All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 289 Hogwarts in Dreams

The wizards lit scented candles on the second floor of the White Tower. The quiet and cool scent helps to concentrate, and then they will cast a remote nightmare spell to help them get into the dream of the mastermind of the gods.

This spell is said to be one of the origins of the Imperius Curse [soul leaving the body] and was invented by the dark wizard Haierbo. However, there is also a theory that it was created by witches in ancient Greece to sneak into the dreams of Muggles. Although the Nightmare Curse can have the effect of holding a dream, the person who is held in the dream often does not remember the experience in the dream after waking up. Now this spell has been almost lost.

Most of the professors were interested in exploring the Elder Brain, with the exception of Snape and Grindelwald.

"Professor Snape, won't you come together?" Linde called enthusiastically, "You are the only one of the four deans who will not participate."

"Yes, Severus," Dumbledore also persuaded, "After all, this is a work that we have devoted our efforts to, just like a child. Can't you bear to miss its growth?"

Snape was finally convinced. He is not without curiosity, but he is used to remaining solitary and unsociable. This is a kind of protective color.

In the end, only Grindelwald stayed. His reason was that someone had to be awake in case something unexpected happened.

The wizards transformed into deck chairs and gathered around the training pool. Everyone lay down together, then waved their wands and said in unison: "[Nightmare Sneaks]"

From the nostrils of the people, silver-blue smoke was blown slowly, and it was faintly cast towards the master brain of the god.

As the smoke penetrated into the main brain, the wizard's consciousness came to the world of dreams.

The moment I came to the dream, this feeling was almost like drowning.

Everyone looked around. In the dark world, only each other's souls were shining. Everyone could clearly see their respective images. Since the body of thoughts coated by the soul is related to self-recognition, everyone's image also has many personal characteristics.

Linde is the most bright, solid, and colorful of these spirit bodies, and his form is no different from that of a real person.The spirit bodies of other people are more or less similar to ghosts.

Dumbledore's soul body has clear outlines, but his long beard hanging down to his waist is very blurry. In her dream, Professor McGonagall actually had cat ears and whiskers on her cheeks, which made her extremely embarrassed.

Professor Sprout's witch's hat is like a garden, decorated with many kinds of flowers, but unfortunately they are all blurry. The lower body of Hagrid's soul body is made of smoke, while the upper body is a big man wearing a hunting suit. Professor Flitwick is very special. His soul has a stack of books under his feet, which he uses to tiptoe during class. It seems that these books are also considered a part of himself by him.

James Potter's soul body was relatively blurred, and his face was covered with a layer of mist. This was actually because Lind had obscured his appearance, otherwise everyone would have recognized him.

Snape's clothes were very strange. He wore jeans that were too short, a baggy shirt, and a shabby black coat. The sleeves were long and hung down to his knees. The whole person really looked like a big bird. Bat, but his eyes changed from black to green, making James feel strangely familiar.

Everyone tried to speak in the dream world, but the concept of language had not yet been born. They could only open their mouths and a strong sense of emptiness surrounded everyone. If their companions were not beside them, this would have been a very terrifying experience.

Only Linde can speak. He is almost unaffected by dreams. He said: "Movement in the dream world relies on imagination. Everyone is trying to get closer to me."

Under the guidance of transfer students, the professors at Hogwarts have gradually learned how souls move. They are just like freshmen eager for the mysteries of magic. They are full of curiosity about this fantastic dream world, wandering around with excitement. But after a while, they felt really tired.

"Don't be too excited. All activities in the dream world will strain your energy. If you are too tired, you will fall out of the dream. Now, everyone, come closer to me."

Linde was still the free-spirited wizard in the dream, and his words were more effective than spells here.

The professors gathered around Linde like a school of fish, and he stretched out his hand to conjure up a bundle of golden ropes for everyone to tie around their waists, and Linde led them to move.

"Let's go find the Ravenclaw lady first."

In the empty dream, there is a faint sound of waves, which is the whistling of thinking strings created by nervous activity. These thinking strings are invisible and colorless, but they will continue to wash away the soul, stripping emotions and memories.The rope in Linde's hand emitted a faint golden light, forming a protective layer on the appearance of the souls, blocking the wind and waves.

In the depths of darkness, a faint starlight appeared, and Lind pulled a group of professors closer to the light source.

What finally appeared before everyone was a small patch of pale land, no more than seven feet in diameter, on which a young girl curled up and sobbed.

That girl was Helena Ravenclaw. She looked even younger than before, going from eighteen to ten.

Lind fell beside Helena, and the professors stood on the crowded land and shouted out in unison, like drowning people being saved.

In this land in the sea, everyone can speak.

"Ms. Ravenclaw." Linde called to the fallen girl, and Helena cried with her head in her arms.

"It's so scary. I died many times...There is nothing in this world...Give me your memories, otherwise I will fall again."

The pale land is constantly breaking in the waves of thoughts, and the edges of the white marble-like material are pulverized into sand and scattered.

"What's wrong with her? Can we help?" Dumbledore quickly sat on the ground and gently patted Helena's back, while looking at Lind for help.

"As she said, what we have to do is provide memories. Shape this land together. In this case, it is best to use common memories, which can effectively enhance our longing."

"You mean?" Professor McGonagall was the first to react, "Memories of Hogwarts?"

"Yes." Linde looked around the crowd, "We come from different places, and we gather here because of Hogwarts."

Dumbledore's eyes lit up, and he said, "In that case, let's sing the school song! I'll be the conductor!"

Hagrid and Flitwick spoke highly of each other.

"What are you waiting for? Professor Dumbledore, pick up the tune!" Hagrid said.

"That's right, let singing invite our memories here! Whether they are happy, sad, sour or sweet, let them come in a surge!" Professor Flitwick said happily.

Without waiting for others to express their opinions, Dumbledore had already raised his hands, "Everyone choose the tune you like, get ready, and sing!"

Even if there was no rehearsal in advance, the teachers and students present still sang loudly at the same time.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts,

"Teach us knowledge,

"Whether we are bald old men

"Still the child with a broken knee,

"..."

During the singing, everyone gradually smiled. Looking at each other's faces, Linde felt that the scene was a bit too Disney, but unexpectedly, he felt very comfortable.Helena stopped sobbing during the singing, as if listening to a lullaby.The words of the wizards spit out from their mouths, and they turned into rows of large golden characters, and then scattered into rain, watering the pale ground under their feet.

Immediately afterwards, the land expanded rapidly, from a radius of seven feet to seven miles or seventy miles in the blink of an eye. The rain dyes the land with colors, the grayish yellow of the soil, the lush green grass, and the glistening water of the black lake. The earth undulated, the Forbidden Forest emerged from the rain, and a towering ancient castle rose from the ground in the whirlwind.

"Give us back what we have forgotten,

"You just have to do your best and leave the rest to us.

"We will study hard until it turns into dung."

The singing reverberates, and the memory keeps coming back.

The dark dream sky above their heads gradually became brighter, and what appeared in front of the wizards was a magic school in their dreams.