People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning..

Chapter 232: Dementors? Death
“No difference.”

Bagir, who had just been rubbing his hands together and preparing for a big battle, now felt extremely disappointed.

The power of resurrection easily breaks through the narrow gap between life and death and reaches the destination and resting place of the soul in this world.

The dark figure that resembles a Dementor is the Grim Reaper.

Without alarming Him, a trace of dissipated breath was outlined, and the spell [Tracing the Source] created by Bagel, which was originally used to find Voldemort, was activated.

This time, what he is looking for is the essence of death.

Then the results came out.

In this world, the god of death is a puppet without a self.

It is an existence similar to the way of heaven in fantasy novels that is born naturally after the afterlife develops to a certain extent.

The form before its eyes was not real, but a shadowy presence of the afterlife itself.

In other words, the god of death itself is the afterlife.

The main purpose of its existence is to maintain the existence of the afterlife and increase the stability of the world;
Expand the breadth of the afterlife to accommodate more dead souls;
Destroy people or things that affect the existence and stability of the afterlife.

"But. It looks so much like a Dementor?" Black-haired Basil touched his chin.

Although the answer has been obtained in the mind through idealistic "wishing", practice is the only true knowledge.

The next second, in the center of the North Sea, in Azkaban prison, a Dementor disappeared out of thin air.

Ignoring the frost that automatically appeared around him and the spreading force field of fear.

"Yes, it is indeed different from the Dementors in my world. This kind of coldness in the heart can actually appear in reality, which is equivalent to having a frosty stance."

As for this creature that cannot be attacked physically and can only be repelled by the guardian, Bagir chose to attack directly.

How can a magic magnetic field be an inconvenience?

The face under the hood that no one had ever seen was directly lifted up by his hands.

"The passage to the afterlife, so you are the incarnation of the god of death?"

"No. Not all of them."

"The god of death in this world is really outrageous."

Even though Bagir already knew the result, he still couldn't help but be shocked.

The Dementors in the world of Basil do not have such an outrageous identity.

They are just a phenomenon, a product of emotions, and the best food for Bajir.

Ordinary emotions are equivalent to cabbage, which is equivalent to the boiled cabbage cooked by the state banquet chef, and it regenerates automatically and without limit.

What they capture is not actually the soul, but the conceptual "heart", the self.

Dementors cannot absorb or shake magic, and the same goes for the souls they protect.

This world is equivalent to the Dementors, which are the incarnations of the god of death, and the absorption is also this part.

However, their main purpose is not the magic connected to the wizard's 'heart', but the 'heart' itself.

Unlike the world where Bagir lives, the afterlife in this world is not based on the magic of wizards.

The reason why the world of Bagir is like this is because the wizard magic in the world of Bagir is essentially eternal and the world itself will naturally pursue better materials.

Therefore, the wizards in the world of Bagir are more like indispensable shareholders of the company of the afterlife, while Muggles, magical races with secondary powers derived from magic, and animal souls are just ordinary employees.

Therefore, the god of death and the afterlife will be more inclined towards wizards.

But when it comes to individual wizards, due to the continuous death and joining of new wizards, the shares owned by each wizard will also be diluted.

The same is true of the preferences of the god of death and the afterlife.

The creator of the Deathly Hallows should have used this preference to create alchemical tools that contain divine power.

So they are indestructible like magic.

He had long anticipated that this preference would be diluted for him as an individual, so he chose to transform it into three alchemical items that could be called divine tools.

The reason why he could do this might be because his ancestors, or in his own time, the preference of the god of death and the afterlife for individual wizards was enough for him to do this, and he was also powerful enough.

Either his ancestors or he himself made great contributions to the unification of the afterlife.

According to Bagir's exploration, in the long past, depending on the different regional religions, the afterlife that wizards entered after death was also different.

At some point, it merged into one by itself or someone else's push.

However, this is the situation in the world of Bajir.

And in this world, there is only one world after death from the beginning.

Its cornerstone is not the soul, but the illusory "heart".

The soul is just the outer wrapper of the candy called 'heart'.

A wizard's soul is only more valuable because of the magic it brings.

So, the God of Death has a preference for wizards, but not too much.

This is also why the Deathly Hallows in this world are so fragile.

Without the power of the God of Death, and without the ability to directly glimpse into the essence of Death, the Deathly Hallows created in this world are nothing more than powerful magic alchemical tools.

Although the magic power gathered by wizards in this world in the brain is similar to spell power, it does not consume mana bars.

But it itself has no immortal quality.

Its immortality comes from the wizard's thinking. As long as the thinking is functioning, or in other words, as long as the wizard's self exists, it will not decay.

This is why magic is so obviously concentrated in the brain on a physical level.

Why can the ghosts in this world exist forever?

Their selves still exist, as do the souls whose magic remains intact and who are one with them.

Unable to use magic and only able to use some small tricks is simply because they are separated from the brain, and magic power and thinking are mostly used to maintain one's own immortality.

It is precisely because of the immortal magic of wizards in this world that growth depends on thinking and self-transformation.

With many new wizard souls constantly moving in, the importance of magic in the immortal afterlife is far less than the 'heart'.

More 'heart' is what the god of death needs.

The soul is just candy wrapper, a burden.

Therefore, the god of death in this world is more subjective and proactive.

When Azkaban was still just a fortress, the evil wizard who lived there and called himself Axtis lured countless Muggles and tortured them to death. Then, out of hatred for the world and wizards, those souls would split into clones called Dementors and come into the real world.

Actively capture the 'heart' and travel to the afterlife.

The remaining 'candy wrappers' - the soul will still go to the afterlife after the physical body dies.

But after all, the 'heart' arrives earlier than the soul.

It is equivalent to taking out an interest-free loan with a long repayment period.

The Dementor's act of capturing the 'heart' is an act that combines application, verification, and receipt of an interest-free loan.

"This is outrageous." Bagir sighed again.

With a wave of his hand, the captured Dementors, as if frozen in amber, were returned to Azkaban.

He wasn't worried about the Dementors, the Death's clones, noticing something was wrong.

These clones are just the mouths of the god of death, not his eyes, and they do not have his will.

Dragging the mouths are soul shells that have lost their 'hearts'.

They are just poor creatures who do not understand their own nature, are chased by the emptiness in their hearts, and desire to devour other people's hearts to fill themselves, but cannot achieve their goals.

"Interesting, the carrier of the god of death is more like a hollow."

"But... Death is really dark."

Obviously, the god of death is not satisfied with interest-free loans. Those soul shells without "hearts" are just garbage that the afterlife has to collect.

The best option is naturally to reuse the garbage, the second best option is to throw it away.

Death did both.

He transformed the owner of the 'heart', the creditor himself, into a Dementor, and made him work for him and absorb the 'heart'.

At the same time, find new creditors and workers for it.

"The soul shell lacks a heart, longs for a heart, and degenerates into a soul-stealing devil covered in rags."

"In the afterlife, hearts that long for more also degenerate into the same state."

"It's so much fun."

In contrast, resurrection has become easier.

Just give Him 5 'hearts' to replace the 5 players who are about to leave the world of death.

Basil had also learned the technique of extracting the 'heart' from the Dementors.

As for criminals who deserve to be punished by having their hearts gouged out, they are easy to find.

Pick ten wizards at random from the permanent population of Knockturn Alley, and only one is likely to be innocent.

"Granger, you think this sofa is comfortable, too." A male voice sounded beside my ear, "Many seniors want to take one home when they graduate."

It's Cedric.

The evil body returned, using the dream world to overlook the dark wizard in Knockturn Alley, and Bagel nodded as he tapped his fingers to select the lucky audience.

Although he didn't know how Cedric interpreted the joy of an old farmer picking crops during the harvest on his face as the enjoyment of the sofa under his butt.

But the plush sofa, with its yellow and black pattern and burnished copper edges, is exactly the same as the one in his home and is very comfortable.

It is the kind of comfort that ordinary people cannot achieve with their craftsmanship.

Combined with the hanging or placed plants everywhere, the ceiling that can be touched by hand, and the simple decoration, it really makes Bagel feel as if he is still at home in Devon.

You have to know that it was still night and there was a thunderstorm outside.

How wonderful it would be when the ubiquitous sunlight fills the entire room during the day and the plants begin to sing and dance.

This is also the reason why Bagir stayed here and did not go to the dormitory.

But Cedric seemed to have misunderstood something.

The lounge was now empty except for him and Cedric.

"Why don't you go to the dormitory? You are very popular. I just spent a lot of effort to get everyone to rest."

"Instead of looking at you."

Cedric shrugged with concern in his eyes, "Did your roommate gossip about you?"

"Justin and Ernie are not like that."

"Wayne, Oliver, Roger?" Cedric observed Basil's expression as he read each name. He was worried that Basil was being excluded.

"You know my roommates' names, that's amazing," Bagel exclaimed.

Where does this enthusiastic counselor come from? He is obviously just a student and doesn’t get paid.

No wonder he stood out from all the students over 17 years old at Hogwarts.

Not only is he talented, he also has good character.

Cedric scratched his head, a little shy, "There are only five boys in the fourth grade."

"I'm the captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. I know the names of all the Hufflepuff students, but that's just the basics."

"Besides, I'm a prefect."

"If you have any questions, just tell me."

Seeing Cedric's eager face, who was almost saying to him, "Old Xu, do you want a wife?", Baqier had no choice but to stand up and said, "Then I'm going to rest."

He doubted if Cedric would stay up all night with him if he didn't go to the dormitory to rest.

It would be great if the enthusiastic senior boy could be replaced by an enthusiastic senior girl.

This environment is just right.

The next morning, the storm stopped.

While the ceiling of the Great Hall was still shrouded in gloom, the Hufflepuff Common Room was filled with golden sunlight.

Beautiful music surrounds my ears and the fragrance of green grass fills the ground.

What’s even more amazing is that if you want to eat something, just say the name of the food, and the house-elf next door will bring the food and tableware to you.

No wonder Harry had never been impressed by Cedric before. Most Hufflepuffs preferred to stay in the comfortable common room rather than go to the Great Hall, and Cedric was one of them.

Baqir also had a hard time finding a reason to go to the auditorium for breakfast.

But the reason soon became apparent.

Cedric seemed incapable of getting tired, as he approached the entrance with great enthusiasm.

It seems like someone else was the one who stayed with him until very late yesterday.

"Granger, someone's looking for you. If you don't come out I'm worried that girl will use a blasting curse to get in."

"Hermione, I guess." Basil shrugged.

He stood up and passed by Cedric.

Walk out the door.

Ron and Harry were following Hermione, holding a plate of sausages and fried eggs.

Harry had his toast and Ron had his jug of milk.

Seeing Basil coming out, Hermione quickly came over, "It's almost 8 o'clock now."

"Defense Against the Dark Arts starts at 9 o'clock. I wonder if you will have time for breakfast."

Harry added: "Hermione usually arrives in the classroom half an hour early just to grab a 'good seat'."

Hermione nodded, as if she didn't hear Harry's resentment, "He's right. The front seats are grabbed by force. It's not just us, other students are the same."

"But they're all fighting for the back seats." Ron whispered sarcastically in the back.

Seeing that Hermione seemed to have heard something, she quickly handed the milk jug to Bagel.

"I mean this is milk, still hot, Hermione specifically asked me to save it for you."

Hermione looked at Ron suspiciously, but without thinking too much, she also handed over the food in her hand.

"I don't need it, actually." Basil explained, "The Hufflepuff dormitory is right next to the kitchen."

“In fact, we can get food by ordering it – by calling out the name of the food.”

Ron's eyes were filled with undisguised envy. "If I had known earlier, I would have chosen Hufflepuff. This way I could sleep in and have an extra meal at night."

"Is that so?" Hermione looked disappointed.

Ron quickly took the food, "I can do it. I just ate half full."

Hermione clenched her fists: "."

"Ah, we should go to the classroom," Harry said quickly, "That's Mad-Eye, he's caught a lot of Death Eaters. I can't imagine what he will teach us!"

"Then let's go." Basil held Hermione's hand.

Hermione turned from an angry lion to a lamb in seconds.

It's not that he wanted to excuse Ron, but Hermione was wearing black stockings today.

Wearing black stockings in Hogwarts is impossible in the novel, but it is possible in the movie.
Hehehe, the movie world is so great!

(End of this chapter)