The Return to Hogwarts

Chapter 825 Reincarnation

2024-03-25

“Death is not the end, but the beginning of another journey. This idea has a more specific explanation in the mysterious East, where people believe in ‘reincarnation’ and believe that after the end of life, the soul will be reborn, thus beginning another different life.”

Seemingly noticing Amosta watching him, Dumbledore, still gazing at the halo, wore a complex expression, and his voice, no longer clear, sounded aged.

"Do you think this is possible, Amosta?"

Amosta withdrew his gaze, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded.

"That's it."

Such certainty startled Dumbledore. He looked at the composed Amosta with slight surprise, momentarily unsure who was closer to death. Ultimately, however, he didn't ask Amosta the reason for his certainty, only expressing a slight sense of bewilderment.

"Is that so? A new life, a wonderful and beautiful concept. Do you really think it's possible for us to see those departed souls again?"

Amosta knew very well what Dumbledore was referring to, just like Snape, harboring an unresolved regret.

“That’s hard to say, Headmaster Dumbledore—” Amosta said after a moment’s thought.

"The earth we live on is not the center of the universe. This vast universe may contain many 'worlds'."

Within each world, there exist vast populations of life. Souls do not reside solely on this planet called Earth, where we coexist with Muggles. Reincarnation is a shortcut for us, so insignificant in the face of the vast universe, to traverse the endless sea of ​​stars. Therefore, the souls of those who have passed away around us may be right beside us, or they may be separated from us by the stars.

Amosta spoke calmly, and as he spoke casually, Dumbledore, who was staring at him, showed a subtle change in expression.

Dumbledore stared at Amostella as if he were seeing him for the first time. His deep blue eyes behind his half-moon glasses were filled with astonishment, just like the Muggle-born wizards seeing the majestic Hogwarts Castle standing amidst the mountains and black waters for the first time at the annual school opening ceremony. It was a world-shattering experience.

"What's wrong, Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Amosta seemed completely unaware of what he was saying, and instead expressed surprise at Dumbledore's emotional outburst.

A storm raged in Dumbledore's heart as he gazed intently at the outstanding young wizard beside him. No, "outstanding" was an understatement; Amosta's brilliance was unparalleled. Throughout the history of magic, his magical talent could perhaps only be matched by the four founders of Hogwarts a thousand years ago. Tom's abilities at his age were far inferior to Amosta's!

"Those worlds."

Dumbledore's voice was hoarse; he even had the illusion that he was now in a spirit body without any organs, yet his heart was beating.

"What kind of things are they, Amosta?"

"Who knows?"

Amosta smiled.

"Anything is possible, isn't it? If the universe is infinite, then theoretically, all sorts of forms of the world we imagine could exist."

"yes."

Dumbledore seemed to understand something.

“How wondrous. A soul traverses the sea of ​​stars, is reborn into a new world, and everything that happened in the past is discarded. Oh, do you think it's possible for memories to be preserved, Amosta?”

"Reincarnation means abandoning everything; retaining memories probably doesn't conform to the rules of the universe."

Amosta smiled.

"But perhaps there will be exceptions, right?"

Dumbledore's deep blue eyes were bright and piercing.

"Maybe--"

Seeing that Dumbledore's dejected state had dissipated, Amosta brought up the topic.

"It's all just speculation, isn't it? Oh, I think we shouldn't waste any more time."

Amosta turned to look behind him. The memories of Frank and Alice that he and Dumbledore had brought from the outside world were floating behind them, each spinning like a beautiful galaxy in the depths of space.

"Through the corridor, we need to send memories to the soul—"

As he spoke, Amosta raised his right hand and lifted one of the 'galaxies', looking slightly strained. It wasn't until Dumbledore lifted another galaxy that he understood the source of Amosta's strain.

In this magical place, memories seemed to gain weight, putting a certain pressure on Amosta and Dumbledore in their spiritual states.

The two people walking side by side were not talking. They were focused on moving forward. They were not walking fast, but the thin mist floating in this pure white world was rushing past them, making it seem astonishing that they had already traveled a long way.

The 'sun' in the far distance became clear within the field of vision.

It wasn't a single halo, but two halos emitting a soft white glow that were joined together, so that from a distance it looked like there was only one luminous body.

Upon crossing a certain boundary, Amosta and Dumbledore both stopped in their tracks.

The aura emanating from the halo, which was still some distance ahead of them, did not attract the surrounding clouds and mist, but it did interfere with Amosta and Dumbledore, as well as the memories they were holding up.

Upon reaching this point, Amosta finally breathed a sigh of relief, his expression becoming increasingly relaxed.

“From that Muggle Pastore, I roughly understand that individual differences come from two parts. One part is the soul, and each individual’s soul is unique, possessing different radiance. The experiences that come into being will cause the soul to develop different personalities.”

As Amosta spoke, he released the grip on the memory, letting the 'galaxy' drift freely toward the halo, and Dumbledore followed suit.

"If we only send memories into Frank and Alice's minds, then they will remain just memories forever. But by connecting memories with the soul through the Soul Corridor, the soul will give birth to a brand new personality in the Sea of ​​the Mind. This is my speculation."

Dumbledore nodded slightly, watching the two galaxies gradually approach each other under the pull of the halo, and finally, like stars captured by a black hole, they were completely swallowed up.

The wait didn't last long.

A gentle breeze suddenly stirred in the illusory corridor of souls. Under the gaze of the two, the still white radiance emanating from the halo suddenly began to flow like ripples on water. The gray hole at the center of the radiance also began to ripple, as if something was brewing, and the fluctuations grew more and more intense.

Boom!

In an instant, two torrents of vibrant colors surged forth from the gray hole, heading straight back the way Amos Tower and Dumbledore had come, and the tranquil Soul Corridor underwent a subtle change at this moment. It was hard to describe, as if it were filled with vitality.

The torrent reached the beginning of the Soul Corridor in the blink of an eye, piercing through it and plunging into an equally pure and flawless space. Dumbledore gazed into the distance at what seemed like a world beyond the gap formed after space shattered. After a moment's thought, he understood—that was Alice's mental world, which he had just arrived in.

It was as if the sky had shattered, and the Milky Way was pouring down on the earth.

The pure and flawless space of the mind is rippling again, and a brand new, unpolluted ocean of the mind is forming!

Every inch of the surrounding space was filled with a faint atmosphere of cheering and jubilation, as if the soul itself was celebrating the body's return to normal.

"Based on what you said in Professor Moody's class, Amosta, you believe the Killing Curse is attacking the Soul Corridor we're currently in?"

Dumbledore asked.

I think so--

Amosta nodded.

"As for Horcruxes, to be honest, this magic is much more profound. Only by analyzing the soul itself to a certain extent can one possibly split the soul."

Voldemort will never know what he has given up.

Looking around at the vibrant Corridor of Souls, Dumbledore said with delight that he seemed to sense the growing Sea of ​​the Soul reviving the consciousness of the subject.

"Let's go."

Dumbledore smiled and said,

"Alice and Frank must have many questions waiting for us to answer."

Chapter 826 Family

2024-03-26

As dawn breaks in the east, the gentle spring breeze gradually awakens the sleeping city.

The exact founding date of St. Mungo's Hospital for the Wounded and Injured is now impossible to determine. It is only known that it was founded by Mungo Bohan in the early 16th or 17th century. Initially, it was just a small hospital consisting of a few old brick buildings.

As Mungo Bohan's superb healing skills grew, the reputation of this magical injury hospital became increasingly renowned, and more and more like-minded wizards joined Bohan's team. After its fame spread, many people traveled from afar to be treated for injuries and illnesses caused by various magical accidents.

With the vigorous promotion of these recovered patients, the reputation of Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Illnesses gradually spread throughout the British magical world. The hospital expanded rapidly and eventually gained the recognition of the Ministry of Magic, which bestowed upon it a 'holy name'.

Kobohan made a mistake in establishing this hospital.

To avoid Muggles, he initially chose a remote area outside London to build the hospital. However, the expansion of Muggles far exceeded his expectations. By the time the wizards realized what was happening, the hospital they trusted was already surrounded by Muggle buildings.

This resulted in St. Mungo's, which needed to create a peaceful environment for patients, not being able to find a piece of land to build a garden with fresh air, and all patients had to stay in cramped and suffocating wards.

Perhaps to completely isolate the daily activities of Muggles from interfering with the wizards in their convalescence, while also taking into account the patients' need to bask in the sun, all the windows in the wards were set high on the walls. So, by the time the sunlight streaming into the room through the windows, which were about the same size as the observation windows on the doors, reached Neville's face, it was already broad daylight.

In the golden light, Neville's eyelashes fluttered, and he uttered a few indistinct murmurs.

Sitting on a low stool with your face pressed against the hospital bed while taking a nap is definitely not a comfortable experience, and it can't compare to the four-poster beds at Hogwarts at all.

So when Neville first tried to lift his head and get up, the stinging pain in his shoulders and neck, and the soreness in his waist and legs, pressed him firmly to the bench, unable to move.

After struggling for a while, Neville, still half asleep, finally stood up unsteadily, but his terrible sleeping posture from the night left him feeling dizzy, his vision blurry, and his stomach churning with nausea.

But thanks to the physical training he received in PE class, the discomfort in his body receded like a tide after he regained consciousness, and Neville finally realized that the ward was unusually quiet.

Realizing that Neville had blinked hard to clear his vision, he gasped in surprise when he saw the empty bed in front of him.

"mom!"

Then, Neville suddenly turned to look at the hospital bed behind him, which was also empty.

Not only that, but Professor Black, who insisted on coming to take care of his parents after learning that they were about to receive treatment, the female Auror named Tonks, and Hermione were also not in the ward.

clang-

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Neville seemed to realize what had happened. His violent movement overturned the stool, and he jumped directly over his mother's hospital bed, his face pale, and rushed towards the door.

However, when Neville's hand touched the slightly cold doorknob, he recoiled as if burned and took several steps back.