Pabbie's Resurrection, and James and Lily

"You're right."

Harry nodded seriously and looked up at Pabbie.

"I don't recommend you rush, Harry." Pabbie floated to Harry's side, his transparent arm passing through Harry's head. "Listen to me first—you should know that Mr. LeMay has found a way for me to regain my body, and I don't really need this gem right now."

"But wouldn't it be better if this gem gave you back your body?" Harry asked, puzzled. "What if—I mean, what if Mr. LeMay's method doesn't work, or perhaps his method is some unproven Dark Arts he learned from a book?"

"Hey! Potter boy!" Mr. LeMay mechanically raised his arm and snapped impatiently, "I'm still here!"

"I was just giving an example, Mr. LeMay," Harry turned to Mr. LeMay, "It doesn't mean I really think so."

But Mr. LeMay gave him a "I don't believe you" look, thinking that Harry was doing it on purpose.

I said that on purpose in front of him!

"Listen to me, Harry." Pabbie was still rubbing Harry's head with her transparent arm, the cool sensation making Harry's head throb. "There's someone who needs this gem's help more than I do. Do you remember Anne? Sebastian's sister—she's suffering from Dark Magic Curse. With this gem's help, perhaps we can use its power to break Anne's curse and thus break the seal... What do you say, Harry?"

Harry fell into deep thought upon hearing Pabbie's words.

What she said makes a lot of sense; Mr. LeMay has actually found a way to help Pabbie recover.

This gem is the icing on the cake for Pabbie, giving him an even greater chance of success, but even without it, Mr. LeMay has a backup plan.

Anne's situation is different; no one can lift her Dark Magic Curse, so she can only pin her hopes on this gem.

"I have a suggestion."

Just as Harry hesitated, Veratia spoke up, "Perhaps we shouldn't rush to use this gem. Let's wait until after the resurrection ritual for Pabbie, observe its effectiveness, and then make a decision. What do you think, Harry? If the ritual goes smoothly, then we can use the gem on Anne; but if something goes wrong with the ritual, this gem can still be a backup plan for Pabbie... Anyway, Anne is currently in a sealed state, so there's no rush to remove the curse from her, is there?"

Veratia's words were a revelation to Harry. He nodded and said, "You're right. Well then... let's wait for Mr. LeMay to prepare the ceremony. We'll keep this gem for now. If the ceremony fails, we'll use it."

"What about Anne?" Pabbie floated in the air, as if swimming on her back.

"As Veratia said, Anne is currently sealed, and as long as we don't break the seal, she'll be fine," Harry told Pabbie.

Pabbie nodded and accepted Harry's suggestion.

"Then it seems you'll have to wait a few more days," Mr. LeMay said at this point. "If I'm not mistaken, the Potions will be ready in four days, at which point we can begin resurrecting Miss Sweeting —however, we'll still need the blood of Miss Sweeting's enemy. I wonder if you..."

"Use mine," Veratia said, glancing at Pabbie. "In a sense, we are indeed enemies, so... using my blood is fine too."

Mr. LeMay didn't say anything, but just gave a mysterious smile to the group of people.

As we all know, a rival in love is still an enemy, so it's not unreasonable to say that Veratia is Pabbie's enemy.

Upon hearing Veratia's words, Pabbie guiltily hid behind Harry, trying to avoid the gaze of the "official wife" (but).

"As for the servants' meat..." Mr. LeMay looked at Harry, "Perhaps you could do it? Newt hasn't been in Britain these past few days; he's been summoned to America by the Ministry of Magic again..."

"Use mine," Cassandra said, a slight smirk playing on her lips as she noticed Harry's gaze. "This is a decision, not a discussion with you, Potter— "

"Cassandra..."

Pabbie's eyes welled up with tears—she didn't know why the ghost's eyes were wet, but she was just deeply moved.

She never expected that Cassandra would step forward to help her.

"But why..." Harry was a little confused as to why Cassandra would suddenly stand up.

Cassandra did not answer his question, but turned her gaze to the side.

Her motives are actually quite understandable. After all, Veratia has already stepped forward to help Pabbie, so as another... well, Cassandra can't just do nothing, can she?

That would seem rather inhumane.

"Perfect!" Mr. LeMay clapped his hands happily. "Then it's decided... Also, I've found old Sweeting's bones, which are stored in my Alchemy Room. We'll need them in a few days."

"Thank you... thank you all..."

Pabbie sobbed as she spoke, sending up a chilling gust of wind, and gave Veratia and Cassandra a hug.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be so sentimental," Cassandra said dismissively. "Achoo... Look, you're almost giving me a cold."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Pabbie apologized awkwardly.

Now that the resurrection has been decided, all that's left is to prepare and wait for Pabbie's resurrection.

Sirius and Lupin returned to the castle to continue their teaching careers.

Sirius not only had to teach, but also had to learn other things, such as things he used to scoff at.

"I'd rather deal with those slimy slugs with that old Snivellus than learn to be one of those filthy things!" Sirius grumbled at Lupin.

"But if you want to go down this path, this is what you have to learn," Lupin sighed. "Think about how many people's expectations you carry on your shoulders. Do you want to let Harry down?"

Sirius took a deep breath.

That's right, his earnest expectations for his son were indeed the driving force behind his progress.

"Okay," he said, rubbing his head. "Then I'll continue reading—"

These days are still far from the start of the School Opening year; it will be a few more days before School Opening officially begins.

So Harry didn't have any classes after returning to school. When he had nothing to do, he would wander around the castle or go to Mr. LeMay's alchemy laboratory to check on the progress.

Finally, on the fourth day, Mr. LeMay's Potions was officially declared complete.

The resurrection ceremony should not have too many people present, so apart from one person who needed to contribute flesh and another who needed to contribute blood, Mr. LeMay only allowed Harry to be present to observe.

Of course, there was also a Lady Death, who seemed to have nothing else to do and sat to the side, intending to observe Pabbie's resurrection ceremony in its entirety.

Mr. LeMay set up a large cauldron in his Alchemy Room, containing the potion he had already prepared.

When they arrived at the Alchemy Room, Mr. LeMay waved his wand, and soon orange flames began to burn beneath the pot.

The liquid in the crucible seemed to heat up very quickly; the surface not only began to boil but also sparked, as if it were on fire.

The steam grew thicker, enveloping Mr. LeMay's figure and blurring him.

"Alright, Miss Sweeting," Mr. LeMay said, pointing his wand at the cauldron, "you may come in—"

Pabbie looked pitifully at Harry, then at Veratia.

"Go quickly," Harry said to her. "Don't worry, you're a ghost, this pot won't cook you..."

Upon hearing Harry's words, Pabbie spat at him.

Then, she walked into the pot, turning back every few steps, with a small, transparent head peeking out from the pot.

"Go inside," Mr. LeMay commanded.

Pabbie let out a "oh" and plunged his head into the medicine.

Mr. LeMay raised his wand and chanted, "Your daughter can be reborn from the unintentional donation of your father's bones!"

Suddenly a noise came from the side, and a box was opened with a bang, which startled Mr. LeMay.

A large bone club flew out and gently landed in the crucible.

The Diamond -like surface of the liquid shattered, hissing and sparks flying, and the liquid turned a murky yellow.

"It's your turn, Miss Malfoy," Mr. LeMay continued.

Cassandra stepped forward, drew a dagger, and without batting an eye, sliced a long strip of flesh off her arm.

Blood gushed out immediately, but fortunately, Veratia used her wand to Reparo Cassandra's arm to its original state, as if she had never been cut.

Harry's heart skipped a beat; he admitted he felt a pang of sympathy.

However, Cassandra remained silent and threw the meat into the pot.

"The flesh of your servant, voluntarily donated, can bring your master back to life!" Mr. LeMay continued to chant.

Suddenly, the potion turned emerald green, and there seemed to be silver liquid flowing around it.

It's obvious at a glance that this is the purest Slytherin color scheme.

"Alright, next up is you, Miss Grindelwald," Mr. LeMay said again.

Veratia stepped forward and took the dagger from Cassandra's hand.

"No, you can't give yourself up willingly," Mr. LeMay stopped Veratia, and said to Harry, "Control her with the Imperius Curse —quickly!"

"Imperio (Imperio)!"

Cassandra made the first move, her actions without the slightest hesitation, controlling Veratia to hold the dagger and slash at her wrist.

Bright red blood gushed out, flowing down her fair, jade-like wrist and into the boiling pot.

The medicine in the pot started crackling again the moment it came into contact with Veratia's blood.

Soon, the potion changed from a color of alternating emerald green and silver to violet.

At the same time, Cassandra also lifted the Imperius Curse.

After regaining her senses, Veratia used her wand to heal the wound on her wrist.

"It seems the ceremony went very well?" she asked.

Mr. LeMay didn't speak, but said to Veratia, "I suppose so—I'll go out for a bit, Harry, are you sure you don't want to come with me?"

"Huh?" Harry didn't react.

He really didn't know why Mr. LeMay had asked him to go out.

Mr. LeMay ignored him and trotted out on his own.

Sigh, even though I'm old, I've still seen some things I shouldn't have, and now I'll get a sty...

Outside, Sirius and Lupin, who had been waiting patiently, surrounded Mr. LeMay like parents awaiting the birth of a newborn, asking, "How is it, Mr. LeMay? How did it go?"

"Everything went smoothly." Mr. LeMay was like an obstetrician in a white coat, just short of saying that mother and child were safe.

Inside the Alchemy Room, a white cloud of mist gradually rose from the huge crucible.

The pot gradually dried out, and finally, it cooled down.

The smoke dissipated in a short while.

Cassandra's eye twitched suddenly.

What has blinded me?!

"Harry!" Veratia reacted quickly; without thinking, she cast a Stinging Hex on Harry.

Harry:?!?!

He covered his eyes, unsure of what to do.

No, I haven't seen anything yet!

Of course, at this moment he also realized what kind of scene was inside the white mist.

He thought he probably shouldn't have watched it.

A rustling sound came from beside him, and just as Harry was getting a little impatient, Veratia finally broke the Stinging Hex on him.

What comes into view is justice and fairness.

"Harry!"

Harry's final idea was that charging at opponents with the ball was strictly prohibited in Quidditch Match!

When he regained consciousness, Sirius and Lupin had already arrived at the Alchemy Room.

"It seems you've truly recovered." Sirius looked at Pabbie with the same sizing up of a mother sizing up her daughter-in-law. "This is definitely something to celebrate..."

"Great, now that I've recovered—" Pabbie immediately thought of Anne, "Can you use that gem now? To lift the curse on Anne?"

"Hmm." Harry nodded. "I'll go ask Ominis where the Chamber of Secrets where Anne is hidden is..."

Just as Harry was about to leave, Mr. LeMay suddenly spoke.

"If the gem works, a healthy Anne will appear before you."

Harry thought about it and realized that it was indeed true.

He took the gem out of his wallet, looked at the Lady Death, and asked, "Lady, how should this gem be used?"

"Hold it, and think of fulfilling your inner desires," Lady Death replied.

Harry nodded, took a deep breath, and thought to himself that he would cure Anne of the curse.

At the same time, his finger pressed against the gem.

In that instant, the house was plunged into darkness, and even the magical lights were swallowed up by the darkness.

"What happened?" Harry asked in astonishment.

"I don't know," Sirius said, sniffing.

Just then, a noise suddenly came from outside.

"Who is it?" Sirius asked alertly.

Judging from the voices, there should be more than one person, and the voices clearly do not belong to Dumbledore.

He cautiously opened the door, and as soon as he did, he heard a spell.

"Stupefy (Stunning Spell)!"

A clear female voice rang out, followed by a red Charms.

Sirius quickly dodged backward, avoiding the Charms.

Just then, Veratia lit up her wand.

Following the light, Sirius's wand fell to the ground with a thud.

His voice was cautious, filled with the brokenness of having regained what was lost, yet still unable to believe it.

"Prongs? Lily?"

(End of this chapter)