All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 288 World Night

The ghost of Helena Ravenclaw was invited to the second floor of the White Tower by the professors. She was regarded as a savior, but she frowned and expressed disgust at this spherical brain host.

"It looks so disgusting!" Helena made a gesture of retching.

The professors persuaded them earnestly, especially McGonagall and James, who had devoted countless efforts to engraving their brains.

"But it's beautiful! Look at the glassy meninges, at the criss-crossing neural network, those connection points are like countless stars in the pale sky, it's simply a work of art!"

James praised in an exaggerated tone, and his description was actually not bad at all. The God Master Brain is indeed very beautiful in the human aesthetic system. There is no stickiness or bloodiness of biological tissue at all. Instead, it has the texture of stone sculptures and oil paintings. It is suspended in a crystal clear culture tank, like a large celestial sphere wrapped in nebulae, with ever-changing colors.

Professor McGonagall looked at the mastermind in the training pool, his eyes were full of pride, "It is the best work."

Ms. Helena still shook her head, "Can't you see the long hairs it sticks out?"

"Is there such a thing?" The living people all expressed doubts.

Linde explained: "The innate spiritual power of the god's brain will be emitted unconsciously, which is indistinguishable to the naked eye, but ghosts can see it. Probably in the eyes of Ms. Ravenclaw, this master brain looks like a long A scary ball full of translucent hair that is still dancing.”

Dumbledore explained the purpose of the master brain to Ms. Helena, "This is a research that can change the magic world. Its appearance is as important to Hogwarts as the moment it was born. And this honor is far from I don't want your help."

After Helena heard this, she suddenly cheered up, but she still asked slyly and suspiciously: "Is what you said true? Is it possible that it is comparable to the honor of the four founders?"

"What's more!" Dumbledore smiled more kindly than the salesman, "No single founder can match this feat. All future Hogwarts students will praise you, and history will remember you To your credit."

If it were the proud and lonely Helena who had already experienced the pain of pursuing fame and fortune, she would not be interested in this. It just so happens that now she is back to her youthful state. At this age, Helena Ravenclaw was a paranoid person who would steal her mother's diadem for the sake of reputation, and run away from home for many years without returning.

"Then I'll give it a try." Ms. Helena was moved.

Dumbledore gave Snape a wink. He understood and poured a crucible next to the culture tank into the culture solution. It contained a mixture of potion of life and death, enhancer, joy agent and palliative. It is called the Sweet Dream Decoction. If a normal person drinks a drop of it, he will immediately fall into a baby-like sleep.

After the mastermind of the gods came into contact with the potion, the flickering and flowing light on the neural network suddenly dimmed.

"Okay." Grindelwald saw from the snooping device that the neural activity of the main brain showed regular fluctuations, and knew that it had fallen into a dream.

Everyone looked expectantly at Helena, but this young ghost began to retreat.

"I-I'm still scared."

Linde comforted softly: "Don't worry, no matter what happens, I will make sure you are safe and sound."

Helena stared deeply into Lind's eyes, and there was no trace of lies in the wizard's eyes. So she suppressed her disgust and fear and reached out to touch the God's brain.

When it came into contact with the crystal clear meninges, the ghost's body turned into flowing water and quickly penetrated in. She only had time to let out a scream, and then completely disappeared.

Everyone was obviously shocked by Helena's reaction.

"Lin, will something happen to her?" James asked hurriedly, and the others also looked at Lind.

"Have any of you tried to enter the dream of the main brain?" Linde looked around at everyone.

Dumbledore nodded and said: "I tried. The experience was very bad. I felt like I was thrown out of the world, struggling in the boundless darkness. All my thoughts and memories were like stones falling into a deep well. , there was no response at all. I kept casting the Dementioning Curse, and every time I created a little light, it was immediately swallowed up by darkness. Until I was awakened by Professor Geller, I was unable to complete the initial stage of the third step."

Lind knows this well.

"That was the night of the world. All concepts have not yet been born, and even time and space do not exist. You are only consciously entering the dream, and there are certain risks. Ms. Ravenclaw enters the soul. If she cannot maintain herself, she will be killed. The main brain devours."

Linde once transformed into the soul of heaven and entered the gap between the reincarnations of the universe. That was when the old world had died and the new world had not yet been born. Matter did not appear, history did not move, and all concepts were not born.

If it wasn't for the ascending orcs to wake him up, Linde would really have died.Even so, Linde's process of finding himself is quite long.

The dream state of the God's main brain is also nothingness. Any soul that enters it will get lost in it if it does not have strong enough self-awareness, and may even be "digested" in the end.

The reflection of self-knowledge on the soul is the thought body. If the dream of the master brain is the sea, then the thought body is the ship. If the shell of the soul is strong enough, it can withstand the waves of thinking strings, and vice versa. When the mud bodhisattva crosses the river, he cannot protect himself.

If you want to increase the strength of your thought body, the easiest way is to become famous like Lockhart, and rely on the thoughts of all sentient beings to bless your body.

The rest of the methods are very difficult, and the most painful method is self-cultivation, through merciless self-criticism, experiencing the test of the melting pot of worldly affairs, and shaping a body of thoughts as hard as iron.

Among all the wizards present, Linde's thought body is the most stable, so stable that he has formed a material entity such as a self-gem. After all, he has already completed the road to godhood and absorbed the souls of all life in the Marvel universe. Mortals cannot compare with him .

The strength of Helena's thoughts body is actually not as strong as that of Dumbledore. After all, Dumbledore is the greatest wizard of the 20th century. He is still very famous in the magical world, and he has experienced many things. , his own self-awareness is also very strong, and he has cultivated both internal and external skills.

But Helena's unique advantage is that the blood man Barrow's obsession is repairing her thought body at any time.Because of this, she has the hope of maintaining herself in the dream of the gods.

If Helena is not assimilated by the main brain, then she can control the main brain in turn.

As long as she can control the main brain, it is equivalent to building a safe haven on the sea. After the consciousness of other wizards sneaks into the dream, there will be a place to stay, and soul programming can be carried out smoothly.

The professors on the second floor of the White Tower stared at the training pool, and no one spoke for a while. Everyone was worried about Ms. Helena.

Grindelwald stared at the snooping device closely. The neural activity of the main brain was like a recurring gentle tide. He could not see the influence exerted by Helena. There was no unusual crest signal in this wave.

As time went by, everyone looked increasingly anxious. Dumbledore sat leaning against the workbench where the potion was being brewed, his face unable to hide his fatigue. Professor McGonagall stood guard by the pool like a green pine. Flitwick clutched a checkered handkerchief and paced back and forth. Professor Sprout examined the herbal ingredients, counting several times the bundle of peppermint used to make the elixir. Hagrid was wiping his sweat with a dirty handkerchief that could be used as a tablecloth. He was already out of breath, as if it was a sweltering heat.

James noticed that Snape was still looking through his "Wizard's Guide" and couldn't help but admire and be annoyed by his composure. He walked over and quietly glanced at the page in Snape's hand. It was densely packed with content, and there was an illustration of a large cauldron.

He looked familiar with the cauldron, especially the image of a hooded skeleton standing next to the cauldron, which reminded James of the god of death he saw when he was resurrected.

"What are you looking at?"

Snape seemed to have been stung on his finger by a poisonous insect, and he closed the pages abruptly, saying disgustedly: "Peeking is not a good habit, Mr. Huck, I hope this is the last time."

"I'm just envious that you have such a precious book as the "Guide." James said sincerely, "But I noticed that you seem to be studying rituals related to death?"

"It's none of your business."

James wanted to ask the old bat why he wanted to study the resurrection ritual, when Grindelwald suddenly shouted: "There is a reaction!"

Everyone quickly gathered around the snooping device, and a center point like a pulse appeared deep in the neural network. Circles of pulse signals spread like water waves, showing a faint vitality.

"Successful?" Dumbledore asked excitedly.

"Not yet. It is equivalent to setting up a raft on the sea. It can only stand firm. Our goal is to build an island." Lind said, "We have to go in to help. Ms. Ravenclaw can do it." This step is already remarkable, without external help, it would be difficult to stay awake."