through the night.

The spell from the Tower King easily destroyed the Dementors. Harry's eyes did not stay for a moment at these silently wailing ghosts. His attention was focused on maintaining the spell and the Golden Snitch in front of him.

The Golden Snitch escaped fast and far, but as the dementors brought an icy atmosphere, its dragonfly-like wings gradually froze, making it unable to fly. Harry rushed forward.

The two chased each other and fled. Unknowingly, the surrounding Dementors dispersed, revealing the clouds above their heads. Harry's eyes caught a glimpse of a familiar figure deep in the clouds.

"Mr. De Lin!" Harry was taken aback, and the figure in the sky seemed to hear the call, lowered his head and waved at him.

The Golden Snitch flashed past in front of his eyes, and Harry subconsciously raised his hand to hold it in his hand. He then turned the broom around, dived downwards, and murmured in confusion: "Is it my imagination? Mr. De Lin seems to have Holding a black cat?”