All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 72 It’s raining in England

Rita's soul really began to cry, silently and mournfully.

Without her mediocre and strange body, Rita's soul was like a phantom that existed in the world. The desolate tears of her soul dripped from her chin and disappeared in mid-air.

The clear sky suddenly dimmed a little, and turned into a cloudy sky that was still clear.The sudden darkness made my heart skip a beat.

No accumulated clouds.

But it rained in this world.

Professor McGonagall stood in the "rain", Diagon Alley was bathed in the "rain", and the entire British Isles, parts of Europe and North America were also bathed in the "rain".

This rain does not fall from the sky, it is not part of the water cycle.

This rain is not made of water molecules and dust.

Professor McGonagall felt a bone-chilling chill. She stared carefully at the "raindrops" falling in front of her. They appeared out of thin air, squeezed out of nothingness, and were short, translucent glass-colored lines floating in the air. , can pass through any object without leaving any traces.

When the "raindrops" passed through her palms, an unspeakable feeling of moisture spread.

It is not flesh and blood that is soaked.

It is a rain that falls on the soul.

All the shock, horror, anger, sadness, confusion, intoxication, admiration, all emotions were washed away by this unprovoked light rain.

Linde stood where he was. He raised his head and had a panoramic view of the "heavy rain". Professor McGonagall noticed that the raindrops did not touch him, as if he was wearing an invisible raincoat.

"De Lin, where does this rain come from?" The words in her mouth were extremely hoarse and sour.

Professor McGonagall saw the long table at the press conference twisting in the rain, and saw that in the magic photos, Rita Skeeter's image became blurred, like stains on the picture being washed away by water. The headline article in the Daily Prophet slandering transfer student De Lin gradually turned into a broomstick advertisement.

She looked at the body of the witch floating in the air, gradually turning into a brown-haired and black-spotted African hyena.

Professor McGonagall gradually couldn't remember Rita's face.

As a master of transfiguration, she has intensively studied Linde's thesis, and she knows that the reason for these abnormal situations is that history has been tampered with.

Standing in the "rain", Linde was in a good mood. He answered the professor's doubts with a rare high-pitched tone, as if he was spreading the truth and the gospel, "These are the thinking strings of the world. They are the memory of history. We are in the soul of the universe in the middle."

"The...soul of the universe?" An innocent smile appeared on Professor McGonagall's old face. She accepted this statement and was deeply moved by it, "It's so beautiful."

"Professor McGonagall, watch this rain well. Even if you can't remember it all. The most gorgeous scene in this universe is not the birth of nebulae, nor the colorful flowers on the living planet, but the scene that fell when history was buried. Heavy rain. The British Isles are crying for you today, Rita Skeeter, your name will be forgotten by the world, and your sacrifice also opened a corner of the thick curtain of the roots of magic for me."

People say that the past cannot be changed.

No, the universe never claims that. It's just that it hides the method of tampering with history behind the deepest and most secret roots.

There are two ways to get to the root.Either by transforming oneself, let the soul ascend, and approach the great truth, or bear the sin of disobedience, hurt the root, and let it expose itself.

This is not the first time Linde has done this. Compared with the previous time when he used the eternal transformation technique to tamper with a purple turban, the impact on history is very small, and the consequences of tampering with a living person are much more serious.Especially for an activist like Rita Skeeter, although she did not make any contribution to the entire magic world in her life, the traces of her past survival, the resources she consumed, the articles she concocted and the influence she gained constituted a Everything about the hue of her life, it's a complicated debt.

Now, Rita's existence has been erased by Transfiguration Eternal.She was never born, and she never lived in this land as a human wizard, but an inexplicable dog instead.

How will history fill the gap left by her?

Linde didn't know the answer either. But he would remember that everything about Rita had ever been real.

These "thought strings" of the universe are at work, weaving the truth, repairing the holes in the dense and thick cloth of history. It wasn't just the memory of Rita Skeeter that was affected in the process. The hole she leaves in the social niche will be filled by someone, but it won't be someone similar to Rita.

So, the reporter who interviewed the transfer student Linde was not Rita, but a new newspaper guy named Jennifer, and they had a friendly chat at Hogwarts. The article published in the Daily Prophet was "An Interesting Soul--First Contact with the Genius Wizard De Lin", which was not placed on the headline, but on the left side of the third page.

There was no drama and scolding that ensued. Hogwarts students did not encourage parents to write letters of complaint. Professor Quirrell did not hire wizards to threaten unscrupulous reporters. There was also no public press conference.

The rain in Professor McGonagall's eyes became heavier and heavier. The thought strings of the world surge silently, and the tides of the universe roar quietly.

The sky in Diagon Alley keeps getting darker, and this heavy history is like being stuffed into an airtight garbage bag, ready to be thrown into the abyss.Darkness, darker than the deepest night, enveloped the dome.Everything seemed to disappear in the darkness, only those "raindrops" shining brightly, and the transfer student named De Lin remained.

She watched as Linde slowly stuffed the soul in his hand into the body of the African hyena. The sluggish animal quickly became more agile. It barked shrilly like an animal waiting to be slaughtered, but it immediately stopped its sound due to fear.

Professor McGonagall shed unspeakable tears, and she begged: "De Lin, please don't, you are a good child..."

"Shh, don't worry, Professor, just pretend it's all a dream. You won't remember it. Just blink, and next thing you know, you'll wake up in class at Hogwarts."

The darkness of the world is deeper than dreams.

Crossing the limit that is darker than darkness is like closing your eyes once, losing your mind for a while, and finally opening your eyes and regaining your senses.

Professor McGonagall was standing in the classroom, and the early spring sunlight outside the window was warm, falling on the podium, giving it a warm feeling.

The students in the audience raised their heads and showed puzzled expressions in the face of the suddenly silent professor.

Professor McGonagall stroked her forehead lightly, and she continued on with the unfinished topic, "...Because of this, you should pay attention to everything around you, use your observation skills, analyze, think about the details of things, The effect of things on the environment, so that you can get started with Essence Transfiguration."

Her words became more and more fluent, the little wizards thought about it, and the sunlight shining through the tall grilled windows became brighter and warmer.

Course is over, move on to life, move on to class, move on to life.Until she went to Diagon Alley one day and saw the hyena wandering alone on the street corner.Dirty hair, remnants of wrapping paper on the corners of the mouth, looks very tired.

"Why is there an African hyena here?"

"I've been here since a long time ago, and I've lived here for more than forty years. As a hyena, you really live a long life."

Professor McGonagall was thoughtful, and the dog suddenly rushed in front of her, barked like crazy, and then shed tears.

"Maybe she's sick." She hurried away from the mad dog.

This incident made Professor McGonagall feel weird, and he has been uneasy since returning.She always felt that there was something wrong with her conscience, and she reflected on herself. She thought that she should buy some rations for the dog so that it could survive the cold winter.

Later, when Professor McGonagall returned to Diagon Alley, she could not find the dog. When she asked other people, some people said that the hyena was wandering out, while others said that it had eaten chocolate by mistake and might have died somewhere.

Life has an end, and death isn't such a bad ending for a stray dog.As for vagrancy, it is already homeless, and it is a vagabond wherever it is.

The streets of Diagon Alley were filled with bright and warm sunlight. Minerva McGonagall adjusted her top hat in the cool spring breeze and returned to normal life with dignified steps. She would no longer recall the tears of the hyena at night.

"God is in his heavenly kingdom, and everything in this world is normal." - "Elysium Disco"

It's time to introduce the plot line of Elden's Ring.

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