All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 301 Little God, you can’t give me anything

The January night wind that blew across Godric's Hollow was as mournful as the whimper of a dying leper.

The cold wind passed through the courtyard of Porter's old house and penetrated into the living room.

Ah Fu watched hoarfrost spread from the window edge, and an invisible field of extreme cold was approaching.The wolfhound barked in terror.

The potion in the crucible is boiling, and the Celtic myth relief engraved on the surface also faintly reveals aura, forming a field of life, resisting the shadow of death, and resisting hoarfrost three feet away, forming a clear boundary line , Linde is standing at this end of the line.

There is a long-standing story in the wizarding world called the Legend of the Three Brothers. It tells the story of three wizard brothers who used magic to create a bridge when they walked to a fast-flowing river, allowing them to survive safely. The God of Death was very angry about this and felt that he had lost three sacrifices. He pretended to congratulate the three brothers for conquering death and asked them each to choose an item as a reward, which also brewed the famous Deathly Hallows.

No wizard would have believed in the existence of such an extraordinary individual until they had witnessed Death with their own eyes.

Even Voldemort, who conquered death by making Horcruxes but never thought he would face death, thought the legend of the three brothers was just a boring story to coax little wizards to sleep.

This was not the first time that Lind had dealt with the God of Death. When he resurrected Lily, the God of Death just stood on the bank of the River Styx and watched the scene. When James was resurrected, Death tried to draw away the soul with his scythe. Now for the third time Linde tramples holy death with resurrection rites.

The god of death couldn't hold back anymore.

The last time He was so uncontrollable was when Ms. Yueying unscrupulously resurrected the dead.

But those who have been resurrected are all recent dead, and their souls have not drifted away, so the god of death can deliberately ignore them.

But at this moment, the Potters and the British wizard were killed by the Death Curse, and their souls had dissipated - they entered the void of the dead, which is the eternal and quiet world of death, with an endless river of blood flowing. A plain full of Afu flowers.

After death, ghosts will enter the Kingdom of the Underworld, where they will have no memory, and there is no difference between one moment and ten thousand years.

Linde used the resurrection stone to summon back these souls that should have been completely dissipated. Death is very stingy with his sacrifices, just like the goblins of Gringotts are reluctant to part with any copper coins in the vault.

Having been stolen three times in a row, God of Death must seek an explanation from Linde.

Compared with Marvel's Goddess of Death, the God of Death in front of him is much duller and duller. He doesn't have too many personal emotions and strong desires. He just follows the great rules of eternal operation in the universe-mortals are mortal.

Returning from death is a great adventure, a feat only accomplished by a handful of souls. The three people resurrected by Linde obviously did not meet the standards.

Linde's approach was so direct and crude. If the timeline was modified, the God of Death would not be able to interfere. He was just a projection of the concept of death in the soul of the universe and could not transcend time.

The barking of dogs stopped, the atmosphere was quiet, the moonlight was like flowing mercury, and the voice of death floated out from under the hood, like the voices of thousands of men, women, and children overlapping together to form a muddy and sad tone.

"Wizard, why did you resurrect these mortals?"

"Reviving Lily Evans and James Potter is for a good show. Reviving this innocent Mr. Pearlman is because I blame him for his death. He shouldn't have died, but I didn't Warn Ah Fu in time, let his accomplices brew this murder."

Linde stood in front of the crucible, blocking the gaze of Death. Behind him, the resurrected ordinary wizard cautiously poked his head out of the edge of the crucible. When he saw the black cloak in the courtyard, he immediately shrank back into the water in fear, spitting out bubbles.

"Do you want to prove your kindness?" The tone of the God of Death was almost sarcastic. "Then why don't you show mercy and resurrect the dead all over the world? Human beings, livestock, birds and beasts, insects and ants, save them all from death. Come out and make the world lively."

Lin De looked at the God of Death calmly, and Ah Fu barked at the God of Death in a doggy manner, fully interpreting the meaning of the dog's power. fight.

"I could kill you, even though it would be troublesome. But you know I can do it."

The Tower King's speech was extremely gentle. He said: "I can kill you, and then no one will die in the world... It's an interesting idea, isn't it?"

The God of Death was almost enraged. The robe, which was darker than the purple night sky, suddenly opened. Linde and Afu both saw it. Under the robe were countless apoptotic arms, like a grassland of corpses. For a moment, they all thought of dementors.

The hoarfrost spreading on the floor got closer. Ah Fu frowned and protected Linde in front of him.

Sure enough, Bai Shuang stopped in front of the toes of the High Tower King.The sadness revealed in it made Pillman, who was hiding in the cauldron, cry loudly, and he screamed, as if he had seen the saddest scene.

Linde stretched out his finger and pointed at the ground. The hoarfrost quickly dissipated and completely retreated without leaving any traces.

He raised his head slightly, looked down at the god of death, as if asking silently: What other moves do you have?

After all, the God of Death gave in. He persuaded him kindly: "You should understand that death is never a curse, but mortals often associate it with the fear of darkness. It is a festival, destined to come, and it is a piece of advice. , to persuade mortals to cherish time. You resurrected the dead and deprived them of their rest. Isn’t it cruel?"

Lind turned to ask Pillman: "Hey, sir, did you hear what Death said? He wants to know if you are willing to be deprived of the right to rest."

"I do! Who wants to die if they can live!" Pillman shouted.

"You heard, he wanted to live. These dead people are not ready to rest in peace. They will not rest in peace."

The God of Death sighed helplessly: "But that's not what he said in the Afu flower field. He felt that he was very happy. There was no pain that life had brought him, no sorrow that alcohol could not relieve, and no tears. Unfortunately, the deceased has no memory... …Wizard, you have conquered death three times, which means three gifts.”

"Tell me, what do you want." Linde replied without thinking.

The God of Death was choked to silence for a moment, and then he said weakly: "I am giving you three gifts."

"You can give me nothing, little god. Even your existence itself has no mystery to me. I know that you are the aggregation of the thoughts of all living beings and a silhouette of the soul of the universe. If I want, I can create another one. For an incarnation of death of the same level as you, this process is not complicated. I just happened to have run a tavern before, and the owner of the tavern, Mr. Hunton, is a dedicated man who does his duty, and I doubt he would mind taking over your position."

Death suddenly floated up into the moonlit sky, like a huge crow, disappearing at the end of the night.

Ah Fu sticks out his tongue to dissipate heat, and the revived Pillman also heaves a sigh of relief, wiping his cold sweat again and again.

"Mr. Pillman?" Lind turned around and said hello.

"Yes!" Pillman replied excitedly.

"Don't be nervous, you also graduated from Hogwarts?"

"Yes, Hufflepuff."

"I'm Gryffindor, seventh year."

Pillman looked at Linde with fear and longing, and asked in confusion: "Are all students today as good as you?"

"I'm a transfer student." Linde blinked.

"Well, you have been frightened enough tonight, Mr. Pillman. When you wake up tomorrow, you can welcome the sunshine in your London apartment peacefully, go to the Leaky Cauldron for a drink, and then return to your job in Muggle society. Post, just pretend that nothing has happened, okay?"

Lin Dewen comforted the innocent wizard, and the unknown guy who encountered a miracle in his middle age nodded repeatedly.

"Now, close your eyes."

Pillman obeyed, and his body disappeared into the cauldron, teleporting to the bed in the bedroom of the London apartment.

After solving this trivial matter, Linde finally set his sights on Ah Fu.

The wolfhound's eyes were always burning with hatred and malice, but it was groveling in extreme fear. It whined at Linde in an ingratiating manner.

"You're lost, Ah Fu." The transfer student said quietly, "How can I help you remember a little longer?"

Linde leaves with the howling wolfhound.

Before the sun rose, a sneaky dark figure returned from the sky to the old Potter house. Death struck the crucible viciously, leaving deep cracks on its surface, and then quickly disappeared without a trace.