"There is no difference."
Basil had just been rubbing his hands together like a fly, preparing for a great battle, was utterly disappointed.
The power to bring the dead back to life easily breaks through the narrow barrier between life and death, reaching the soul's final resting place in this world.
The dark figure resembling Dementor is Death.
Without disturbing Him, a trace of the escaping aura was revealed, and the spell [Trace Origin], which Basil created himself and was initially used to find Voldemort, was activated.
This time, however, they are searching for the essence of death.
Then the results came out.
This world, like the Grim Reaper, is a puppet without a self.
It is an existence similar to the Heavenly Dao in fantasy novels that naturally arises after the afterlife has developed to a certain stage.
The form before it was not real, but rather a shadow of the afterlife itself.
In other words, Death itself is the afterlife.
Its main purpose is to maintain the existence of the afterlife and increase the stability of the world;
To expand the scope of the afterlife so that it can accommodate more souls;
People or things that disrupt or affect the existence and stability of the afterlife.
"But... it looks so much like Dementor?" Black-haired Basil stroked his chin.
Although one may have obtained the answer in their mind through idealistic 'wishes', practice is the only true knowledge.
The next second, in the middle of the North Sea, inside the Azkaban prison, a Dementor vanished into thin air.
Ignoring the frost that appeared automatically around them and the spreading field of fear.
"Indeed, it's different from the Dementor in my world. This kind of coldness in the heart can actually appear in reality, which is equivalent to having a built-in frost field."
Basil chose to attack directly against this creature, which could not be physically attacked and could only be repelled by the Patronus.
Magic Field are hardly inconvenient!
He simply lifted the hood, revealing a face no one had ever seen before.
"A passage to the afterlife, so you are an incarnation of Death?"
"No. Not entirely."
"The Grim Reaper of this world is truly outrageous."
Even though Basil already knew the outcome, he couldn't help but gasp in astonishment.
The Dementor in the world of Basil don't have such outlandish identities.
They are merely a phenomenon, a product of emotion, and also Basil's best food.
Ordinary emotions are like Chinese cabbage, the kind that's cooked in Clear Broth with Cabbage by a chef at a state banquet, and it's the kind that regenerates automatically without limit.
What they absorb is not actually the soul, but the conceptual 'mind', the self.
Magic is something that Dementor cannot absorb or shake, and the same is true for the souls they protect.
This world is like Dementor, an incarnation of Death, and it takes in this part of the body.
However, their main purpose is not the magic that connects with the wizard's 'heart', but the 'heart' itself.
Unlike the world where Basil lives, the afterlife in this world is not based on the magic of wizards.
The reason why the world of Basil is like this is because the wizarding magic of the world of Basil is essentially eternal, and the world itself will naturally seek better materials.
Therefore, the wizards of the world of Basil are more like indispensable shareholders of the afterlife company, Muggle are a magical race with secondary powers derived from magic, and the souls of animals are just ordinary employees.
Therefore, death and the afterlife are more likely to be associated with wizards.
However, at the individual wizard level, due to the continuous influx of new wizards after death, each wizard's share is diluted.
The same applies to Death and the afterlife.
The creator of the Deathly Hallows was likely using this preference to create alchemical artifacts imbued with divine authority.
Therefore, they are immortal, like magic.
He had anticipated that this favoritism would be diluted for him personally, so he chose to manifest it in three alchemical tools that could be called divine artifacts.
He was able to do this perhaps because of the fact that in his ancestors' or his own time, the Grim Reaper and the afterlife favored individual wizards, which was enough for him to do so, plus he was powerful enough.
Or perhaps their ancestors, or the person themselves, made great contributions to the unification of the afterlife.
According to Basil's investigation, long ago, depending on the local religion, the afterlife that wizards entered after death varied.
It merged into one at some unknown time, either on its own or through the efforts of someone else.
However, this is the situation in the Basil world.
And this world, the afterlife, was always just one from the beginning.
Its foundation is not the soul, but the ethereal 'heart'.
The soul is merely the outer packaging of a candy called 'heart'.
A wizard's soul is only more valuable because it brings magic.
Therefore, Death has some preference for wizards, but not too much.
This is why the Deathly Hallows in this world are so fragile.
Without the power of the Grim Reaper, and without the ability to see the essence of death, the Deathly Hallows of this world are merely powerful magical alchemical tools.
Although the magic gathered in the brains of wizards in this world is similar to spell power, it is not a mana bar that is consumed.
However, it does not possess the quality of immortality.
Its immortality stems from the wizard's thoughts; as long as the mind continues to operate, or rather, as long as the wizard's self exists, it will not diminish.
This is why magic is so clearly aggregated in the brain on a material level.
Why can ghosts in this world exist forever?
Their egos still exist, as do the immortal magic and the souls that are one with them.
The inability to use magic, and the limitation to using only minor tricks, is simply because they are detached from the brain; their magic and thinking are used more to maintain their own immortality.
It is precisely because of the immortality of the wizards' magic in this world that growth relies on reflection and self-transformation.
With a constant influx of fresh wizard souls, and the immortality of the afterlife, magic becomes far less important than the 'heart'.
More 'hearts' are what Death needs.
The soul is just a wrapper, a burden.
Therefore, the Grim Reaper in this world has more agency.
When Azkaban was just a fortress, the evil wizard who lived there called himself Ekrizdis lured countless Muggle to their deaths. Then, based on the hatred those souls felt for the world and the wizard, they would split into avatars called Dementor and come to the real world.
Actively capture the 'heart' to travel to the afterlife.
The remaining 'candy wrappers'—the soul, although it goes to the afterlife after the physical body dies.
But after all, the 'heart' arrives earlier than the soul.
It's like taking out an interest-free loan with a long repayment period.
The Dementor' act of taking 'hearts' is a combination of applying for, verifying, and receiving an interest-free loan.
"This is absolutely outrageous," Basil exclaimed again.
With a flick of his hand, the Dementor, who had been captured as if frozen in amber, returned to Azkaban.
He wasn't worried that the Dementor, the alter egos of Death, would notice something was wrong.
These clones are merely the mouths of Death, not his eyes, and they do not possess the will of Death.
What drags along the mouths are the soul shells that have lost their 'hearts'.
They are simply unaware of their own true nature, driven by inner emptiness, yearning to devour the hearts of others to fill themselves, yet unable to achieve their goal—they are pathetic creatures.
"Interesting, a vessel for death, yet more like a Hollow."
"However, Death is truly ruthless."
Clearly, Death is not satisfied with interest-free loans.
Those souls that lack a 'heart' are merely garbage that the afterlife has to collect.
The best option is to reuse the trash, and the second best option is to throw it away.
Death has accomplished both.
He transformed the owner of the 'heart,' the creditor himself, into Dementor, making him work for him to steal 'hearts.'
At the same time, they are looking for new creditors for them, including working people.
"The soul shell is missing its heart, yearning for the heart, and has degenerated into a soul-devouring demon shrouded in tattered rags."
"The afterlife yearns for more hearts and degenerates into the same form."
"This is so interesting."
Conversely, resurrection is actually easier.
Simply give Him 5 'hearts' to replace the 5 contestants who are about to leave the world of death.
Basil had also learned the technique of extracting 'hearts' from Dementor.
As for criminals deserving of the punishment of having their 'heart' ripped out, they are too easy to find.
If you randomly pick ten wizards from the permanent residents of Knockturn Alley, only one of them might be innocent.
"Granger, you also think this sofa is very comfortable, right?" A male voice sounded in my ear. "Many upperclassmen have thought about taking one back with them when they graduate."
It's Cedric.
The Evil Body returns, using the Dream Realm to overlook the dark wizard in the Knockturn Alley. With a light tap of his finger, Basil, who is about to select a lucky audience member, nods.
Although he didn't know how Cedric could interpret the joy on his face, like an old farmer harvesting grain, as the enjoyment of sitting on the sofa.
But this plush sofa, which is exactly the same as the one in his home with its yellow and black patterns and polished copper edges, is indeed very comfortable.
It's a kind of comfort that ordinary craftsmanship can't achieve.
Combined with the plants hanging or placed everywhere, the ceiling that can be reached out and touched, and the simple decoration, Basil really felt as if he were still at home in Devon.
Keep in mind that this was at night, and there was a thunderstorm outside.
How wonderful it would be when the omnipresent sunlight fills the entire room during the day, and the plants begin to sing and dance.
This is why Basil has stayed here instead of going to his dormitory.
But Cedric seems to have misunderstood something.
The lounge was now empty, with only him and Cedric remaining.
"Why aren't you back in the dorm yet? You know you're very popular. I had to go through a lot of trouble to get everyone to get some rest."
"Instead of looking at you."
Cedric shrugged, his eyes filled with concern. "Did your roommates gossip about you?"
"Justin and Ernie aren't like that."
"Ron, Oliver, Roger?" Cedric read each name, observing Basil's expression. He was worried that Basil was being ostracized.
"You even know my roommate's name? That's amazing," Basil exclaimed.
Where did this enthusiastic counselor come from? He's clearly just a student, the kind who doesn't get paid.
No wonder he stood out among the Hogwarts students aged 17 and over.
Not only is he talented, but he also has excellent character.
Cedric scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed. "There are only five fourth-grade boys."
"I am the captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch Team, and knowing the names of Hufflepuff students is just the basics."
"Besides, I'm the Prefect."
"Feel free to tell me if you have any questions."
Seeing Cedric's eager expression, which was practically asking him, "Old Xu, do you want a wife or not?", Basil had no choice but to get up and say, "Then I'll go rest."
He doubted whether Cedric would stay up all night with him if he didn't go to the dormitory to rest.
Seriously, it would be so much better if the enthusiastic senior was replaced by an enthusiastic senior sister.
This environment is just right.
The Stormfront stopped the next morning.
While the ceiling of the Great Hall remained shrouded in gloom, the Hufflepuff Common Room was bathed in golden sunlight.
Beautiful music surrounds me, and the air is filled with the fragrance of green grass.
What's even more amazing is that if you want something to eat, you just need to say the name of the food, House-elf next door will bring it to you along with the utensils.
No wonder Harry had no recollection of Cedric before; most Hufflepuff preferred to stay in the comfortable common room rather than go to the Great Hall, and Cedric was one of them.
Basil also found it difficult to find a reason to go to the Great Hall for breakfast.
But the reasons soon came out.
Cedric seemed tireless, approaching from the entrance with great enthusiasm.
It seems that someone else was the one who stayed up very late with him yesterday before going to bed.
"Granger, someone's looking for you. If you don't come out soon, I'm worried that girl will use Explosion Curse to break in."
"It's Hermione, isn't it?" Basil shrugged.
He stood up and passed by Cedric.
Step out the door.
Hermione was followed by Ron and Harry, and she was carrying a plate of sausages and fried eggs.
Harry held a loaf of toast, while Ron carried a jug of milk.
When she saw Basil come out, Hermione quickly came up to her, "It's almost 8 o'clock now."
"Defense Against the Dark Arts starts at 9 a. m. I don't know if you'll have time to eat breakfast."
Harry added, "Hermione usually arrives at the classroom half an hour early just to grab a 'good seat'."
Hermione nodded, seemingly oblivious to Harry's resentment. "He's right. The front seats are fought for. It's not just us, it's the same for all the other students."
"But they all grabbed the back seats," Ron muttered sarcastically from behind.
Seeing that Hermione seemed to have heard something, she quickly handed the milk jug to Basil.
"I mean, this is milk, and it's still warm. Hermione specifically asked me to save it for you."
Hermione looked at Ron suspiciously, but didn't dwell on it too much, and handed over the food she was holding.
"Actually, I don't need it," Basil explained. "Hufflepuff's quarters are right next to the kitchen."
"In fact, we can get food by ordering it out—by calling out the name of the food."
Ron's eyes held undisguised envy. "If I had known, I would have chosen Hufflepuff. That way I could have slept in and had an extra meal tonight."
"Is that so?" Hermione, somewhat disappointed.
Ron quickly took the food. "I can manage. I just ate about half full."
Hermione clenched her fist. "."
"Ah, shouldn't we be going to the classroom?" Harry said hastily. "That's Mad-Eye, he's captured a lot of Death Eater. I can't even imagine what he'll teach us!"
"Then let's go." Basil took Hermione's hand.
Hermione instantly transformed from an angry lion into a little lamb.
It wasn't that he wanted to excuse Ron, but rather that Hermione was wearing black stockings today.
Wearing black stockings at Hogwarts is impossible in the novels, but it happens in the movies.
Hehehe, the world of movies is so great!