All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 1: In Harry Potter, a new wizard

1991, July.Southeastern England, adjacent to London, Surrey on the River Thames.

The weather with strong winds and light rain is a typical maritime climate. Pedestrians on the road did not hold umbrellas and walked quickly through the streets in the rain. When their wandering eyes scan the ordinary streets, they will always stop briefly on a foreigner. The indifferent British people would not mind their own business and allowed this confused oriental man to squat stupidly on the roadside.

Linde was wearing light blue chenille pajamas and pajamas. He was holding a mobile phone in his left hand and an instant noodle fork in his right hand. There was also a bunch of red snail noodles on the fork. These snail noodles eventually fell to the ground and failed to fall. Into Lind's mouth. He was completely transfixed, as if under the gaze of Medusa.

A second ago, he was squatting in the teacher's dormitory, happily eating a late-night snack and scrolling through his mobile phone. The next second, he was living on the streets of a foreign country, exposed to the rain and wind.

A brief explanation will explain what his deplorable situation is all about.

Linde must have traveled through time, and he knew it himself, but he just didn't expect that his time travel would be so hasty. At least it will be "cold and trembling" at the beginning of Infinite Streaming. He was eating snail noodles at home and reading a novel, and suddenly he wore it. The culprit was on the back of his left hand.

A sea blue door-shaped imprint. This is the only abnormality in Linde's body that cannot be explained by common sense after living for more than thirty years.

Three days before the time travel, Linde had a strange dream. The dream was pitch black, and there were many strange creatures playing trumpets floating in the void. Their shapes could only be seen in the most absurd dreams caused by vigorous hangovers. appeared, and these advocates praised Linde with solemn, flattering strange language.

He didn't understand a word.

After waking up from this dream, Linde had a gate-shaped imprint on the back of his hand.

Others cannot see the mark, but when Linde stares at the mark, a piece of information will appear in his mind.

Before traveling, this piece of information read: [World 1: Countdown? ? :? ? 】

This information has now changed.

Linde stared at the mark.

[World 1: Arrived]

[World 2: Countdown 99:58]

After one minute, the countdown becomes 99:57

Linde is really numb now, his legs are numb when squatting, and his heart is numb.

Bada. The snail powder fell to the ground, and Linde frowned in distress.

He stood up and looked around. This place looked familiar to him. After walking along the street for a while, Lind could see that although there were many differences in details, this seemed to be the place where the protagonist Harry grew up in the movie "Harry Potter".

Little Whinging, Privet Drive, a fictional place in the novel. But the street signs are clearly written.

When he was studying in the past, Linde's roommate was a loyal fan of the "Harry Potter" series. He usually reproduced the food that appeared in the book, recorded videos and posted them on Youtube.

Linde is not familiar with the "Harry Potter" series. He has only watched the first two movies in the series, but he knows the general plot, not only because he was influenced by his roommate, but also because he has watched a lot of fans at some point. novel.

With some subtle intuition, Lind found No. 4 Privet Drive, the address of the Dursley family where Harry was staying.

The layout here is simple and ordinary, just like all the small single-family villas of the urban middle class. There are no tourists coming and going, no flashes and no clicks of camera shutters. Along the neat streets, the entire row of houses have the same shape and style. They are quiet and have nothing to do with magic.

On the way here, Linde had already learned some background from the old TV set in the street window. This was 1991. In March of this year, Linde was four years old. In December of this year, the red flag fell to the ground, and the giant Buried at the hands of a traitor, in the same year, in July, now, the savior Harry Potter received the admission notice from the wizarding school Hogwarts.

Destiny meets at this moment.

A milkmaid handed Mrs. Dursley a bag of eggs that the Dursleys had ordered today. She had no idea that the bottom of the bag contained Hogwarts admission notices, and these involved "magic and wizards". The terrible notice has almost caused the Dursleys to have a mental breakdown.

Not long after, a thick, breathless man roared through the room. Lind could hear it clearly. It was a rude man yelling angrily: "These damn letters! Harry, come down, damn, go to your storage room...I mean...go to your bedroom." .Dudley, go away, you also go away from me..."

Hearing these conversations, Linde breathed a sigh of relief, he was completely sure now, yes, this is the world of "Harry Potter", a classic fantasy magic story.

He didn't plan to contact the savior at this time. Linde is penniless now, and the money in the electronic account cannot be used in this era. He needs to find a place to settle down first.

Linde remembered that in 91, his doctoral supervisor, Professor Zhdanov, lived in the South End of London. If such a person existed in this world, he might also live in London.

It was two days after Linde arrived at Professor Zhdanov's home. When the old scholar opened the door, he was deeply surprised by the homeless man in front of him. "Who are you looking for?" The familiar faces and authentic Far Eastern accent made Linde feel... kind.

"You are Professor Zhdanov, right? I am Linde, and I am here because of your fame."

"I am Zhdanov, but I am not a professor. This strange wizard, you have the wrong person."

boom!

The door to the apartment was slammed mercilessly, and Lind could hear a rapid murmur in Russian, complaining about the uninvited guest disturbing his afternoon drink.

Linde was thrown into a dilemma between frustration and surprise by Zhdanov's words.

He had gone through a lot of hardships in the past two days from Surrey to London. Personally, he could already rely on a paper cup to beg on the roadside. Just when things seemed to be brightening, Zhdanov, who he had high hopes for, gave up. A solid bowl of rejection. But from Zhdanov's words, Linde was surprised to find that he seemed to have become a wizard with magical powers.

This joy and sorrow made Linde sit on the bench by the street in silence for a long time.

After a while, it was getting late, and an old man in strange clothes came from the end of the street. Anyone who saw him would be immediately attracted by his long silver beard and long hair. This man was tall and thin, wearing a wizard's robe. He also wore a purple cloak that reached the ground. He is Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of the age, Headmaster of the wizarding school Hogwarts, and holder of a long list of honorary titles.

When Dumbledore passed by Lynd, he asked the confused young man a kind question.

"Why is this strange wizard sitting here alone? Is he here to visit Mr. Zhdanov? His temper is well-known, and even an old man like me cannot get more respect."

Linde raised his head, he was a little stunned and at a loss, but quickly calmed down, "Good day, Professor Dumbledore, it's an honor to meet you. As you can see, I am a homeless wandering wizard .With no money and no wand, so just waiting to die in the street."

Dumbledore also seemed to be touched by this tragic experience, and kind warmth flashed in the blue eyes hidden behind the half-moon glasses.He said softly: "If this is the case, then do I have the honor to invite you to have a dinner together?"

"That couldn't be better, thank you for your generosity."

It is really important for the author to read the new book, thank you everyone.