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

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."

Apparently, Death wasn't content with an interest-free loan.

Those soul shells without a 'heart' are just garbage that has to be collected in the afterlife.

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)

Chapter 233: The Mad-Eye Man Hanging Upside Down in the Air

But black silk is not the main reason.

Most importantly, he didn't want Hermione to be curious about the kitchen and find out about the house-elves working there.

Then set up an association to promote the rights of house-elfs.

The Ministry of Magic already has a House-Elf Resettlement Office.

The placement and re-placement of house-elves is the responsibility of this department.

In theory, the treatment of house-elves and whether they are abused is also the responsibility of this department.

Newt Scamander also worked in this department for two years after joining the Ministry of Magic.

He described the past two years as "extremely boring" because there was almost nothing to do in this position and he could only drink tea at work.

House-elves make extremely useful magical slaves, and almost no pure-blood families will release them.

They themselves are servile to the core and take pleasure in serving wizards.

Freedom is hell to them.

Therefore, only when a pure-blood family falls into poverty will they trade through the House-Elf Resettlement Office, releasing them on the surface but actually buying and selling them. The office will take a commission and regard any transaction that does not go through them as illegal.

Of course, this is only a theoretical operation.

Due to the existence of other intelligent magical races such as goblins, and for the sake of the Ministry of Magic’s reputation, house-elves also have human rights.

As long as they themselves claim to be following someone voluntarily, the Ministry of Magic cannot deny the legality of the transaction.