The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Dumbledore said calmly: "I have reached the age where I often need to recall the past. Let me keep these poor collections in the coffin."

Lind pointed out the fact: “If you really don’t want someone to modify history through a time machine, you have to become a god—an eternal thing that supports the structure of history.

"Otherwise you won't even realize that someone has tampered with you in the past. Just like a fish living downstream, you can't know that a change has occurred upstream. You have to become the river itself, or even a pedestrian who often walks along the river.

"So don't say anything about being in a coffin."

The old professor smiled: "No, no need. You always do it yourself, but forget that we can also use tools. We only need to set a fixed timeline, create a constant memory, and constantly compare the deviation values ​​between real history and archive history. Then we can know if anyone has tampered with history. I think Ms. Helena can handle this responsibility."

"Indeed, I was negligent." Linde laughed dumbly.

Grindelwald looked at his old friend and sneered: "In the final analysis, he does not have the courage to accept eternal life. He is just a vulgar old stubborn. Although he is greedy for life, he refuses the changes that longevity brings."

"We will discuss this topic when we get back." Dumbledore begged in a low voice.

Lin De watched their conflicts with great interest. He said that every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite. This is true. Dumbledore and Grindelwald were natural enemies, always estranged from each other due to their ideological differences.

"Professor, you are actually afraid of immortality? How strange."

"I'm not afraid of life - because I'm not desperate or cynical. I'm just, oh, it's a strange emotion. I'm attached to death, it's like a late gift. I hope to open it one day , after an ordinary afternoon tea, Dumbledore died just like that, quietly, as if he had never been in this world."

This old man is worthy of being a wizard. Even the tone of his words exudes a magical power that is hard to ignore, drawing a vivid picture in the minds of the audience. It is a white-haired man with a beard that can be stuffed into his belt, lying on the ground. There is a smile in the soft rocking chair, the black tea on the desk is still steaming, and the sugar bowl next to it is still open.

"Selfish." Grindelwald curled his lips and cursed with a smile.

Dumbledore did not defend himself, but said: "I can't imagine life as a god."

Linde raised his eyebrows, "It's easy. Just ask me. Don't forget that I am still a prophet."

Before Dumbledore could speak, Grindelwald asked first: "Come on, let's talk about it. Satisfy the guest's curiosity."

"After becoming a god, Professor Dumbledore no longer serves as the principal of Hogwarts. He returns to Godric's Hollow to live in seclusion. Every few decades, there will be some scholars who pursue rumors and go to the valley to search for ancient magic. They will After experiencing strange encounters in the valley, some people got what they wanted, while others returned disappointed, but the so-called ancient magic is actually just a joke deliberately spread by the professor to amuse people."

"It sounds like I'm not a god, but retired." The old professor accurately complained.

Linde nodded: "That's right. In fact, becoming a god is like retiring, retiring from the posture of mortal life."

Grindelwald said eagerly: "Listen, Dumbledore, what a simple choice. Whether you embark on the difficult road to becoming a god, or choose to transform into a lich, or transform into an elf. Extending your life is very simple and very simple. It’s a natural thing. Why bother with death so much, don’t forget Ariana, you can’t die before she grows up, right?”

"Then what?" Dumbledore asked, "I watched Ali grow up and age day by day, just like the spring leaves on the branches of trees withered in autumn. Does this make me feel better?"

"Then transform Ariana into an elf, or just let me take a bite." The Dark Lord said with a cold face.

Lind didn't mind watching the excitement and quietly sat on the sofa with Millicent to eat melon.

"Gellert, you know that this quarrel will not be fruitful. Ali will grow up and have a lover and children. If she is reluctant to let them die, should she do the same thing? Then her lover's family and friends should also join in. , in the end, people all over the world will become elves, vampires, and lichs, what will this world look like?"

It'll be fun. Lind thought.

Grindelwald's pale complexion remained unchanged, and his emotions seemed to be frozen. He suddenly looked at the crowd and asked with a complicated expression: "Please tell me, what will happen to Dumbledore if he gives up his eternal life?" Die?"

"There are many possibilities. Excluding accidental death and murder. Since Professor Dumbledore's magic is too powerful for ordinary wizards, he has actually begun to transform into magical creatures, so the natural life span will extend to two to three hundred years. , and then he will die. As the divine choice of Ms. Azura, his soul will enter the Kingdom of God after his death - possibly being transformed into Daedra, and his life span will naturally be endless."

Dumbledore looked slightly dazed, while Grindelwald grinned with white teeth and laughed silently.

"So, Professor, you have become immortal in fact. Even if you die unexpectedly, your friends can resurrect you - how many people want to live forever but don't have this way, just look at it."

After seeing off the two guests, Lind said to Millicent with a smile: "Old people always have strange ideas."

"Yes. Linde, what do you think we will look like if we grow old? Will your face still look like this? No, it must be wrinkled, with brown spots on the temples and sparse eyebrows. There are only a few strands left, and they are as white as your hair. There will be nasolabial folds on both sides of your mouth, and when you smile, you will reveal your leaky teeth."

The red-haired girl raised her hand to touch his face, pressed her nose with her fingertips, and rubbed her eyelids carefully and nonchalantly, as if she wanted to remember his appearance with touch, or maybe she was just playing.

Millicent used to be very reserved and polite in front of Linde, but after getting along with her for a long time, she unconsciously became more relaxed. Linde liked this.

"You can try it." He said, "We will grow old together."

"Do gods age too?" Millicent asked in surprise.

"All lovers will grow old."

One hundred and eighty years after Delinriel Sky City.

Time is a transparent, hairless beast that follows every life with eager eyes, constantly devouring the footprints they leave behind.

The master of Sky City, a powerful man who has ruled for nearly two centuries, is said to have entered an old age.

This great city has witnessed the growth of tens of millions of players in the multiverse. Whether it’s a short stay or a long-term stay, everyone will be amazed by such a transit station with endless possibilities.

Places similar to Delinriel, such as the famous Sigil City, that bizarre and absurd place also gather visitors from all planes. The Lady of Pain who is in charge of Sigil intimidates every being in the city with her terrifying power, and also deters those external dangerous factors from crossing the threshold.

But the ruler of the floating city is much kinder. This kind of kindness may be more intriguing than terror, because I have never heard of anyone being able to overturn the rule of this old wizard. No one has even committed a crime in Delinriel, even the most cunning devil. , the craziest slaadi will become restrained and calm as long as he comes here.

There are various inferences about the truth behind the peaceful scene, but it is generally believed that it is not that no one dares to commit crimes in the city, but that their crimes are erased by the city lord, and the criminals themselves are thrown into some abandoned historical garbage. In the pile, no one except gods, wild gods or some powerful individuals remember these forgotten truths.

Such a strong man is now very old. Time seems not to be merciful because of his strength.

People who have seen the city lord recently said that he has gray hair, sparse eyebrows, age spots on his temples, deep nasolabial folds on both sides of his lips, and his teeth are full of leaks when he smiles. The red-haired woman next to him also had a weathered face, her cheeks were sunken, and she looked as old as a withered willow tree standing tall in the wind.

Maybe one day, the city lord will die, and by then, the people living here will be shocked. (End of chapter)