Godric's Hollow, a small village in southwest England.
It's very small; the village center has only a few shops, a post office, a bar, and a small church.
But in reality, it is much larger than Muggle know it to be on any map.
This is still an ancient wizarding community.
Its name comes from Godric Gryffindor, the founder of Hogwarts.
Gryffindor were born and raised here. At least one member of the Peverell family is also buried here.
Therefore, more than half of the land here is buried by magic and cannot be marked on a map, Muggle will subconsciously ignore it and go around it.
The greatest White Wizard Albus Dumbledore, and his family also lived here. His mother and sister are buried in the cemetery behind the church.
There are many ancient wizarding families here, including Abbott, the Lord of the Iron Throne, Hannah.
But now, far fewer wizarding families live here. Most of them died or moved away because of the war instigated by Voldemort. Only the elderly Bathilda Bagshot remains, still longing for her old home.
In Britain, cemeteries are considered the closest place to heaven, a truly beautiful place. Even in the wizarding world, this is true. Weddings, baby showers, and gatherings of family and friends are often held in churches surrounded by tombstones.
However, the cemetery behind the church in Godric's Hollow remains very deserted.
Even the graves of Harry Potter's parents, who saved the British Wizarding World, are located there.
Most wizarding tourists who come here go to the village center to pay their respects at the Obelisk that only wizards can see and that can transform into statues of the Potter family. Or they go to the ruins of the Potter' old house to leave their names and messages using magic.
Few people approach the cemetery behind the church.
Today, a man with his face wrapped in a scarf, wearing sunglasses and a hat, appeared out of thin air with a shovel and visited the place.
It was late at night, in the stillness of the night.
The visitor was none other than Basil.
In fact, the shovel came from Basil's distant relative—Finn Granger, the Grand Master of the Extraordinary Apothecary Association. He sent it as a gift immediately after learning that Basil was being groomed by Dumbledore.
It is a magical tool that makes digging easier, and when combined with a wizard's Magic Field, it has the power to soften hard materials such as stone.
As for why they gave out shovels, every Granger loves to dig holes, without exception. Just like they usually live in burrows.
If Basil's grandmother were still alive, she would have traded the ancestral wand in the quartz box for this shovel.
But he wasn't going to use a shovel to dig the grave. He brought it along purely for the sake of ritual.
I've already mentioned this trip in the group chat, and I'm even planning to livestream the whole thing.
I looked at the granite tombstone covered in moss.
"Kandela Dumbledore, Ariana Dumbledore. Where the treasure is, there the heart shall be."
"Yes, this is it."
"But it's really outrageous that no magical traps were set."
Basil put down the shovel and wiped away non-existent sweat.
Madison: "What cowardice. It seems the Dumbledore brothers haven't returned at all. Are they afraid of this place of sorrow? Or even more afraid of remembering who killed Ariana?"
Zoe: "You really came? Bucky (Zoe's nickname for Basil), it seems like there's a Grim Reaper in this world. Aren't you sure you'll be alright?"
Sophie, Beatrix: "Yes, yes."
Bellatrix: "Maybe we should just forget about it."
Basil: "I can go to the School of Good and Evil at any time. And my soul is protected by the system. Whether the Grim Reaper in this world actually exists, and whether it has self-awareness, is still a question."
"Alright," Basil's fingers glowed, "quiet, now—"
Something flashed by with a whooshing sound, as if it were slicing through the air.
Apart from the tombstone, the grave was split open from head to toe, including the oak coffin boards.
The wrapping cloth automatically unwrapped, revealing two lifelike bodies inside, still bearing traces of blood.
The mother's large hand held her daughter's small hand, and the daughter's little head rested on her mother's arm, as if they were just taking a nap.
"Mrs. Dumbledore," Basil bowed slightly, "Please allow me to take your daughter away."
An unseen force caused Ariana's hand to slip from her mother's large hand.
Time: 11:11 AM.
Basil's index finger touched her forehead, and the power to penetrate the netherworld and reverse life and death began to boil in his veins.
The ethereal power of the Mental Power, what is called spirituality in the American Horror Story world, is beginning to be depleted.
The index finger glows, the furnace of good and evil is in operation, and the inexhaustible emotional magic, like a vast ocean, evolves into spirituality.
The Magic Field began to rotate, and the immovable magic began to glow.
Its immortality, which allows wizards to completely reject death and remain forever as ghosts, begins to manifest.
Rumble!
In the narrow space between life and death, in a hazy environment filled with steam-like mist, a stone door begins to appear.
There was no obstruction.
A blonde girl was dragged out backwards, as if an invisible hook had caught her waist.
Her eyes were closed, and like her physical body, she seemed to be in a deep sleep.
The stone gate then disappeared, and the girl vanished into the mist.
Under a sky full of stars and the bright moonlight, the blonde girl frowned slightly and opened her eyes.
She instinctively cried out, "Stop hitting me! Stop—"
Immediately, she saw Basil's face.
A blush crept up her cheeks unconsciously, and she began to avoid eye contact like a fawn.
"Who are you--"
"What about Albus and Aberforth?"
"And—" she pouted, "What about that awful Grindelwald?"
In the group chat at this moment.
Beatrix and Bellatrix remained silent.
Beatrix was scrutinizing Ariana's face, trying to find some flaw.
Bellatrix, on the other hand, got off the plane and was Charlie with her father, Charlie.
The other three.
Madison: "Merlin's Beard! Ariana is so beautiful? Now I know why Sweetheart resurrected her!"
Sophie: "Basil just redeemed a QR code. Right when the grave was opened."
Zoe: "Didn't you guys notice that she doesn't seem to have any memories of the afterlife?"
Basil ignored what was being said in the group chat.
He also ignored the clattering sound of the newly arrived 100,000 gems.
The girl in front of me had bright blonde hair like sunshine and beautiful blue eyes just like her two older brothers.
Her features were strikingly beautiful, and she exuded a graceful and poised demeanor, yet she gave off a girl-next-door vibe.
The stark contrast makes her even more captivating, while also evoking a protective instinct in others.
However, she is not as weak as she appears.
A profound, despairing, tangible magic began to emerge from her frail body as she resurrected.
Unlike the magic of the Archmage that transforms the illusory into the real and truly exists, this is more like a half-finished product, stuck in the intermediate stage of transitioning from illusion to reality.
Unable to be fully transformed into a tangible form, the magic began to become unstable, uncontrollable, and even eroded the host's life.
It is no longer simply a force, but more like a living curse.
The word "Obscurus" suddenly appeared in Basil's mind.
Magic is a wondrous existence. It is entirely idealistic, a non-material force that cannot be found in the body or mind.
It also has an incredibly close relationship with the wizard, more reliable than hands and feet, an inseparable organ.
Some wizards speculate that the immortality of ghosts stems from their complete merging with their own magic in the process of refusing to die and remain in the real world, thus acquiring the characteristic of immortality.
That's precisely why they can pull off some tricks. For example, invisibility.
Some can even transform their most vivid memories from before death into part of their ghostly bodies.
Like the shackles of the Bloody Baron. An inexhaustible supply of parchment for a certain ghostly poet, a quill pen always full of ink. The ghostly horses of the Headless Hunt.
However, all of the above are situations where it is accepted.
In the more primitive days of Muggle-born wizard, many families viewed their children's magical talents as a curse or a blessing from the devil. Under such circumstances, young wizards, influenced by their environment, would develop a sense of shame, even hatred, towards their own magical abilities.
He vented the negative emotions from the physical and psychological abuse he suffered on his magic.
In this situation, it will truly become its own enemy, a living dark force, just as the little wizard had imagined.
This dark power is called the "Obscurus".
The young wizards possessed by it are called "Obscurial." And "Obscurial" often do not live past the age of 10.
In Salazar Slytherin's time, the Obscurial were quite common.
They are sometimes used as weapons by those who hate wizards, and are instigated to attack wizards.
Therefore, Slytherin also had a deep understanding and research on the Obscurial and the Obscurus.
He discovered that the inner potential, that is, the innate high magical power of a young wizard, the Obscurus, could completely take over the body of Obscurial, transforming into a separate entity. The Obscurial's physical body would then Transfiguration a black, invisible entity or a black, oily substance, flying or raging in the air like a fluid or cloud, sometimes with a red core.
Those with a firm will will also display the face of the Obscurial when they Obscurus.
According to his research, in this state, the primary purpose of the [Obscurus] is still to protect the host—the [Obscurial]—by freeing the host from physical harm and temporarily eliminating the hunger and weaknesses associated with a physical body.
Even though it sees its host as an enemy and erodes its life, it ultimately aims to free the host from the abusive environment.
According to Basil, it's like the Hulk personality of the Hulk.
When the Obscurial is in a safe environment or near someone they trust, the Obscurus will not erupt.
Its outbreak often occurs because the Obscurial are oppressed to the extreme. The enemies targeted are often those whom the Obscurial dare not hate, resist, or oppress.
If the Obscurus weren't so destructive to its environment, it could levitate or break objects without them touching them. Even focusing solely on the cause of the Obscurial's torment can still result in uncontrollable collateral damage.
There may be many more Obscurial like Obscurus who reconcile with the Credence, accept it, and thus regain their normal lifespan.
And clearly, Ariana is the Obscurial.
When she was a six-year-old girl, she was attacked by three Muggle boys. Their reason was that they saw her performing magic through the hedge in the back garden, were terrified by the sight, and thought she was a demon. Then they did terrible things to her.
From that moment on, Ariana became the Obscurial.
Her father, Percival, disciplined the boys and was imprisoned, eventually dying in prison.
Her mother took her and her two older brothers away from the Fertile Plain and went to live in the Godric's Hollow.
All of this was clearly attributed to Ariana, who was kind-hearted.
The gloom in my heart did not improve with the change of environment.
Then one day, the [Obscurus] within her matured and erupted.
The exceptional potential brought by the Dumbledore family has created the incredibly powerful Obscurus.
Even without a target for revenge, the aftermath of her appearance killed Ariana's mother.
As a result, Ariana became even more resistant to her magical talents, Obscurus grew even stronger.
Even when it reappeared with the newly resurrected Ariana, it was just as terrifying.
The evidence is that the Sword of Truth and Good seemed to sense a threat and began to glow.
The Dragon Blood of Red Dragon Dotty. If it weren't for the inherent lust of dragons and the fact that the threat before him was a suitable host under the influence of dragon instinct, Basil would have almost transformed into a dragon-human form, or perhaps revealed his undying Golden Eyes once again.
Fortunately, there is a solution to Ariana's problem.
Slytherin conducted extensive research and came to some related conjectures.
If the Obscurial changes its attitude towards its magical talents, or learns a spell like the Patronus Charm that fills the heart with positive energy, the Obscurus might disappear, or it might be used for one's own benefit.
The former was confirmed in Claysden, which is also a descendant of the Dumbledore family.
As for the latter, after the Sword of Truth and Good began to glow, the barely perceptible darkness in its blue eyes gradually began to fade.
Ariana also snapped out of her daze after Grindelwald was mentioned.
"Big brother, your sword is glowing." Ariana blinked.
She, who had just been suspended in mid-air by Basil, had already landed on the ground.
The separated graves were quietly restored to their original state by Basil.
Otherwise, she wouldn't be curious about why the sword at Basil's waist was glowing. Instead, she'd be curious because she saw her mother in the coffin transformed into the Obscurus.
"You can call me Basil." Basil turned to the side, slightly obscuring the tombstone. "By the way, I have a gift for you."
The blue QR code spread out, enveloping the girl in front of it.
She vanished into thin air, her consciousness and physical body heading to the club.
He glanced regretfully at the white marble tomb not far away.
The inscription on the tombstone reads:
[James Potter] [Lily Potter]
Born on March 27, 1960; born on January 30, 1960.
Died on October 31, 1981.
The last enemy to be eliminated is death.
"We've already come all this way, and here's the result—"
With a sigh, Basil's figure also vanished into thin air.
In the Headmaster's Office on the Seventh Floor of Hogwarts, inside the filthy Hog's Head Inn, two elderly men with similar blue eyes were simultaneously awakened from their sleep.
"Ariana!"
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