All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 88 The Prophecy of the Dark Lord

"How much untampered history do you remember?"

"Only once in history did the Roman Empire not decline. Neither the Angles nor the Saxons set foot on this land. At that time, flying dragons soared in the sky, and the epic story of British heroes resisting Roman soldiers was sung on the earth. I once met my beloved Together they multiplied the race of centaurs.”

Rhiannon whispered: "Our history is lost. I can't remember the man who was on my back, he has been forgotten and never appeared again... Do you know how gods die? They There is no death, but all traces of existence disappear with the loss of history, and after that, they never appear again."

"People who predict the stars, please remember that the universe does not care about gods, and will not grieve for the death of anyone. Please protect our past and future, because they are the only traces of hundreds of millions of creatures in the world. .”

Rhiannon's warning was still in mind when the three wizards returned to Hogwarts.

"Professor, have you thought of anything?"

"Yes, it seems that a warning must be sent to the Ministry of Magic to destroy all time turners." Dumbledore hesitated, but said firmly, "Let history go in the direction it should take. For the sake of our descendants."

"I accidentally opened a Pandora's Box." Linde squeezed the Eye of the Tower, "I should withdraw that paper."

"Eternal Transfiguration?"

"That's right. I proved that history can be tampered with and gave an answer. Although it is difficult, it can be done."

"Imagine that I never appeared in this world. I can't see those flowers, I can't listen to the music, all the laughter has nothing to do with me, all the tears have nothing to do with me, and all the love doesn't exist." Dumbledore stood in the afternoon enthusiastically Under the bright sunlight, I felt a little chill, "Ah, it's really a scarier thing than death. I always thought I was strong enough, and I've seen everything... De Lin, do you think there will be a kingdom of the dead after death?"

"Maybe." Linde is not sure, he is only the king of the library tower, but not the god of other worlds, "Maybe not."

Dumbledore suddenly laughed again, "Look, I'm just a confused old man. I always thought that death was just the beginning of another adventure. But the truth is more terrible than death. I don't know if I have the courage to face it. To that vanished end."

"If you had never existed, then I would just continue to wander on the streets of London, then find a part-time job in a restaurant, work hard to save money under the pressure of the boss, find a way to save a savings, and then try to invest in stocks, in my mind There are many good ideas for making money. Speaking of which, if you hadn't sent me the letter back then, maybe I would have become a Muggle businessman and married a wife after I was in my thirties. Then suddenly one day, my child received an owl to enroll in school. Notice. But there is also a possibility that I will die on the street and become an unknown corpse floating in the Thames."

Everything he said was just a fantasy when he first arrived. At that time, Linde was unaccompanied, hungry and cold, and only wanted to have a full meal and a small nest where he could sleep comfortably. Struggling with teasing sadness and anger.

What happened afterwards was something he never even dreamed about.

Dumbledore walked slowly, and he looked tired, like an old man overwhelmed by illness.

Linde gently stroked the phoenix feathers on his shoulder, "Professor."

"Ok?"

"Actually, I have a way to confirm history."

"No. No matter what you want to do, I can support it, but it can't be like this." Dumbledore shook his head, "That is more terrifying than history being tampered with, isn't it?"

"Yes." Linde nodded, "It's very scary."

"Then don't let us face such a terrible ending, okay?" Dumbledore's tone was very light, as if it was blown away by the wind, like a dandelion that never fell to the ground.

Linde looked into Dumbledore's sea-blue eyes. There was complex and unspeakable sadness and sorrow hidden in his old eyes. He was silent for a while and then said: "Professor, maybe I will find a better way in the future, so that the universe will always remember our name, so that the infinite distance and countless people are closely related to us. Please believe me, as always of."

After the iron-like silence, Dumbledore suddenly blinked mischievously, "I remember you are going to take the twelve OWLs exams, shouldn't it be time to review?"

Linde laughed relaxedly, and took off his hat chicly to the headmaster, the phoenix Fawkes flew up from his shoulder, and slid towards the tower.He also bids farewell to Dumbledore.

Hagrid didn't speak the whole way.It wasn't until Linde left that he clicked his tongue: "That horse is so beautiful."

Dumbledore agreed, "Indeed."

They all knew that Hagrid would be able to sleep peacefully when he returned.

Three days later, the Order of Merlin's second-class medal was sent to Lind in recognition of his outstanding contribution to the theory of transfiguration, but he rejected the medal and published an apology on "Transfiguration Today", He apologized for proposing the unfalsifiable theory of "Eternal Transfiguration", which was suspected of grandstanding, and decided to withdraw the original manuscript and revise it again.

In the end, after verification by the Merlin Sirens, it was still decided to award Linde the Second Class Medal.

……

After Linde returned to the castle, he made a special trip to find Harry, and wanted to have a private chat with him on the grounds of checking his study progress.

A lot of new pages have been added to the "Practical Guide", and it can be seen that Harry has also done some research on silent spellcasting.

This is the result of his hard work. In addition to his usual study, he also has to participate in Quidditch training after class. As the youngest Seeker in the team, he is highly expected by his classmates and doubted about his ability. In order to repay the trust of his teammates, Harry was always working hard.

Every time he returned to the study room exhausted, he wanted to fall asleep, relying on the alchemy potion made by Hermione to relieve his fatigue and refresh him. He just felt that time was too tight and he wished he could turn one day into forty-eight hours.

"Your progress is pretty good. As a young wizard in the first year, if you can do this, no matter how strict the professor is, you won't be able to find fault. I noticed that you are very concerned about black magic, which is not the field you should be involved in. "

Harry squeezed the "Guide" tightly and lowered his head without answering.

Linde has no discrimination against black magic, but these theories are indeed not suitable for ordinary people, let alone a child. He had seen from the prophecy that Harry delved into dark magic in order to resurrect his parents. As he continued to delve deeper into dark magic, the boy would become paranoid.

Black magic cannot revive a person, as Linde said long ago, at most it can only revive a thought body, even a broken body.However, for wizards who cannot master the eternal transformation technique, this is almost the only way.

"I know why you are so interested in black magic. Have you heard the legend of the three brothers?"

Harry shook his head.

"Then let me briefly summarize. The legend of the three brothers comes from "The Tales of Beedle the Bard". It tells the story of three brothers who each obtained three holy relics from the hand of death. These include the Elder Wand, the Invisibility Cloak and the Resurrection Stone. Among them, the resurrection stone has the power to bring the dead back to life."

Harry's eyes lit up.

"Just like the Philosopher's Stone is the crowning achievement of alchemy. From this specific perspective, the Resurrection Stone can also be regarded as the crowning achievement of black magic. But black magic cannot truly resurrect the dead. The wizard with the Resurrection Stone summoned the unfortunate The lover who died young found that there seemed to be a thick gauze curtain between them. The girl suffered in pain and begged the wizard to let her rest in peace. The beloved was beyond reach, and the wizard finally couldn't bear the torture and died. Chosen to commit suicide.”

Lind's words made the fire in Harry's eyes gradually extinguish, but soon it was rekindled.

"There must be a way." He muttered to himself.

"Harry." Lind reached out and patted his shoulder, making eye contact with him.

Sadness filled the boy's eyes.He just longs to be loved, and longs to use magic miracles in exchange for someone who loves him.Is this wrong?

"Harry, listen, I made a prophecy. This time the prophecy is different from the past, it is accurate. I foresee that the Death Eaters are gathering around their new master. That person is you, not Voldemort. By constantly devouring Horcrux, you became a more terrifying wizard than him when you were only thirteen years old. You had no interest in the power you had and only worked hard for the goal of resurrecting your loved ones in your heart. When you found that black magic could not satisfy When you wished, you found another way - you used a time turner to tamper with history."

Harry had that "okay okay, I know you're making it up again" look.

"Don't believe it? Okay. It seems I have to let you see that future with your own eyes." A magical light overflowed from Lind's eyes and pierced Harry's eyes. The boy suddenly fell straight down and fell asleep. In the deep dream, his body was still shaking.