The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

The White Pagoda was shrouded in a dead atmosphere, and the thunder and lightning in the sky reached the ears of the wizards in the tower, and it became as distant as the echo of a valley.

The scythe of the God of Death was like thunder and lightning, a cold light flashed, and the roar of the explosion was long overdue. The sickle had already been raised, but it was unknown when it would come down.

The brief silence in the middle made people feel anxious, and the fear couldn't be further increased.

"Dumbledore, what should we do?" James asked shakily. He looked around and found that everyone except Dumbledore was trembling uncontrollably.

Fear is the instinctive reaction of a mortal body facing the incarnation of death, just like the arrector pili muscles that bulge out in the cold weather, like sweat flowing in the scorching heat, independent of will.

When they found that their bodies were so humble in the face of death, they vaguely realized what a stupid choice it was to fight against the god of death.

Dumbledore held the Elder Wand, Sauron was filled with divine power, and the Dark Lord whispered in his ear, sending out depraved temptations and ridicules. This involved a large part of his attention, and this state could not last long, otherwise it might lead to a shift in personality.

"Wait a little longer." Dumbledore reluctantly said, he knew nothing about the God of Death, and the entire wizarding world always thought that the God of Death was just a legend.

According to legend, as long as you collect all three Deathly Hallows, you can become the master of Death. When he was young, Grindelwald relied on the power of the holy artifact to sweep the magic world. Dumbledore once owned the Invisibility Cloak and held the Elder Wand, their powers are indeed magical and unique.

But when they faced the real god of death, they realized that the power of the holy artifact was just a toy made by the gods. The Elder Wand is a branch broken off by Death, the Resurrection Stone is a gravel picked up by Death, and the Invisibility Cloak is Death's cloak.

It is very difficult to defeat him, or just to push back death.

Another flash of thunder flashed, briefly tearing the curtain of darkness in the tower.

Lily said suddenly: "He has no shadow!"

The Grim Reaper stopped in place like a sculpture, holding a sickle in both hands. He was there, but he had no substance, because death was everywhere, and what everyone saw was just an illusion, just like a dying person seeing that The ghost who extradites the soul of the dead is general.

Sirius was in the worst state. He had been in Azkaban for twelve years, and he was sinking into a near-death situation every day. His mental state had been completely distorted. Facing the god of death, his taut strings broke instantly.

"Do something! Do something! Kill him! [shattered body]!"

"No!" Everyone exclaimed, but they couldn't stop Sirius from launching the spell.

The scarlet spell illuminated all around, but it just went straight through the body of Death, which seemed to disturb the great Him. Everyone saw that the raised sickle slowly fell.

Dumbledore yelled: "Purify unclean!"

The blazing light presented a cone-shaped fan, and it was suddenly splashed out. The god of death was bathed in strong light, but he was not affected in any way. Death is never unclean, it always comes with dignity and splendor.

Everyone's hearts sank, as if the sickle was unstoppable.

hiss--

It was as if a thin wind came from the hills at the end of the ages, pierced through the earholes, and tore away a strand of the wizard's soul.

Death came. There are no bells, drums or horns, just a short whistle.

Like Quidditch, life disappears in the sky like a golden snitch.

Grindelwald raised his palm, and the vampire's immortal body was weathering into ashes.

Sirius and Lupine fell to the ground, in agony. One let out a nervous wail, like the wailing of a mental patient before death. A decaying white wolf fur protruded from its body, and every sob that spewed out of its throat was weak, just like an old wolf that had died of exhaustion.

Scarlet liquid oozes from the bodies of Lily and James, and the flesh and blood shaped by the resurrection medicine slowly separates, and they hug each other tightly at the last moment.

Snape's long hair turned silver gray in an instant, and his deep black eyes were cloudy like mist. He coughed lowly and fell to his knees.

Dumbledore was protected by Sauron's divine power and was minimally affected.

But his back seemed to be broken by a heavy hammer, and it suddenly bent down.

Grindelwald sighed softly: "Is this our end? Albus, I still want to compete with you in Quidditch."

Sirius gradually stopped trembling, and he murmured: "It's so dark. Why is there no light in the sky? Moonface, are you here? Prongs, I want to tell you that Wormtail rebelled, and I killed you .”

Lupine's mouth and nose overflowed with black wolf blood, and he coughed and replied, "I'm here..."

"It would be great if time could go back to that year."

"Yes... cough cough, back then there wasn't... so much pain..."

James whispered in Lily's ear: "No matter where you live or die, my soul will follow you."

"Let's leave the love words behind us, we have a thousand years to fall in love slowly, until our souls are gone." Lily smiled lightly, facing death again, she had learned to be calm.

Snape in the corner was prostrate on the ground, his long gray hair drooping like a mop, he was just sobbing silently. To this day, many people will find that the hard-hearted head of Slytherin is actually an ordinary person who can cry.

Dumbledore cast spells again and again dejectedly, trying to drive away the god of death and cure the wizards, but all had little effect.

Arianna's soul whispered: "Brother, I miss you so much. Don't hate yourself, just live for me."

"No..." The old wizard's eyes were filled with tears.

"Wizard, you blaspheme death, you go to the end, and I live forever. Don't be afraid of this gift, because the pain of life will wash away in the river of Styx, and you will walk in my realm. There is no memory on the other side, and everything is like a new life. Today you will live, and you will come back to me."

Death came slowly.

The dark curtain faded away, and the ground under his feet turned into a plain full of golden lilies at some point. The surrounding walls disappeared into the depths of the horizon. A bloody river flowed in front of him, and the corpses of the dead were floating in the river.

A dilapidated boat docked at the ferry, and Death stood at the pier, waiting to fetch these blasphemous souls.

The world on the other side of the River Styx is vast and boundless, with lush water and grass, and a beautiful sky.

Dumbledore could only watch helplessly as his companions walked towards the soul-evocating ship one by one.

In this gray and quiet hour, everyone was saying goodbye to Dumbledore.

And a fierce blue foehn suddenly blows, like igniting a scroll, burning the scene of the kingdom of the underworld.

It's Helena!

Helena, who lives in the brain of the god, stimulated the divine power and dispelled the illusion of the god of death.

Dumbledore woke up suddenly. He looked around, and he was clearly still in the White Tower, while the wizards behind him were all in disarray, with painful expressions, but they were still alive.

If Helena hadn't acted in time, everything in the illusion would have become real.

The god of death stood not far away, and he turned his eyes under the cloak to focus on the brain of the god.

"Fleeing from death, you ghost who is greedy for life!" He snapped, "You can't resist me!"

Helena let out a scream, and her voice gradually became weaker.

She tried her best to send out an idea, which turned into a spiritual echo: "Dumbledore... only life can dispel death!"

These words were like a bright light, blowing through the fog in his mind, and made Dumbledore feel as if he drank the Felix Elixir—it was a kind of joy and joy that fate added to him.

In the blink of an eye, the old wizard was blessed. He held up the old wand and shouted: "O Pluto, in the name of Dumbledore of the Phoenix family, I command you—to stand down!"

Death taunted: "You want to use my wand against me? Will it obey you?"

Indeed, the Elder Wand was very resistant to Dumbledore. If it weren't for the old wizard's extraordinary skill, he wouldn't be able to cast spells smoothly. Ordinary wizards couldn't even use it to cast a fluorescent spell on Death.

Dumbledore laughed, and he chanted softly: "[Call God to protect]."

boom! ——

A silver band of light flew out from the head of the staff, hovering in mid-air, and soon turned into a majestic and proud silver phoenix.

A bright radiance emanated from the body of the Patronus. The God of Death was illuminated, and there were many wounds on the black cloak on his body, vaguely illuminating the infinite arms of the dead under the cloak. , burned it scarred.

Dumbledore witnessed the essence of Death. Under the protection of Sauron's divine power, he only had blood oozing from his eyes, but his spirit was still calm, and he even dared to puff out his chest and show a strong posture.

"I order you—stand down!"

The god of death tried to approach everyone, but the patron saint of the phoenix repeatedly blocked him, making him retreat instead of advancing.

In the world of the living, the power that the god of death can show is extremely limited. Dumbledore became the second wizard who successfully challenged the god - the last one was Ignotus Peverell who got the invisibility cloak.

The helpless god of death flew into the air angrily and rushed out of the window. The thunderstorm over the White Tower stopped, but the lead cloud pressed down even lower.

He looked around and saw the crowd gathered on the Quidditch pitch, and the happy aura emanating from hundreds of fresh and young souls was more eye-catching than the lighthouse on the sea.

The god of death declared coldly: "The debt of the soul will also be repaid by the soul."

He flew towards the Quidditch pitch like a death bird at low altitude.

Solemnly declare: I am a male author (serious face)