HP: It's a snake, not a badger.

Chapter 39 Resurrection Ritual

Newt was having a great time at Aldrickson Manor, where there were many magical creatures, and no one was disturbing him as he enjoyed his time with them.

"Newt, how are you doing? It's time to collect Thunderbird blood."

Dumbledore was wearing a purple wizard's robe embroidered with stars and wands. When he came out of the garden, Newt thought he was some kind of magical creature.

"You won't hurt Jimi, right? You promised me that before I came."

"We only need a little bit of its blood, about the amount of three potions. This amount of blood won't harm Jimi."

"After I've drawn the blood, I'll send you back. Here's the dragon egg I promised you." Dumbledore handed him a red egg, which was part of the terms of their deal.

Dumbledore stroked the ring in his hand, wondering if he was doing the right thing, and whether Ariana would resent him.

"Al, let's go. All the preparations are done at Ariana's." Gellert hugged Dumbledore. "We'll only know Ariana's true feelings when we meet her, won't we? We can't let all these people's efforts go to waste."

Gellert knew what he was afraid of. It was cruel, but he had to push Dumbledore forward. This was a thorn in their side, and if it wasn't removed, it would fester and fester, and they would end up back where they were before.

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"Severus, come with me. Let's go to your room and put your luggage away first."

The potions master, lured by the mutated herb garden, immediately packed his things after reading the letter, taking only his wand and clothes with him. However, he only brought two sets of underwear; the rest were all his potion-processing tools and cauldrons.

Emeric led Severus to the end of the corridor. As soon as the door opened, the aroma of medicine wafted out. "Severus, this is your studio. I prepared it according to your habits. If there's anything you need to change, just ask Fufu. Fufu is back too."

Then she opened the door to the next room. "This is your bedroom. You'll stay here for the next few days. My room isn't far from here. Just call me if you need any help. I've already arranged for Fufu to call you for meals at a set time every day. If you don't eat on time, she'll lock up the studio."

Upon hearing this, Severus's face darkened. "Allie, I'm the professor, aren't I? You're meddling too much. If you're so free, do you need me to give you more homework?"

His plan was for him to be alone in his room with his own herb garden, a cauldron, and a wand, instead of being constantly supervised.

"Okay, okay, I was just concerned about you. I've learned a lot of cooking from my father these past few days. You can ask me to cook. If it's not good, I'll write another paper."

"I'll take you to the herb garden; you can pick any that are ripe."

Emeric pretended not to see the displeasure on Severus's face; he could compromise on anything but health.

A vibrant scene unfolds before you: in the vast fields, colorful branches sway in the breeze, their vivid colors shining in the sunlight, as beautiful as a colorful oil painting.

Severus stood at the entrance to the herb garden, and only now did he truly appreciate the skill Emeric had described in cultivating plants.

"Young Master..."

Emeric immediately covered Fufu's mouth; if Severus found out, he would be dead.

"Severus, I have to go now. If you get lost later, just call for Fufu, she'll show you the way."

Seeing that Severus was only focused on the herbs and hadn't noticed his unusual behavior, Emeric quickly slipped away, planning to wait until he finished dealing with the other matter before he could continue spending time with Severus.

Clearly, Emeric had forgotten that after the ritual, he would turn back into a child.

After he had examined all the materials, he cut open Dumbledore's wrist and began to bleed, pouring the blood onto a small doll.

As the materials were incorporated, the smell of blood in the room grew stronger. By this time, Dumbledore had already lost 200 milliliters of blood, and his face gradually turned pale.

The alchemical doll's body was still halfway soaked in blood when Emeric, after healing Dumbledore's wound, slit his own wrist.

"Airi, no, let me do it. I want to save Ariana."

"Don't overthink it. It can't fuse without my blood. Otherwise, what do you think the fusion agent is?"

When the blood had soaked the doll to two-thirds full, Emeric took out a bottle containing Aberforth's blood and poured it in, and with all the materials, the doll was completely submerged.

Gellert stood beside Dumbledore to support him and prevent him from collapsing from blood loss. Dumbledore took the potion that Emeric gave him and drank it.

After drinking two bottles of blood-replenishing potion, Emeric cut his wrist to collect a bowl of blood, then picked up a pen and began drawing magic runes on the ground.

As the magic runes were perfected, the temperature in the room gradually decreased, and the aura of death drew ever closer.

"What are you doing, Ellie, stop."

Severus's pupils shrank slightly. The smell of blood in the room and the large patches of red magic runes on the floor reminded him of some unpleasant memories.

The day Lily died was the same; there were large patches of blood on the ground, and Severus's breathing became rapid before immediately returning to calm.

His empty black eyes concealed his earlier vulnerability. He strode over to pull Emeric away, but Gellert's wand blocked his way.

"You can't stop the ritual. Their blood can't be shed in vain. If you're worried about Ellie, stand here. If you're not, leave. I'm not letting you pass."

"In the name of Aldrickson, I offer you all my life force, to awaken the dead souls, and with my blood as a guide, to show you the way back."

"Hiss... hiss..." Whose soul do you want to exchange?

Ariana Dumbledore

"Hiss... hiss..." As you wish.

Death took out a ball of light and threw it at the alchemical doll on the ground. The light landed on the doll and turned into a little girl. Emeric turned to look at Dumbledore and, after seeing the tear stains on his face, confirmed that this was Ariana.

Emeric cut his wrist and used the blood to make a line, which he then used to bind the doll on the ground to prevent Death from breaking his promise and taking back the soul.

After doing all this, he smiled at Severus to reassure him that nothing would happen, then turned to Death and began to unleash his magic, sending a surge of life force toward Death.

As Emeric knelt on the ground, his face grew paler and paler until he collapsed, and only then did death depart.

As the scent of death dissipated, the doll on the ground began to grow up, eventually looking exactly like 14-year-old Ariana.

"Brother, how did I get here? Why have you and Brother Gellert gotten so old?" Ariana opened her eyes and saw Dumbledore's beard and wrinkles. She felt that she had missed a lot, but the discomfort of her new body made her fall asleep before she heard the answer.

Severus, his hands trembling, reached out to check the little cub's breath on the ground. Feeling its warm breath, he held the cub tightly in his arms.

"Dumbledore, you'd better give me an explanation."

After saying that, he picked up Emeric and carried him all the way back to his room.

He wasn't in the mood to brew potions today; all he wanted to do was hold the child in his arms and sleep. His emotional rollercoaster had left him exhausted. He quickly changed their clothes, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep.