The Return to Hogwarts

This is probably why Frank Longbottom's personality changed so drastically after his injury!

Amosta surveyed his surroundings, gazing upon this brutal mental world filled with rage and malice, silently mourning its impending purification and destruction of Frank Longbottom's remaining personality.

"Say goodbye to the past, Frank. But you will be reborn."

Amosta murmured, and then his figure gradually faded into the background and finally disappeared completely.

The moment Amosta disappeared, Frank's turbulent inner world suddenly began to shake even more violently, as if an invisible behemoth was about to descend upon this place, its own 'gravity' shaking everything.

As if at the beginning of creation, a point of pure white light appeared above the nearly depleted sea of ​​the mind. The light was not intense, but rather incredibly gentle. However, this triggered fear in everything that originally existed within the mind's world!

The deep, ominous sky began to stir. Every second, several fireballs, accompanied by sharp whistles, burst forth from the void. These fireballs no longer rushed towards the ocean, but instead surged and crushed towards the newly formed, milky-white halo suspended in mid-air. At the same time, the sea of ​​the mind, floating with firelight, also churned, wave after wave, each more magnificent than the last, surging into the sky and crashing down upon the halo!

However, just as Amosta first entered Pastore's inner world.

Simple spiritual power and magic cannot eradicate the evil thoughts that ravage the mind and have polluted the surface of the soul. These evil thoughts, intertwined with memories, also cannot interfere with higher-level powers.

And fearing the consequences of disappearing, the spontaneously acting sea of ​​the mind is equally powerless to interfere!

The scene of the world collapsing shook the soul, attempting to erase the white halo that seemed to exist in another world, but to no avail. The halo continued to grow, from a nascent point of light to a moon-like disc.

Within the milky white halo is one.

It's hard to describe Amosta's current form. He is no longer human, but a small snake made of solid light, with black and white wings on his back and a head that resembles both a dragon and a snake.

Tengshe (螣蛇).

He seemed to resemble his guardian deity, a magical creature originating from the mysterious East, possessing immense power, but now long extinct.

Slowly, Amosta opened his purple eyes and twisted his body unnaturally. Although it was the second time, he was not used to this posture and found it very difficult to control.

After struggling for a long time in a mental world devoid of time, Amosta finally managed to fully stretch out his curled-up body. He gazed into a mental world that resembled an apocalyptic realm, his pure purple eyes utterly calm—a tranquility that would not waver even in the face of the end of all things.

call.

The Teng Snake flapped its wings, and an invisible yet substantial current of energy surged forth. The fireballs and oceans that it brushed over, and even the dark colors of space itself, completely disappeared, turning into flawless white, just like an eraser rolling over a piece of white paper with a pencil drawing.

This airflow was so resilient that it swiftly traveled through every space of the boundless spiritual world. Wherever it passed, everything was purified, leaving no trace. The dim world became almost visibly clear and bright.

But this seemed to have taken a heavy toll on Amosta; his body curled up again, fatigue showing in his flawless purple eyes, and he even yawned.

At the same time, his physical presence was also becoming ethereal, as if he couldn't wait to fall into a deep sleep.

It wasn't a matter of one growing stronger than the other; both the Teng Snake and the embers that polluted the spiritual world were weakening. After the last speck of dust dissipated in this pure and flawless spiritual world, the Teng Snake disappeared, and Amosta, who was in the ward, opened her eyes.

Chapter 824 Soul Corridor

2024-03-25

The moment the familiar scene of the ward reappeared before his eyes, Amosta's body suddenly swayed. A weariness rising from his soul made him desperately want to lie down and fall asleep. Just as he was about to stagger and fall, a strong and powerful hand supported his arm.

"Oh, thank you--"

Amostella blinked laboriously, looking at Dumbledore, who had somehow already finished his 'job'.

“Frank is a wizard, so completely erasing everything from his mind is more difficult than erasing Pastore, that Muggle. It requires more soul power. My soul is not as resilient as yours.”

“No need to be modest, Amosta. At your age, I can do far less than you.”

Dumbledore's eyes showed signs of fatigue again, making him appear several years older than before. However, compared to Amostella's frailty, he looked much better. He breathed slightly and smiled at Amostella.

"Moreover, just like the inactive magic that has accumulated in my body, a resilient soul cannot make me more destructive than you."

"I'd also like to say that to you, Headmaster Dumbledore,"

Amostella took a prepared potion from her pocket, handed one to Dumbledore, and smiled, saying...

"No need to be humble."

In the chaotic hospital room, Alice and Frank remained fast asleep.

But their sleeping expressions were completely different from before. They were no longer trapped in nightmares, their withered faces etched with inescapable pain, but rather as peaceful as infants, their breathing steady.

To Dumbledore's surprise, Alice and Frank's complexions were much better than before, as if some inexplicable force was nourishing their decaying bodies.

"After freeing themselves from the nightmares of the mind, the power of the soul can smoothly establish a connection with the body, and in a sense, they have already become healthy."

Amostella drank the potion, which was filled with many silvery mayflies, and rested for a few minutes with his eyes closed. When he opened his eyes again, he looked much better. He noticed the surprise in Dumbledore's eyes and said in a soothing tone.

“If we stop on step two, Amosta, then Frank and Alice…”

"They can still wake up."

Amosta's gaze fell, looking down at the two bodies that were regaining their vitality.

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

In fact, the current situation is good enough for Alice and Frank; at least they don't have to suffer anymore.

This spiritual purification took far longer than ever before, and now, the night was at its most desolate before dawn.

"Ensuring absolute certainty is the most important thing, Amosta—"

Seeing Amostella's obvious fatigue, Dumbledore said with concern,

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

"Let's end this tonight."

Amosta shook his head, rejecting Dumbledore's suggestion.

"The most difficult step is over. What follows will be much simpler. I no longer need to force my soul power; I only need to use my mental power to send the organized memories into the 'Soul Corridor'."

The atmosphere in the ward, which had relaxed somewhat, became tense again.

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

Frank and Alice trembled slightly, and slowly, they floated up from their respective hospital beds. Under Amosta's control, the two floated above the Pensieve and unconsciously linked hands.

“The Longbottoms had a deep bond, and their souls were intimately connected. This close connection should help their souls more easily accept the memories that had been connected.”

Amosta offered an explanation, and then the tip of his staff traced afterimages in the dark air.

A gentle breeze suddenly stirred in the ward, and an ominous magical aura enveloped Amosta. Furthermore, her well-proportioned figure radiated a dim white light, causing the space to tremble slightly under its illumination.

Amos Tower's changes caused Dumbledore, who had been observing, to frown inwardly. But upon closer examination, he realized that Amos Tower was using the Blood Curse to 'deal with' Frank and Alice's souls.

As expected, as beams of light rushed into the bodies of the Longbottoms, their sleeping bodies quietly underwent a change. A substance, transparent like a ghost and in a gaseous-liquid state like a memory, clung to the contours of their bodies and rippled slightly.

"Dumbledore!"

Amosta gave a low shout, startling Dumbledore, who was slightly lost in thought.

As Dumbledore raised his wand dramatically, the memories that were about to overflow from the Pensieve suddenly surged up. A few seconds later, the memories, like a galaxy of countless starlight, broke free from the Pensieve's restraints and split into two distinct bands of light in mid-air.

Without Amosta needing to remind him further, the light in Dumbledore's azure eyes sharpened, and together with Amosta, the two simultaneously summoned their Patronus and infused them with their own thoughts.

The ancient Teng Snake and Phoenix soared into the sky, each grabbing a silver band of light, and then swooped down towards Alice and Frank, who were enveloped in a layer of silvery smoke!

It was as if they were piercing through a swiftly flowing underground river. The resistance they encountered was beyond Amosta and Dumbledore's imagination. Fortunately, their mental strength was on a level far superior to that of the newly born Frank and Alice. The phoenix and the serpent went against the current, and soon, a flawless white light appeared in the dark world.

hum!

As they passed through the hole formed by the white light, Amosta and Dumbledore's consciousnesses were momentarily thrown into chaos. When they regained their senses, they had already reverted to their human forms.

"This is--"

Even though he had witnessed too many mysteries that ordinary wizards could not reach, Dumbledore was still in a daze when the scene before him came into view, while Amostella, who had already experienced it once in Pastore, seemed relatively calm.

Now, the two stand in a white, bright mist, endless, like the chaotic scene before the creation of heaven and earth.

It seemed to be in the far distance, yet not so far away, that there was a huge source of light radiating a warm glow, but it was still in a hazy state.

How do I get there?

Just as this question arose in Dumbledore's mind, the drifting white mist around him suddenly dispersed, and a straight white road appeared beneath his feet.

"Wow, that's amazing!"

Dumbledore clicked his tongue in admiration.

"If I'm not mistaken, we should be exploring the mysteries of death?"

“I call this place the ‘Corridor of Souls’,”

Amosta said

“I believe this is the passage connecting the soul and the body, and that light source... that may be the origin of the soul.”

Dumbledore gazed thoughtfully at the source of the light, which was not glaring.

“That looks like a passage. What do you think would happen if we went through it?”

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

Amosta guessed.

"But there is a greater possibility that we will walk the path to death."

"Oh, really?"

Dumbledore chuckled softly.

"How amusing. We didn't suffer a fatal blow, but instead walked straight down the road to death."

Amos Tower turned to look at Dumbledore and saw a hint of longing in those clear, azure eyes—a longing for death, or perhaps a longing for liberation.