Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 726 Mother and Son Meet
Harry understood the truth about why all users of the Resurrection Stone would die.

Because if it is not used by the heir, then the resurrection that allows the soul to return to the world for a short time is not a recall.

But become one of them.

He wasn't calling them here; they were calling him away.

At that time, the user is equivalent to entering the realm of the dead.

The dead appear on their own initiative because of their love for the living.

Or it could be the living specifying the dead person they want to see.

Their souls don't really appear.
What appears is their projection, their true thoughts about this afterlife.

And the truth is what hurts the most.

You will become aware of one fact.

The beauty of the afterlife; death is not a loss, but a gain.

A reunion with lost friends.

The separation brought by death will sooner or later be eliminated because of your attachment to the death of others.

What's worse is that when you use the Resurrection Stone, your surroundings become the interface between the afterlife and the real world.

As a wizard, you can clearly feel the beauty of summoning and death.

This resurrection stone is actually more like an advertisement for the afterlife.

"And I'm different." Harry took a deep breath.

The Resurrection Stone seemed to have sensed its master's choice.

After rubbing against its owner reluctantly like a little animal, it broke away from his palm and began to rotate on its own.

The surrounding environment changes.

The bumpy dirt road began to become smooth.

The faint sounds of wind and insects that I had noticed before because of my overly sensitive senses also disappeared.

Became silent.

It was as if he had chosen to be in the dream world again, on the smooth platform before Ryan spoke.

But there was something different, a bright mist appeared.

But this fog was different from the fog he had seen before. It was not that the surrounding scenery was shrouded in cloud-like vapor, but that the cloud-like vapor had not yet formed the surrounding scenery.

The feel of the soles of my feet has also changed.

He was sure that he was standing on a flat surface, a flat surface he had never felt before.

No matter how flat the plane of the real world is, it cannot give him this feeling.

It was white, neither hot nor cold, just a presence, a flat, empty thing.

However, he was not alarmed by all this strangeness.

On the contrary, he was calmer.

He is in better condition now than when he was in the old Gaunt house.

Everything around him seemed to be subordinate to him.

The reason why he did nothing was because his intuition told him that it was unnecessary.

After a brief moment of surprise, he stared at the rotating Resurrection Stone again.

As the speed increased, he found that wisps of cloud-like steam, the same as the surrounding environment, were pouring out.

Just as he thought, as the steam increased, the scenery began to take shape.

There was more and more to see, first the sunlight, then a huge round glass roof that sparkled in the sunlight.

The surroundings were no longer quiet, and the dirty sound of trains appeared.

He began to turn around, and the surrounding scenery seemed to appear before his eyes.

A vast space, bright and clean, a hall much larger than the auditorium, with a clear glass dome above it.

It's like King's Cross Station.

It was just that it had never been so deserted as it was here. He was the only one there.

Moreover, the train tracks were filled with this strange steam-like fog.

There was nothing but the sound of a train coming this way.

But he could feel that the train in the strange fog was coming towards him.

This feeling is very real.

Even more accurate than his senses which were now sharper than an eagle's.

It was as if there was an invisible plastic rope connecting him and the thing that should be a train, and it was becoming looser as the "dirty, dirty, dirty" sound approached.

After a long time, or perhaps no time at all, on the train tracks, in the thin mist, a crimson steam locomotive stopped beside the empty platform.

A sign on the train read: LITTLE HANGLETON, 14:00.

Harry looked back and saw that where the ticket gate had been was now a wrought iron archway with the words: Platform 9.

The thick smoke from the steam locomotives lingered over the empty hall, which was no different from King's Cross Station except for the disappearance of the chattering crowd.

But Harry didn't care now, the strand of fiery red hair sticking out from the car window had attracted all his attention.

He ran directly towards the wrought iron archway, and the resurrection stone of the floating autobiography followed suit.

He rushed onto the train, ran through one empty carriage after another, and came to the carriage at the end of the train where he had just seen the fiery red hair in his memory.

He was very sure that he had not taken the wrong path. As he got closer, the distance between him and the Resurrection Stone gradually shortened.

It seemed to become scorching hot, and the air around it seemed to be burned and deformed.

Harry knocked cautiously. The sliding door swung open from the inside with a clang.

That's his mother!

She sat there sideways, looking very young.
With a beaming smile on her face and her long hair pulled back,
Those green eyes, identical to Harry's, studied Harry's face hungrily, as if they could never see enough.

Lily whispered, "You're amazing! I heard you're married? And you have a child with Molly?"

"How did you know?" Harry slowly approached, sat next to his mother, and tentatively touched her hand.

Her hands were very warm, as if filled with the scent of sunshine.

“The world of the dead is vast, yet very connected.

James and I are in almost constant contact with new members who have just entered our world.

We also got a lot of information from them.”

At this point, her smile gradually faded.
"A lonely, abused childhood,
After entering Hogwarts, he became a big hit.
Defeat Voldemort again, become friends with the young boy from the Malfoy family, get engaged to Ginny, and become a warrior of Hogwarts.

The forbidden fruit at the Halloween party. And the superb transformation at the recent competition.

I know all this.

I just realized now that Severus is an undercover agent.
Ever since she was a student (this is what was published in the Daily Prophet in this world line, and she thought it was true).

James also said he would be very bad to you.

But James was obviously wrong.

I learned from Wade in Yorkshire, whose grandson is also a student at Hogwarts, that Severus is very fond of you."

"Mom, let's go." Harry interrupted quickly for the sake of his father, whom he had never met since he was conscious.

He felt that if he continued, something would be wrong.

"Harry, I'm not going to be resurrected." Seeing Harry was very anxious, Lily made a gesture to shut up and continued, "You don't know that you will have a brighter future in our world.

If you resurrect me, you want to get—"

“I know, isn’t it just becoming the god of death?

Now that I possess the power of the Resurrection Stone, I am only one step away from that position.

Even if I change the final destination to your world, I can ascend directly to the throne of God now.

But I don't need it!" Harry held the Resurrection Stone, and the divine power that defied death began to take effect.

On the sign, at the terminal, the words "Little Hangleton" gradually distorted and became "Hogwarts".

(End of this chapter)