All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 62 Soul Teaching Tools

"Mr. de Lin, can I be saved?" It took Harry all the composure a child could muster to allow himself to accept the situation.

He couldn't tell how he felt. When Harry thought that he might become Voldemort, it felt like a hedgehog was stuffed in his stomach, and his throat was full of sharp hairs. He felt that Hogwarts would definitely not be able to accommodate a Dark Lord as a student. If any professor found out, he would definitely be expelled.

Fortunately, in case he left Hogwarts, he could still learn magic in the library tower, so he didn't have to go back to the Dursleys in despair, and he didn't have to go to a Muggle public school to be bullied.

And it seemed that Mr. De Lin didn't think this matter was a big deal. He was always thoughtful and never frowned even a little bit. Maybe Voldemort is not a problem. Mr. de Lin could cure him, and Harry could happily return to Hogwarts to go to school.

Lind looked at Harry's anxious look and knew that he was worried about being expelled from Hogwarts again without using Legilimency.

A child's insecurity.

"Harry, maybe this isn't such a bad thing for you."

"But I'm still...scared. I'm afraid that Voldemort will resurrect in me. He will hurt my friends."

"It is indeed possible." Lind nodded. He saw that Harry's face suddenly turned white and transparent, like a ripe onion. The expression on the boy's face was extremely funny. "Don't worry. As long as you understand You can understand the situation you are facing now by looking at the composition of your soul.”

"The composition of the soul?"

"That's right, the human soul is not actually a whole. It can be regarded as three parts. Just so you may not have an idea, you'd better find a teaching aid to demonstrate it."

Linde sat on the sofa and waved to the bookshelf beside him. There was a glass jar on the shelf, which contained some strange things such as insect eggs and chrysalises. Some of them were collected by himself in the wild, and some were from Winterhold. The child gave it to him as a worthless souvenir.

He took out an olive-shaped brown yellow worm egg.

Harry didn't understand his purpose at first, but soon he witnessed the magical skills of a great wizard.

The insect egg was suspended in Linde's palm, soaked in the blue magical aura. The hard chitin shell gradually expanded and became soft, turning into the form of flesh and blood. The insect egg grew from an olive to It expanded to the size of a football, and the original cell fluid inside also increased hundreds of times. Through the thin outer membrane, you can see the cell fluid as thick as porridge foaming slightly.

"What are you doing?"

"Some medieval alchemy manuals record a special creature called an artificial man. I will use the soul of the artificial man to help illustrate my theory." Linde's expression was dull, and he did not think of this supreme being comparable to the magic stone at all. Alchemy achievements are a matter of course. If everything he is doing now is published in the wizard newspaper of World 1, he will immediately be rated as a great alchemist surpassing Nick Flamel, but that is just telling the truth. That's it, nothing to be happy about.

Harry patiently watched the birth of the android.

In the swollen amoeba egg, the turbid cell fluid continued to foam, as if boiling, a tiny embryo floated and sank in the cell fluid, and as the water level continued to drop, the embryo grew rapidly, giving rise to a heart, followed by internal organs, Bones, muscles, fetuses first in the form of a fish, then in a crouched human form.

The blood on the egg shell continues to fade away, and the color turns into a translucent bone white. When the egg shell is completely transparent, like glass, you can fully see the appearance of the artificial human.

Harry couldn't help but laugh.

"Is it ugly?" Linde stared at his creation.

When making artificial humans, Linde always thought of the human assembly line in "Brave New World", where fetuses were cultivated in glass jars.

He did not deliberately control the appearance of the artificial man; its shape was randomly generated.

This is a big-headed doll with gray skin, a thin body, slender limbs, and no sexual characteristics. A two-foot-long umbilical cord extends from the belly button. The umbilical cord is floating, and the end seems to extend into the void, which is somewhat blurry. This umbilical cord is glowing, continuously absorbing magical energy and pouring it into the artificial human body.

It was born to be a powerful magical creature.

However, the android looks extremely stupid, like a child with Down syndrome. The two bulging eyeballs are completely black, with an unspeakable evil aura.

"It looks... nice," Harry complimented against his will. "Would you like a name?"

"No need for now, I have other plans." Linde cracked the transparent egg shell and exposed the artificial man to the air of the library tower. It let out a panic cry, which was much sharper than a baby's cry, "Sh— —Shhhhh... be quiet, soon, look."

Harry shuddered slightly. He saw Lynd put his hand on the head of the artificial man. The cry of the ugly little thing suddenly fell silent, as silent as a chicken that had been strangled to death.

Then from its head, a mass of translucent "air" or "field" was slowly drawn out.

This "thing" itself has no color or light, but it acts on the air molecules, causing the surroundings to distort like a heat wave.

"Is this it?" the boy said reluctantly.

"Soul." Linde nodded, "This is the original soul, which I call memory. Remember what it looks like now."

"It just looks like a twisted mass of air."

"Don't look with your naked eyes, close your eyes."

Harry followed Lind's lead, closing his eyes, "I can't see anything."

"Get out your wand."

Harry took out his wand. This wand was very beautiful and exquisite, and it could be seen that its owner cherished it. At this moment, the end of the wand was shaking due to the trembling of the wand holder.

The dangling wand was seized by another hand, which was more stable and stronger than the hand of the wand owner.For a moment, almost as if some power was transmitted down the wand to Harry, he stopped shaking for a moment.

"Remember what I said in class? The wand is the medium that communicates magic with the world. The origin of wizard magic is in the soul, so the wand can also communicate with the soul. Come on, bring the wand over."

It seemed to be an illusion, but Harry felt that the wand was like his sixth finger at the moment. It transmitted his touch back. The air was slightly cool, and De Lin's palm was broad and warm, guiding the wand like a tracker pulling a boat. Step into the distant sea in the night.

Suddenly, the wand was thrust into something, and a cold feeling hit him.

This feeling is like the feeling when touching the body of a ghost in Hogwarts Castle.

Harry knew that the wand touched the android's soul.

In the pitch-black field of vision after eyes were closed, it seemed that what the wand sent back was not only the sense of touch, but also the sense of sight.

"I saw!"

Yes, Harry saw the soul. It was generally like a vague mist, with no color at all, and a large number of short lines floating in the inside that looked like ephemera, wool, strings and the like.

When Harry looked at the soul, the soul began to move violently. It quickly condensed into a human form from a cloud of mist, and gradually emerged.

He was horrified to find that this group of souls turned out to be very similar to him.

"Ah!" Harry opened his eyes. He wanted to withdraw his wand, but it was held tightly by Lind and could not move.

Linde's tone was a little joyful, "Don't be distracted, now, the original soul is beginning to split. The artificial man has discovered the existence of you, and then realized his own existence. It is imitating you, and its self-awareness is about to form. "