The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

South West England, Godric's Hollow. This quiet little village is quite well known in the wizarding world because Godric Gryffindor, one of the original founders of Hogwarts, was born here. Also buried here are members of the Peverell family, bearers of the Deathly Hallows' Cloak of Invisibility.

In the last century, Dumbledore and his family lived in seclusion here, and the village witnessed the friendship of two amazing young wizards. Dumbledore's sister Ariana was also killed here.

Twelve years ago, Voldemort came here and killed the Potters. To this day, there is still a monument on the square in the center of the village to commemorate the unfortunate Potter family.

James Potter will never forget how he returned to the world.

He walked through the long curtain of death, saw the young man with the Resurrection Stone smiling at him, and for a moment Jaime thought he saw Death.

"I thought you'd be wearing a hooded robe and a scythe in your hand. At least that's what it says in The Tale of the Three Brothers. But I guess seeing is believing, so, Lord Death, where are you going to take me?" "

Linde said dumbfoundingly: "Please see clearly, I am a living person."

"Huh? I'm so sorry, sorry, who are you? Where am I?"

James' spirit looked around. This was the living room of his house. There were slender branches of ivy protruding through the cracks in the doors and windows. Make an open space for placing a huge cauldron.

"I'm Linde, just call me De Lin. Mr. James Potter, I heard that you have extraordinary attainments in charms and alchemy, and it happens that Hogwarts is carrying out a secret project , I need the help of a wizard with extraordinary skills like you." The transfer student nodded politely, "In exchange, I can perfectly resurrect you. Let you set foot on the land of the living again."

James had a strange expression on his face. He muttered, "Resurrection? Is it real or not? Are wizards so powerful now? How many years have I been dead?"

"It's 1993."

"That's twelve years, Merlin's beard, not too long." A sad look flashed across James' face, "De Lin, do you know my wife Lily? Did she survive?"

"Unfortunately. She did not survive Voldemort's attack. Your son Harry did, however, and apparently Mrs. Potter's love, turned into a protective spell, deflected the Killing Curse on Voldemort, bringing him It became a remnant soul. This also created the Boy Who Lived."

James cursed Voldemort for being a noseless bastard, and thanked Merlin for Harry's survival. Finally, he begged: "Then you resurrect Lily. She is actually a very powerful witch, proficient in spells and alchemy, I guarantee you , she knows nothing less than me."

Linde kept a straight face, so as not to laugh, and said seriously: "That's not allowed, Mr. Potter. But think about the best of everything, as long as you are resurrected, you can find a way to take your wife back from the hand of death."

This proposal lifted James' spirits. He nodded repeatedly and said, "I accept your deal."

"I also need to remind you that before completing the secret work at Hogwarts, you must not reveal your true identity, so as not to cause unnecessary panic. If you reveal your identity, then our agreement will be terminated." Linde pretended Acting inhumanely.

"It sounds strange, but it's reasonable, I promise you."

Jaime watched as Lind dropped a small fingerbone into the huge cauldron, and the potion began to boil.

"In Celtic legend, there is such a main god." Linde explained to James while manipulating the resurrection ceremony of the crucible, "His name is Dagda, he has a magic cauldron, and he pours out food continuously. In Mabinogion there is a magical cauldron that can bring the dead back to life."

James nodded, "I've heard of it. So is this cauldron the legendary Dagda's cauldron?"

"No. It's just that I put some magic on the crucible, which is also a necessary part of the resurrection ceremony."

"I remember."

Hot smoke was blowing from the cauldron, and afterward, a newborn human body floated up from the boiling water.

"Go quickly." Linde urged, "This body can be regarded as the original product, even the genes are exactly the same. But I guarantee that it will be better than your old body, brand new and unworn."

James exclaimed: "I thought I already knew something about magic. This is a miracle." He threw himself into the cauldron, and when he touched the boiling liquid, he felt the icy coldness that froze his soul for an instant. The illusion of crossing the river Styx. James vaguely saw a crooked old man wearing a hood looming in the mist. The man was holding a huge scythe, trying to hook the dead soul away, but he couldn't touch James anyway.

The dead soul merged with the newborn body, all the medicinal juice evaporated, and the illusion of the Styx in front of him was also shattered without a trace.

Jaime crawled out over the edge of the cauldron, just in time for Lindt tossed a bathrobe on him.

"You may not believe it, but I really saw Death just now."

"I believe." Linde responded casually, "This god of death doesn't like me very much. But don't worry about him making trouble."

The transfer student winked at the reborn James Potter and said gently, "Because he can't beat me."

"I don't know why, but you make people feel safe. By the way, how old are you?" James carelessly put his hands on his hips, looking around the sad mansion, feeling sad for a moment, and then immediately cheered up.

"Between eighteen and one trillion years old." Linde shrugged, "What's your plan next? Why don't you go to Diagon Alley to buy some clothes, but you can't go out with this face."

The wizard stretched out his hand in front of James' eyes, and the man's tough and handsome appearance immediately became mediocre, his messy black hair turned gray, and his brown eyes turned sea blue.

"Well, much better. Now you don't have to worry about being recognized by Snape."

"Snape?! The snotty one?"

Linde laughed strangely, "Yes, the Potions professor at Hogwarts. You will become close colleagues for a while."

"Merlin's stinky socks, I'd better go back to the grave." James groaned while resting his forehead.

"Think about Mrs. Zun, she is still waiting for you to save her in the kingdom of the underworld."

As soon as these words came out, James' eyes instantly became firm.

...

The second floor of the White Tower.

The newcomer James Potter stared closely at the picture in the magnifying glass, and Dumbledore pointed out for him the ganglion that needed to be cut. This scene is a bit like a group of doctors discussing treatment plans around the operating table, except that the doctors wear white coats, and these wizards wear beak doctors that are closer to the Middle Ages.

"You have to be quick and quick, don't hesitate." Professor Flitwick was worried, so he pointed out from the side.

"Tell me in advance, what if I break it?" James was not nervous at all surrounded by so many professors, and he was still joking.

The old bat said nonchalantly: "Then you will waste a bottle of white moss potion."

"You're in charge of making the medicine." James shrugged.

"That's right, so you'd better not add more work to me."

Flitwick said in relief, "Don't pay too much attention to what Severus said, he's just a bit serious."

James smiled and said, "I'll try to be as considerate of him as possible." He took out his wand, pointed it at the magnifying glass, and said: [Torn apart]

Hundreds of nerve ganglia in the picture snapped.

"Precise!" Flitwick applauded him.

"Minerva," Dumbledore reminded, "while it's here."

Before the Celestial cells healed themselves, Professor McGonagall used the deformation technique to reconnect the fractures in a specific order, and a new neural circuit was created.

James said excitedly: "It's not difficult."

"It's a good thing to be motivated, Mr. Huck." Professor Geller said with a smile, "Then before dawn, let's complete the structure of the neural network in area A0004."

"a piece of cake!"

The surrounding professors looked at the newcomer with pity.

That night, James cast [Fragmentation] more than 1,400 times, Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore took turns casting Transfiguration, and he fought alone. When the sun's rays came in the next day, James' eyes had grown numb.

"I...I want to go back to the grave..." He shook his painful head, encouraging himself, "No, for Lily's sake, I have to persevere."