"Death is not the end, but the beginning of another journey, a term that has a more specific explanation in the mystical East, where people believe in 'reincarnation', believing that after the end of life, the soul will be reborn and thus start a different life."

As if noticing that Amosta was staring at him, Dumbledore, who was still staring at the aperture, had a complicated complexion, and his voice was no longer clear, and he became old,

"Do you think it's possible, Amosta?"

Amosta withdrew his gaze, was silent for a long time, and nodded,

"That's right."

Such an affirmative tone made Dumbledore's face look shocked, and he looked at the calm Amosta with a slight stunned expression, and for a moment in a trance, he couldn't tell who was closer to death. But in the end, he didn't ask Amosta why he was so sure, but with a slightly confused emotion,

"yes. A new life, a wonderful and beautiful saying, so do you think it is really possible for us to see those souls who are far away again? ”

Amosta knew very well what Dumbledore cared about, and like Snape, there was regret in his heart that he couldn't let go.

"That's hard to say, Headmaster Dumbledore—" After a moment of thought, Amosta said,

"The earth in which we exist is not the center of the universe, and there may be many 'worlds' in this vast universe.

And within each of these worlds, there are huge groups of life, and souls do not reside only in the planet we live with Muggles, called Earth. And the reincarnation of the soul is a shortcut for us to cross the infinite sea of stars in the face of the vast universe, so the souls of those who have passed away around us may be around us, and perhaps, they are separated from us by the sea of stars. ”

Amosta said calmly, and as he calmly narrated Dumbledore, his expression changed subtly.

Dumbledore glared at Amosta as if he was meeting him for the first time, and the pair of blue pupils behind the half-moon lenses overflowed with astonishment, as if the annual opening ceremony, the Muggle-born wizard saw the majestic Hogwarts Castle standing among the mountains and black waters for the first time, which simply subverted the worldview.

"What's wrong, Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Amosta didn't seem to realize what he was talking about, instead expressing wonder at Dumbledore's agitation.

A storm raged in Dumbledore's heart, and he stared deeply at the brilliant young wizard beside him. No, it is impossible to describe Amosta's excellence in terms of excellence, his excellence is simply unheard of, and in the history of magic, his magical talent may only be matched by the four founders who founded Hogwarts a thousand years ago. Tom is nowhere near as strong as Amosta at his age!

"Those worlds."

Dumbledore's voice was hoarse, and he even had the illusion that he didn't have any organs in his mental body now, and his heart was beating.

"What is it like, Amosta?"

"Who knows?"

Amosta smiled,

"Anything is possible, isn't it, if the universe is infinite, then theoretically speaking, the world we imagine can exist in all its forms."

"yes."

Dumbledore realized,

"It's amazing. Souls cross the stars, born in the new world, everything that happened in the past will be abandoned, oh, do you think it is possible for memories to be preserved, Amosta? ”

"To be reborn is to abandon everything and keep memories, which is probably not in line with the rules of the universe."

Amosta smiled.

"But maybe something else will happen, right?"

Dumbledore's blue eyes were sparkling.

"Maybe—"

Seeing that the decadence in Dumbledore dissipated, Amosta put an end to the topic,

"It's all speculation, isn't it, oh, I don't think we're going to be delayed."

Amosta turned to look behind him, the memories of Frank and Alice that he and Dumbledore had brought from the outside world were hovering behind them, each spinning like a beautiful galaxy in the deep space of the universe.

"Through the Corridor, we need to send memories to the soul—"

As he spoke, Amosta raised his right hand and held up one of the 'galaxies', looking a little struggling, and when Dumbledore also held up the other galaxy, he knew the source of Amosta's exertion of strain.

In this magical land, memories seem to have weight, giving a certain amount of oppression to Amosta and Dumbledore, who are in a state of mental body.

The two people next to each other were not talking to anything, they were moving forward intently, they were not walking fast, but the mist floating in this pure white world was rapidly retreating around them, setting off the amazing speed at which they were moving forward, and they had already traveled far away.

The 'sun' in the extreme distance became clear within the horizon.

It wasn't a single aura, but two auras that emitted a soft white glow that fit each other, and from a distance, it looked as if there was only one luminous body.

Once they had crossed a certain border, Amosta and Dumbledore stopped in unison.

The suction of the aura that was still some distance away from them did not also attract the surrounding clouds, but it had interfered with Amosta and Dumbledore, and the memories they were carrying.

Walking here, Amosta finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his expression became more and more relaxed.

"From the Muggle in Pastore, I probably understood that individual differences come from two parts, one is because of the soul, each individual soul is unique and has a different brilliance, and the acquired experience will give the soul a different personality."

Amosta said this, loosening the grip on the memory and letting the 'galaxy' float freely towards the halo, and Dumbledore followed suit.

"If you only send memories into Frank and Alice's minds, then it will always be just memories, but if you contact the soul through the soul corridor, the soul will give birth to a new personality in the sea of the mind This is my speculation."

Dumbledore bowed slightly, watching as the two galaxies gradually approached under the suction of the halo, and finally, like stars captured by a black hole, completely submerged.

The wait didn't last long.

A breeze suddenly rippled in the illusory soul corridor, and under the gaze of the two of them, the static white light emitted by the aura suddenly flowed like water waves, and the gray hole in the center of the light also gradually rippled, as if something was brewing, and the fluctuations intensified.

Bang!

In an instant, two torrents of hues surged out of the gray hole, straightening back the direction in which Amosta and Dumbledore had come, and the quiet soul corridor had also undergone a subtle change at this moment. It's hard to describe, but it's full of life.

The torrent reached the beginning of the soul corridor in the blink of an eye, and pierced it, submerging into an equally pure and immaculate space, Dumbledore stared into the far distance, as if the world behind the gap formed by the space shattering, and thought for a moment, and understood, that it was Alice's mental world that he had just arrived.

It was as if the sky was shattered, and the heavenly river poured into the earth.

The clean and immaculate spiritual space is rippling again, and a new unpolluted spiritual ocean is being formed!

Every inch of space around it was filled with a sense of jubilation, as if the soul itself was celebrating the return of the body to normal.

"According to what you said in Professor Moody's class, Amosta, you think the Requisition Curse is attacking the Soul Corridor where we are now?"

Dumbledore asked.

"I think so--"

Amosta nodded,

"And the Horcruxes. To be honest, this magic is much more esoteric, and it is only possible to split the soul if it is resolved to a certain extent. ”

"Voldemort never knew what he had given up."

Looking around the living soul corridor, Dumbledore said happily that he seemed to sense that the sea of hearts that had become large was reviving the consciousness of the subject,

"Let's go."

Dumbledore smiled and said,

"Alice and Frank must have a lot of questions waiting to be answered."

(End of chapter)