All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 10: The Long Road to Education

On the last day of August, Harry Potter had to discuss sending him to King's Cross Station tomorrow with his annoying uncle, Vernon Dursley. Ever since the half-giant Hagrid scared the Dursleys, the Dursleys have completely accepted the fact that Harry is a wizard. No, it's not so much acceptance as giving up.

Their family - especially Mr. and Mrs. Dursley - are extremely afraid of things like magic and wizards. Let alone seeing it with their own eyes, even mentioning it can make them furious. But we all know that Muggle anger towards wizards is mostly driven by fear and jealousy.

Throughout July, the Dursleys tried to prevent Harry from receiving the Hogwarts letter. In order to avoid the envelopes that owls kept sending, Vernon even took the whole family to the reef, thinking he was hiding A storm-shrouded island can stop wizards from seeking their savior.

As a result, Hagrid, the gamekeeper of Hogwarts, visited late at night, explained the matter clearly, and taught the Dursleys a lesson.

Even now, Vernon Dursley still hated Harry, but he agreed to give Harry a ride tomorrow, "Anyway, we're going to London tomorrow, or I won't be in trouble."

Harry was already very satisfied with this answer. The cold treatment and bullying towards him was the norm in this family. The occasional small favor made Harry unable to help but feel happy. He answered the sentence in a kind way, but this sentence made Harry feel very satisfied. My uncle was angry.

What Harry was asking was: "What are you doing in London?"

Vernon snarled, "Take Dudley to the hospital! Cut that damn tail off before he goes to Smelting."

Hagrid once used magic to give Harry's cousin Dudley a pig's tail. It was so shameful and terrifying that the bully bastard would now run away whenever he saw Harry. Harry was scolded by his uncle and ran back to the bedroom. He buried his face in the quilt, trembling continuously, and finally couldn't help laughing.

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On the first day of the middle month (June), Linde told the people in Ximu Town that he was going to Winterhold.

"What are you doing there?" The guard brother was very reluctant.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Kerryman, Winterhold is full of mysterious guys like Linde, he is looking for an accomplice." The captain of the guard shrugged.

"Tsk, what are you talking about? It's too ugly. It's just an accomplice. Linde is not a robber." Many people in the tavern supported Linde.

Kliman clapped his hands and said, "Okay, Linde, when will you set off? I'll go with you."

"Since you assume the responsibility of a guard, don't leave your post without authorization." Linde advised him to stay.

"Linde, you, a foreigner, don't understand that the province of Skyrim is not safe today. It's too dangerous for you to go alone as a mage. I will be your sword and shield, and escort you to Winterhold."

"Add me one." The wood elf Fandal raised his hand proactively.

"Add me too!" The bard Swann was not to be outdone.

"Add me!" "I'll come too." "Lind, they won't work. You need someone who is knowledgeable, like me."

To say that this group of guys are really bloody, you say a word, and dozens of people have to form a guard to escort Linde, which is really too enthusiastic.Linde said he didn't need so many helpers.

"Kliman, Farndal, and Swann, the four of us come together. When I get to Winterhold, it will be safer for the three of you to come back."

Linde is a wizard, and he can be regarded as a leader among spellcasting groups in a low-magic world.Kliman is a standard sword and shield player, and it is not easy to become a guard. What he lacks is the tempering of blood and fire.Farndal is a mediocre ranger. As a wood elf, at least his archery skills are passable.Well, Swan, he also has some combat skills, and he can barely play a guest role as a thief. Most importantly, he can play the piano and sing for everyone on the road.

Such a standard four-person adventure team was formed. In the DND world view, this kind of adventure team has created countless miracles.

The blacksmith prepared iron armor, swords and arrows for them. Arvo, a middle-aged Nord man, was very sorry, "My craftsmanship is not comparable to that of a real master. If you go to Snowrun City, you can change into better ones. "

The farmers gave them dry food, the innkeeper gave them fur sleeping bags and tents, and the trading house owner gave them mead to drink on the road. The people of Ximu Town worked hard to make the best preparations for the group.

Early in the morning on the second day of the middle month of the year, they set out. The next journey is as follows: first walk to Snowrun City, then find the coachman at the stables at the city gate, take the carriage to Windhelm City, and finally walk to Winterhold. It is expected to take nearly half a month.

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After a long journey, Linde finally stood in front of the entrance to the hanging corridor leading to the College of Winterhold, when a high elf woman blocked his way.

She said: "The Academy of Winterhold is the most magic-focused organization in all of Skyrim, and its doors are only open to true spellcasters. If you want to join, you must prove yourself."

Faraudah is a slender and tall female high elf with iconic light golden skin, honey-like eyes, pointed ears, and a sharp jaw. She tied two short ponytails on her head, with a serious expression but a polite tone.

"I am willing to prove my ability to cast spells." Linde had expected this.

"Very good, but before that, there is another important question, what kind of desire drives you to come to the academy? Is it to seek to destroy those who oppose you with the power of destruction, or to pray for warm and holy magic to heal the wounded? Desire to make those around you obey you, or desire knowledge and mysteries?"

The bard Swan chimed in, "Oh, my mage friend, we all know that Linde will definitely pass your test, so don't ask any more unnecessary questions."

Obviously his eloquence could not convince Farauda, ​​she still stared at Linde with bright golden pupils.

"Partly for the knowledge, but mainly for the adventure."

"Interesting answer. Now you can start the test. See the mark on the ground? Cast a healing hand on it."

"I don't know the spell. But I can learn it. I'm always a quick learner."

Farauda nodded, "You can buy corresponding spell teaching materials from me or the court mages in the city. When you have learned it, come to me for a test."

"Please give me a copy of Healing Hands."

A minute later, Lind came back.

Faraudah was a little surprised, "Is there anything else?"

Linde said nothing and released the apprentice-level spell of the restoration department: "Healing Hand" at the academy mark on the ground.

"This is what you just learned?" Farauda looked dull.

"Excuse me, when will you complete the admission procedures for me?" Linde looked calm. He thought this entrance test was quite fun. If he returns to World 1 in the future and meets the savior Harry Potter on the way to Platform 9, he can use this test on the way. There are ways to amuse children. If you don't meet them, forget it.