A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts-Chapter 620: Resurrection Stone

Chapter 620: Resurrection Stone

"Yeah, that's what Harry said at the time. Amazing guy, isn't he? I even admire him a bit, although I strongly oppose personal worship."

Valen listened attentively, not even realizing that the cookies in its hands had crumbled.

"Squeak!"

"Later... Dumbledore took Harry away."

Felix spread his hands, indicating that the story was over, prompting Valen to complain. Why didn't the Dark Lord follow? It wanted to know what happened next! Felix also felt a bit melancholic; Harry had gone through so much, but it's people like him who survive that make the future more anticipated.

Felix sat behind his desk, his gaze becoming calm.

He had two important things on his plate. One was fulfilling his duties as the Ministry's magical advisor—a considerable promotion. The difference between being an honorary advisor hired by the Ministry and a personal advisor to the Minister of Magic was substantial. His role was to answer various questions posed by Amelia Bones.

This began a few weeks ago.

After the Ancient Runes Yearbook event, seeing that Felix hadn't visited yet, Mrs. Bones couldn't resist and came to the school. Similar to today's routine, she witnessed Voldemort's state. Even without knowing the secret of the Horcruxes, she chose to trust Dumbledore's decisions.

Since then, Mrs. Bones bombarded Felix with owls at an average rate of one per day.

Honestly, he didn't mind responding.

Though Felix displayed an attitude of 'finally getting rid of trouble' when facing Mrs. Bones, it was just a negotiating tactic—a way to assert control and dominance in the conversation. Naturally, he preferred to keep things in his control.

The second matter was his research on the realm of souls.

Felix tilted his left hand slightly, holding a cup-shaped container.

Valen couldn't help but approach, curious.

Inside the container was a piece of tattered fabric, two to three inches long—but on closer inspection, it somewhat resembled a person wearing a black hooded cloak. The exposed skin of the hands was bluish-gray, eerie, gleaming with slime and spots, resembling a decaying corpse.

It was a Dementor.

"Squeak! (Take it away quickly!)"

Valen shivered; it knew what this was, having seen it not only in comic books but also once curiously shown by the Dark Lord, resulting in the loss of its joy, making it sadder than being penniless Sniffle.

The Dementor floated in the container like a black poisonous jellyfish.

"Squeak? (Is it dead?)" Valen asked cautiously.

"No. They can't be considered alive, just a form of 'non-existence,'" Felix said softly.

He couldn't transform into a Dementor, and all his knowledge about them came from experiments. Dementors weren't magical creatures; they didn't even qualify as living beings. Their state transcended the concepts of life and death—they never truly lived, so they couldn't experience death.

Valen rushed to bring its small stool over, ready to listen to a story.

Felix: "Well..." His mood was a bit stirred today.

"The origin of Dementors dates back to the fifteenth century. There was an uncharted small island in the North Sea, later known as Azkaban. At that time, a dark wizard named Ectis lived on the island... So, since Ectis secretly captured passing sailors and subjected them to various cruel and evil dark magic experiments, Dementors were born."

"Since then, they can never be destroyed."

Felix ended the story with a deep voice.

"Squeak?"

"Oh, about this? I can indeed destroy them, but in no time, they will reappear in dark, filthy, and despair-ridden places... Dementors are born from human emotions, and the only way to reduce their numbers is to decrease the conditions for their existence."

Valen was a bit puzzled; this concept was a bit beyond its understanding.

It gestured for an explanation, finally pulling out its own wand, creating a fascinating question in the air: So, when the guy in the cup disappears, does a Dementor egg appear somewhere in the world?

Felix couldn't help but chuckle; he cleared his throat.

"Dementors don't turn into eggs."

Valen thought for a moment, then wrote: Like the seeds of plants?

"Um, not quite... Well, stop writing, I can give you an example." Felix stopped Valen's imaginative association, pondered for a moment, and continued, "The state of Dementors is more akin to Peeves the Poltergeist."

Valen widened its eyes; it was challenging for it to connect these two things.

"Think about it," Felix explained persuasively, "Peeves is an aggregation of chaotic spirits, and Dementors are born from decay, filth, and despair. Peeves can't be seen by ordinary people, neither can Dementors; Peeves can move objects, play pranks, and Dementors have the ability to interfere with reality; Peeves manifests because of the magical atmosphere at Hogwarts, and Dementors, too, appear where darkness, filth, and despair abound."

"For Dementors, the entire world is a castle for them to roam."

Valen earnestly thought for a while and wrote: "But Peeves only stays in Hogwarts."

"For Dementors, the whole world is a castle for them to roam," Felix softly said, "In a corner of Azkaban—where Ectis conducted evil experiments in the past—Dementors still occasionally appear."

"According to the records of the Ministry, the number of Dementors increased dramatically during the two World Wars. They even tried to break out of Azkaban because darker, more desperate places were giving birth to them... until the end of the wars reduced their numbers."

Felix pointed a finger and toppled the Dementor in the tea cup container. "Who would have thought that if left unchecked, they could destroy the entire world?"

Under Mrs. Bones' leadership, the Ministry no longer assigned Dementors as guardians of Azkaban. Meanwhile, a new room appeared in the Department of Mysteries, containing cages for trapping Dementors, sealed with the strictest magic.

Currently, Felix probably had the only ones outside.

He always wanted to understand how Dementors extracted souls, but with precedents, Felix had to be more cautious. He feared inadvertently creating something disastrous.

Felix put away the Dementor and began writing back to Mrs. Bones.

Valen also returned to its little desk to start writing in its diary. It now had a new target, Leonhard Bagshot, for exploding its own little snake. Although its treasure came back, Valen didn't forget this grudge!

On the other side, Harry returned to the common room, quite excited.

"Don't expect me to open the door for you if you come back this late again," the Fat Lady shouted at him.

"Yeah, got it," Harry replied, happily humming.

He learned from Dumbledore that the professors were working hard to ensure his survival. He also discovered a secret—the Resurrection Stone! Dumbledore actually possessed the legendary Resurrection Stone.

This secret was unknown even to Professor Snape.

Dumbledore strictly forbade himself from telling anyone. Thinking about the troubles caused by the Elder Wand, Harry solemnly promised

to keep this secret.

After all, the Resurrection Stone was more dangerous than the Elder Wand.

The Elder Wand was just an incredibly powerful wand. However, the Resurrection Stone could bring back the dead!

Anyone who had read 'The Tales of Beedle the Bard' would know that the Resurrection Stone was one of the three Deathly Hallows, alongside the Elder Wand and the Invisibility Cloak.

Only the Invisibility Cloak was more famous than the Resurrection Stone.

Among the three brothers who received the Deathly Hallows from Death, one chose the Elder Wand, one the Resurrection Stone, and the last the Invisibility Cloak. When the first two brothers met tragic ends due to their desires, the third brother lived a long, natural life. When his time came, he greeted Death as an old friend and willingly surrendered to it.

Harry remembered that Dumbledore liked telling this story, emphasizing that the youngest brother—Antioch Peverell—was the smartest.

Only when Dumbledore handed him the Resurrection Stone did Harry realize that the Headmaster wanted him to choose the Invisibility Cloak instead of the Elder Wand.

In Dumbledore's eyes, Antioch Peverell was the smartest brother because he chose the Invisibility Cloak and lived a long, happy life, avoiding the tragedies that befell the other two brothers.

That night, Dumbledore taught Harry how to use the Resurrection Stone.

This was a secret that he would take to his grave, not telling anyone else.

In Dumbledore's opinion, the Resurrection Stone was dangerous not because it could bring back the dead but because it could deceive the living.

The dead would return, but only in a shadowy, distorted form, unable to belong to the living world.

It was an extremely painful experience.

Dumbledore had used the Resurrection Stone to see his family once more. However, the joy of reunion was overshadowed by the fact that they couldn't truly be together. It was an illusion, a fleeting moment.

And in that brief moment, Dumbledore felt a deep sense of sorrow.

This experience was probably even more tormenting than death itself.

Therefore, Dumbledore, who valued life and its fleeting moments, decided to leave this secret with Harry.

He hoped that Harry would understand the importance of cherishing the living and not falling into the trap of trying to bring back the dead.

In the following days, Harry lived a relatively peaceful life in Hogwarts.

He continued his studies, strengthened his magical skills, and spent time with his friends.

It seemed like the storm that had swept through Hogwarts was finally settling.

Little did they know that an even greater storm was approaching, one that would shake the entire wizarding world.

In the Department of Mysteries, Felix received a letter from Mrs. Bones, expressing her gratitude for his prompt and detailed responses. She was satisfied with the progress they were making in various areas, and she also mentioned that the Ministry was planning a meeting with foreign magical communities to discuss the rising threats in the wizarding world.

Felix took a deep breath.

It was time to prepare for the challenges that lay ahead.

As he contemplated the future, a sense of determination filled Felix's heart.

The wizarding world needed strong and wise leaders, and Felix was determined to play his part in shaping a better future.

You can access more chapters from HERE by joining my Patreon community. You'll gain exclusive early access to the COMPLETE NOVEL.

As a member of my Patreon community, here is what you'll get: