Chapter 232 Dementors? Death

"No difference."

Bajir, who had just rubbed his hands and prepared for a big battle, was extremely disappointed.

The power of resurrection easily broke through the narrow gap between life and death and reached the destination of the souls in this world, the resting place.

The black shadow that looked like a Dementor was the Grim Reaper.

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

This time, what was pursued was the essence of the Grim Reaper.

Then the result came out.

The Grim Reaper in this world is also a puppet without self.

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

The form in front of it is not real, but a shadow-like existence of the afterlife itself.

In other words, the Grim Reaper itself is the afterlife.

The main significance of its existence is to maintain the existence of the afterlife and increase the stability of the world;

Expand the breadth of the afterlife so that it can accommodate more dead souls;

Destroy people or things that affect the existence and stability of the afterlife.

"But. So much like a Dementor?" Black-haired Basil touched his chin.

Although he had gotten the answer through idealistic "wishing" in his mind, 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, the fear field spread out.

"Yes, it's really different from the Dementors in my world. This kind of coldness in the heart can actually appear in reality, which is equivalent to having its own frost stance."

For this creature that can't be physically attacked and can only be repelled by the guardian, Basil chose to go straight to it.

Magic magnetic field is not an inconvenience!

The face under the hood that no one has seen was directly opened by his hand.

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

"No. Not entirely."

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

Basil couldn't help but be shocked even though he knew the result long ago.

The Dementors in Basil's world don't have such an outrageous identity.

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

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

What they absorb is not actually the soul, but the "heart" of the concept existence, the self.

Magic is something that Dementors cannot absorb and shake, and the same is true for the souls protected by it.

This world is equivalent to the Dementors that exist as the incarnation of the god of death, and the absorption is also this part.

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

Unlike the world where Bajiel is, the afterlife of this world is not based on the magic of wizards.

The reason why Bajiel's world is like this is that the magic of wizards in Bajiel's world is essentially eternal, and the world itself will naturally pursue better materials.

Therefore, the wizards in Bajiel's world are more like indispensable shareholders of the company of the afterlife, Muggles, a magical race with secondary powers derived from magic, and the souls of animals are just ordinary employees.

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

However, as for individual wizards, the shares owned by each wizard will be diluted due to the continuous addition of new wizards due to death.

The same is true for the preference of the god of death and the afterlife.

The creator of the Deathly Hallows should have used this preference to create alchemical tools containing 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 tools that can be called divine tools.

The reason why he was able to do this may be because his ancestors or his own era, the preference of the god of death and the afterlife for individual wizards was enough for him to do this, and he was strong enough.

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

In Bajir's exploration, long ago, according to different regional religions, the afterlife that wizards entered after death was also different.

At some point, it merged into one under the promotion of itself or someone else.

However, this is the situation in Bajir's world.

In this world, there is only one afterlife at the beginning.

The cornerstone of it is not the soul, but the illusory "heart".

The soul is just the outer packaging of the candy called "heart".

The soul of the wizard is more valuable only because it brings magic.

Therefore, the god of death has a preference for wizards, but not too much.

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

Without the power of the god of death, without the ability to directly see the essence of the god of death, the Death Hallows in this world are just powerful magic alchemy props.

Although the magic power gathered in the brain of the wizards in this world is similar to magic power, it is not a consumed blue bar.

But it itself does not have the characteristics of immortality.

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

This is why magic is so obviously gathered in the brain at the material level.

Why the ghosts in this world can also exist forever.

Their self still exists, and the souls that are united with the immortal magic power are the same.

Being unable to use magic and can only use some tricks is just because it is separated from the brain, and magic and thinking are used more to maintain its own immortality.

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

When there are many fresh wizard souls moving in all the time, the importance of magic power in the afterlife is far lower than that of the 'heart'.

More ‘heart’ is what the God of Death needs.

The soul is just a candy wrapper, a burden.

Therefore, the God of Death in this world has more subjective initiative.

When Azkaban was just a fortress, the evil wizard who called himself Extis lived in Azkaban. After luring countless Muggles and torturing them to death, those souls would split due to their hatred of the world and wizards, and the name was - Photography. The ghost's clone came to the real world.

Take the initiative to capture the ‘heart’ and travel to the afterlife.

The remaining 'candy wrapper' - the soul will still go to the afterlife even after the death of the physical body.

But after all the ‘heart’ arrives earlier than the soul.

It is equivalent to borrowing an interest-free loan with a long repayment time.

The dementor's act of ingesting the 'heart' is an act that integrates application, verification, and receipt of interest-free loans.

"It's really outrageous." Bajier sighed again.

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

He wasn't worried about the Dementors, the clones of Death, finding out something was wrong.

These clones are just the mouths of the God of Death, not the eyes, nor do they have the will of the God of Death.

What drags the mouth are the soul shells that have lost their ‘hearts’.

They are just poor people who do not understand their own nature, are chased by the emptiness in their hearts, and are eager to devour the hearts of others to fill themselves, but are unable to achieve their goals.

"Interesting, the carrier of Death is more like a Hollow."

"But... Death is so dark."

It was clear that Death was not content with interest-free loans.

Those soul shells that lack "heart" are just garbage that has to be collected in the afterlife.

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

Death did both.

He transformed the owner of the 'heart', the creditor himself, into a dementor and worked for him to absorb the 'heart'.

At the same time, we are looking for new creditors and hiring workers.

"The soul shell lacks the heart, desires the heart, and degenerates into a soul-catching devil shrouded in rags."

“The hearts that yearn for more in the afterlife also fall into the same shape.”

"It was so much fun."

Relatively speaking, resurrection is easier.

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

As for the technique of removing the 'heart', Bajir has also learned it from the dementors.

As for criminals worthy of having their hearts cut out, it's easy to find them.

Take ten random wizards from the resident population of Knockturn Alley, and only one of them might be innocent.

"Granger, you also think this sofa is very comfortable, right?" A male voice sounded from my ear, "There are many seniors who want to pick up one when they graduate."

It's Cedric.

The evil body returns, using the dream world to overlook the dark wizard in Knockturn Alley, tapping his finger to select the lucky audience, Bajir nodded.

Although he didn't know how Cedric could interpret the joy of the old farmer's harvest and picking grains on his face as the enjoyment of the sofa under his butt.

But the plush sofa, with its yellow-and-black pattern and polished copper edges that mirrors his own, is certainly comfortable.

It is the kind of comfort that ordinary people's craftsmanship cannot achieve.

Coupled with the hanging or placed plants everywhere, the ceiling that can be reached with your hands, and the simple decoration, it really makes Barjier feel as if he is still at home in Devon.

You know, it's still night, and there's a thunderstorm outside.

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

This is also the reason why Bagir has stayed here and not gone 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 know you are very popular. I just spent a lot of effort to get everyone to have a good rest."

"Instead of looking at you."

Cedric shrugged with concern in his eyes, "Is your roommate gossiping about you?"

"Justin and Ernie are not like that."

"Wayne, Oliver, Roger?" Cedric watched Bagir's expression every time he read a person's name. He worried that Bagir was being ostracized.

"You all know the names of my roommates, that's amazing." Bajier praised.

Where did the enthusiastic counselor come from? He was obviously just a student with no salary.

No wonder he stands out among the 17+ students at Hogwarts.

Not only is he talented, his moral character is also very good.

Cedric scratched his head and said a little shyly, "There are only five fourth grade boys."

"I am the captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. I know the names of Hufflepuff students, that's just basic."

"Not to mention I'm still a prefect."

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

Looking at Cedric who looked eager and almost said to him, "Lao Xu, do you want a wife or not?", Bajir had no choice but to stand up and said, "Then I'm going to rest."

He doubted that Cedric would have stayed up all night with him if he hadn't gone to the dormitory to rest.

Really, it would be nice to replace the enthusiastic senior with an enthusiastic senior.

This environment is just right.

The next morning, the storm stopped.

While the ceiling of the Great Hall was still covered with gloomy clouds, the Hufflepuff Common Room was filled with golden sunlight.

Beautiful music surrounded my ears, and the fragrance of grass was everywhere.

What's more, if you want to eat, just say the name of the food, and the house elf next door will bring you the tableware and food.

No wonder Harry had never been impressed by Cedric before. Most Hufflepuffs prefer to stay in the comfortable common room instead of going to the Great Hall, and Cedric is one of them.

It was also difficult for Basil to find a reason to go to the Great Hall for breakfast.

But the reason soon came to him.

Cedric seemed to never get tired, and he approached from the entrance enthusiastically.

It seemed that someone else had stayed up late with him yesterday.

"Granger, someone is looking for you. If you don't come out, I'm worried that the girl will break in with a blasting curse."

"It's Hermione." Basil shrugged.

He stood up and passed by Cedric.

He walked out of the door.

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

Harry held toast and Ron carried a pot of milk.

Seeing Basil come out, Hermione hurried over, "It's almost 8 o'clock now."

"The Defense Against the Dark Arts class starts at 9 o'clock. I wonder if you can still have 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. Not just us, other students are the same."

"But they are grabbing the back seats." Ron whispered in a sarcastic voice behind him.

Seeing that Hermione seemed to have heard something, she quickly handed the milk pot to Basil.

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

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

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

"In fact, we can get food by ordering it - calling out the name of the food."

Ron's eyes were full of undisguised envy, "If I had known, I would have chosen Hufflepuff. This way I can sleep in and have a snack at night."

"Is that so?" Hermione was a little 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 has 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 a second.

It's not that he wants to excuse Ron, but Hermione is wearing black silk today.

Wearing black silk in Hogwarts is impossible in novels, but in movies.

Hehehe, the movie world is great!