All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 279 For Lily

South West England, Godric's Hollow.This quiet little village is quite well known in the wizarding world because Godric Gryffindor, one of the original founders of Hogwarts, was born here.Also buried here are members of the Peverell family, bearers of the Deathly Hallows' Cloak of Invisibility.

Dumbledore and his family secluded themselves here for the last century, and the village bears witness to the friendship between two remarkable young wizards. Dumbledore's sister Ariana also died here.

Twelve years ago, Voldemort came here and killed the Potters. To this day, there is still a monument in the square in the center of the village to commemorate the unfortunate Potter family.

James Potter would never forget how he came back to the world.

He walked through the long curtain of death, saw the young man with the Resurrection Stone smiling at him, and for a moment Jaime thought he saw Death.

"I thought you would be wearing a hooded robe and holding a scythe. At least that's what it says in "The Legend of the Three Brothers". But I think seeing is believing. So, Lord Death, where are you going to take me?" "

Linde said dumbfounded: "Please see clearly, I am a living person."

"Huh? I'm so sorry, sorry, who are you? Where am I?"

James' spirit looked around. This was the living room of his house. There were slender branches of ivy protruding through the cracks in the doors and windows. Make an open space for placing a huge cauldron.

"I'm Lind, just call me De Lin. Mr. James Potter, I heard that you have extraordinary attainments in charms and alchemy. It just so happens that Hogwarts is carrying out a secret project. , I need the help of an extraordinary wizard like you." The transfer student nodded politely, "In exchange, I can perfectly resurrect you. Let you set foot on the land of the living again."

James's expression was strange, and he muttered: "Resurrection? Real or fake? Are wizards so powerful now? How many years have I been dead?"

"It's 1993."

"That's twelve years, and Merlin's beard is not that long." A sad look flashed across James' face, "De Lin, do you know my wife Lily? Did she survive?"

"Unfortunately. She did not survive Voldemort's attack. However, your son Harry is still alive. Apparently Mrs. Potter's love turned into a protective spell and bounced the Killing Curse back to Voldemort, killing him. It was beaten into a broken soul. This also created the Boy-Who-Lived."

James cursed Voldemort for being a noseless bastard, and thanked Merlin for Harry's survival. Finally, he begged: "Then you resurrect Lily. She is actually a very powerful witch, proficient in spells and alchemy, I guarantee you , she knows nothing less than me."

Lind kept a straight face to avoid laughing, and said seriously: "That won't work, Mr. Potter. But think on the bright side, as long as you are resurrected, you can find a way to get your wife back from the hands of death."

This proposal cheered James up, and he nodded repeatedly and said, "I accept your deal."

"I also need to remind you that you must not reveal your true identity before completing the secret work of Hogwarts, so as not to cause unnecessary panic. If you reveal your identity, our agreement will be terminated." Lind pretended. Acting in an inhumane manner.

"It sounds a little strange, but it's reasonable. I promise you."

James watched as Lind put a small piece of finger bone into the huge crucible, and then the concoction in the pot began to boil.

"In Celtic legend, there is such a main god." Linde explained to James while manipulating the resurrection ceremony of the crucible, "His name is Dagda, he has a magic cauldron, and he pours out food continuously. In Mabinogion there is a magical cauldron that can bring the dead back to life."

James nodded, "I've heard of it. So is this crucible the legendary Dagda's crucible?"

"No. It's just that I put some magic on the crucible, which is also a necessary part of the resurrection ceremony."

"I remember."

The crucible was emitting hot smoke, and then, a human body that looked like a new baby floated up from the boiling water.

"Go quickly." Lind urged, "This body can be considered an original product, even the genes are exactly the same. But I guarantee that it will be better to use than your old body. It is brand new and has no wear and tear."

James exclaimed: "I thought I already knew something about magic. This is called a miracle." He jumped into the crucible, and when he touched the boiling concoction, he felt the coldness that froze his soul in an instant. The illusion of crossing the River Styx. James vaguely saw a rickety old man wearing a hood looming in the mist. The man was holding a huge scythe and wanted to draw away the souls of the dead, but he could not touch James.

The dead soul merged with the newborn body, all the medicinal juice evaporated, and the illusion of the Styx in front of him was also shattered without a trace.

James climbed out from the edge of the cauldron, and Lynd threw a bathrobe on him just in time.

"You may not believe it, but I really saw the God of Death just now."

"I believe." Linde responded casually, "This god of death doesn't like me very much. But don't worry about him making trouble."

The transfer student winked at the reborn James Potter and said gently, "Because he can't beat me."

"I don't know why, but you make people feel safe. By the way, how old are you?" James carelessly put his hands on his hips and looked around the miserable mansion. He felt sad for a moment, but then he immediately cheered up.

"Between eighteen and one trillion years old." Linde shrugged, "What are your plans next? Why don't you go to Diagon Alley to buy some clothes first, but you can't go out with this face."

The wizard stretched out his hand and flashed it in front of James' eyes. The man's strong and handsome appearance immediately became mediocre, his messy black hair turned gray, and his brown eyes turned ocean blue.

"Well, much better. Now you don't have to worry about being recognized by Snape."

"Snape?! The snotty one?"

Linde laughed strangely, "Yes, the Potions Professor at Hogwarts. In the next period of time, you will become close colleagues."

"Merlin's smelly socks, I'd better go back to the grave and stay there." James groaned, holding his forehead.

"Think about Mrs. Zun, she is still waiting for you to save her in the kingdom of the underworld."

As soon as these words came out, James' eyes instantly became firm.

……

The second floor of the White Tower.

The newcomer James Potter stared closely at the picture in the magnifying glass, and Dumbledore pointed out for him the ganglion that needed to be cut.This scene is a bit like a group of doctors discussing treatment plans around the operating table, except that the doctors wear white coats, and these wizards wear beak doctors that are closer to the Middle Ages.

"Be quick and decisive, don't hesitate." Professor Flitwick was worried, so he gave instructions from the side.

"As promised in advance, what if I cut it badly?" James was surrounded by so many professors. He was not nervous at all, and he was still joking.

The old bat said nonchalantly: "Then you will waste a bottle of white moss potion."

"You are responsible for making the medicine." James shrugged.

"That's right, so you'd better not increase my workload."

Flitwick said in relief, "Don't pay too much attention to what Severus said, he's just a bit serious."

James smiled and said, "I'll try my best to think about him." He took out his wand, pointed it at the magnifying glass, and recited: [Split into pieces]

Hundreds of ganglia in the picture were severed.

"Accurate!" Flitwick applauded him.

"Minerva," Dumbledore reminded, "while it's here."

Before the God's cells could heal themselves, Professor McGonagall used the transformation technique to reconnect the fractures in a specific order, and a new neural circuit was created.

James said excitedly: "It's not difficult."

"It's a good thing to be motivated, Mr. Huck." Professor Geller said with a smile, "Then before dawn, let's complete the architecture of the neural network in area A0004."

"a piece of cake!"

The surrounding professors looked at the newcomer with pity.

That night, James cast [Split] more than 1,400 times. Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore took turns casting the Transfiguration spell, and he fought alone. When the sun's rays shone in the next day, James' eyes had become numb.

"I...I want to go back to the grave..." He shook his painful head, encouraging himself, "No, for Lily's sake, I have to persevere."