Hogwarts Homecoming

The moment the familiar scene in the ward appeared in his eyes again, Amosta's body suddenly swayed, and the tiredness rising from his soul made him desperately want to lie down and fall asleep, but just as he When he was about to fall, a strong hand held his arm.

"Oh, thanks--"

Amosta blinked hard and looked at Dumbledore, who had finished his 'job' at some point.

"Frank is a wizard. It is more difficult to completely erase everything in his spiritual world than Pastore's Muggle. It requires more soul power. My soul is not as tough as yours."

"There is no need to be humble, Amosta. At your age, what I can do is far inferior to you."

Dumbledore's brows once again looked tired, which even made him look a few years older than before. However, compared to Amosta's weakness, he looked much better. He panted slightly and said to Amosta. Mosta smiled,

"And, just like the inactivated magic accumulated in my body, a tough soul does not allow me to cause more damage than you."

"The words I just said are also for you, Principal Dumbledore,"

Amosta took out the prepared potion from his pocket, handed one to Dumbledore, smiled and said,

"No need to be humble."

In a messy ward, Alice and Frank are still asleep.

But their sleeping appearance was completely different from before. They were not in deep sleep, with their haggard faces engraved with inescapable pain, but as peaceful as babies, with steady breathing.

What surprised Dumbledore was that Alice and Frank looked much better than before, as if there was an inexplicable power nourishing their declining bodies.

"After getting rid of the nightmare in the soul, the power of the soul can smoothly establish a connection with the body. To a certain extent, they have become healthy."

After drinking the potion with many silver ephemerals floating in it, Amosta closed his eyes and rested for a few minutes. When he opened his eyes again, he looked much better. He noticed the surprise in Dumbledore's eyebrows. , said in a soothing tone.

"If we stop going to step two, Amosta, then Frank and Alice."

"They can still wake up."

Amosta lowered his eyes, looking down at the two bodies that were rejuvenating.

"But they will be like babies, knowing nothing about this world. Forget themselves; forget their families; forget magic. They need to learn from scratch, understand everything about this world, grow slowly, and after many years, finally mature. .”

In fact, the current state is good enough for Alice and Frank. At least, they don't have to suffer.

This time the spiritual purification took far longer than before. At this moment, the night has reached the most desolate moment before dawn.

"The most important thing is to make sure nothing goes wrong, Amosta——"

Looking at Amosta who couldn't hide his tiredness, Dumbledore said with concern,

"Maybe we should all take a break to make sure the next step doesn't go wrong."

"Let this end tonight."

Amosta shook his head and rejected Dumbledore's suggestion.

"The most difficult step has passed, and the next step will be much easier. I no longer need to forcefully use the power of the soul. I only need to use my mental power to send the organized memories into the 'soul corridor'."

In the ward, the atmosphere became tense again after some relaxation.

Amosta looked at Frank and Alice, who were sleeping peacefully, took a deep breath, and the next second, he raised his wand.

Frank and Alice's bodies trembled slightly, and slowly, they floated up from their respective beds. Under Amosta's control, the two floated above the pensieve, and unconsciously held hands with each other. .

"The Longbottoms have a deep relationship, and their souls are also close to each other. If they are close to each other, it should help the two souls accept the connected memories more easily."

Amosta explained, and then the tip of the staff drew afterimages in the dark air.

Suddenly there was a breeze in the ward, and an unknown magic power lingered around Amosta, and his well-proportioned figure radiated a white light mixed with darkness. Under this light, the space began to shake slightly. With.

Amosta's changes made Dumbledore, who had been observing, frown secretly, but after careful consideration, he understood that Amosta was using the Blood Curse to 'deal with' Frank and Alice. soul.

Sure enough, as rays of light rushed into the bodies of the Longbottoms, their sleeping bodies quietly underwent some kind of change. A substance that was as transparent as a ghost and in a gas-liquid state like a memory, fitted to their bodies. The outline is slightly rippling.

"Dumbledore!"

Amosta shouted, waking up Dumbledore who was slightly in a trance.

As Dumbledore raised his wand sharply, the memories that were about to overflow in the Pensieve suddenly surged up. After a few seconds, the memories like a galaxy of countless stars broke away from the shackles of the Pensieve and divided into distinct fragments in mid-air. Two strips of light.

No need for Amosta to remind him, the light in Dumbledore's blue pupils became sharper. Together with Amosta, the two of them summoned their patron saints at the same time and injected thoughts into them.

The ancient snake and phoenix rushed into the air, each holding a silver strip of light in their mouths, and then dived towards Alice and Frank respectively, who were wrapped in a layer of silvery smoke!

It was as if they were penetrating an underground river with fast currents. The oncoming resistance was beyond Amosta and Dumbledore's imagination, but fortunately, the mental strength of the two people was lower than that of the newborn Frank and Alice. Striking at the level, the phoenix and the tan snake went upstream, and soon, a flawless white light appeared in the dark world.

Buzz!

Penetrating the hole constructed by the white light, Amostar and Dumbledore's consciousness fell into chaos for an instant, and when they came back to their senses, they had already returned to human form.

"This is--"

Even though he had seen too many mysteries beyond the reach of ordinary wizards, Dumbledore still fell into a trance when the scene in front of him fell into his eyes. However, Amosta, who had already experienced it once with Pastore, saw this. It seemed quite peaceful.

Now, the two people stood in a white, bright mist. It was endless, like a chaotic scene before the world opened.

It seemed that far away, yet not far away, there was a huge light source emitting warm radiance, but it was still in a hazy state.

How to get there?

As soon as this confusion arose in Dumbledore's mind, the free white mist around him suddenly dispersed, and a straight white road appeared under his feet.

"Oh, this is amazing"

Dumbledore sighed in admiration,

"If I guess correctly, we should be exploring the mystery of death?"

"I call this place the 'Soul Corridor,'"

Amosta said,

"I think this is the passage between the soul and the body, the light source. That may be the origin of the soul."

Staring at the light source that was not dazzling, Dumbledore thought thoughtfully.

"That looks like a passage, what do you think would happen if we went through it?"

"This is the most mysterious field of magic. No one can give an accurate answer. Well, I think, if the situation is optimistic, maybe our consciousness here will be assimilated or dissolved."

Amosta guessed,

"But the greater possibility is that we will be on the road to death."

"Oh, really?"

Dumbledore chuckled softly,

"It's funny. Instead of getting a fatal blow, we went straight to death."

Amosta turned his head and looked at Dumbledore, and saw a trace of desire in those clear blue pupils. It seemed that he was longing for death, or for liberation?