All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 100: On the first day of summer vacation, slay the dragon first

The soul of the Finger Witch is much fresher and fuller than when she was just resurrected, other than that, there is no difference.

Lind closed his eyes and reached into his soul. The touch felt like ice.

"Hello, Linde." The finger witch's voice sounded in my ears, "Is my soul interesting?"

"You say this, it is enough to prove that your soul is very interesting." Linde slowly lowered his consciousness, and kept going deep into her memory until he crossed the invisible boundary and reached the conscious body.

He looked around, and his consciousness seemed to be a deep space, where the strings of thoughts floated silently and lost their vitality. And self-awareness is the deepest star in the deep space.

Sometimes Linde wonders, if the universe is also a soul, is every star its thinking string?

This may be the truth, or it may just be the imagination of a magician.

"I know what you are thinking." The Finger Witch laughed, "So you are a person who likes to think wildly."

"Yes. I never deny it." Linde collected his thoughts and used Occlumency to block all thoughts. He stared at the self-awareness of the Finger Witch—the void star.

"Do you see any problems?"

"No. Everything is fine." Linde opened her eyes, stuffed her soul back, and then released a recovery magic to help her relieve the discomfort caused by leaving the soul.

The Finger Witch said softly, "It seems that you don't know everything."

"I am just getting started with the mysteries of the soul." Linde said bluntly. Although he had the help of the library tower, he did not dare to claim to be omniscient. Knowledge is not exhaustive, but can be obtained continuously. So the more you know, the more you realize how shallow you are.

"It's time for you to rest." Malika took Lind to the guest room.

This is a small bedroom with simple and warm furnishings. There are no decorations, only a soft bed. There is an old enamel table lamp on the bedside table. She said she found it at the flea market and only spent five pounds. The lamp emits light. The light is a strange blue, or it is more comfortable to use orange chandeliers for lighting.

"Do you need me to wake you up tomorrow?" Malika leaned against the door, her long chestnut hair was still damp, with a faint blond at the roots.

"Please let me sleep and wake up naturally. This is summer vacation. If I can't stay in bed, what kind of vacation is it?"

As expected, Linde didn't wake up until noon, by which time Malika had already left for work. There was breakfast left by her on the table, black pepper omelette and toast.

He heated his breakfast with magic, made another cup of tea, filled his stomach, stared at the empty living room for a while, and finally felt like a summer vacation.

It is this state of doing nothing, which is very satisfying, and every social animal after work will miss it very much.

But Linde still couldn't take any time off after all.

According to the plan, he had to go to Winterhold.

Lind recalled the agreement he made with Dumbledore. It happened that he would take this old man to see the world during the summer vacation.

Kaia the owl delivered the letter to Dumbledore, who flooed to London that night.

"De Lin, you don't know how happy I was when I received the letter. An old man like me spends his summer vacation alone." Dumbledore knocked on the door, smiling like Santa Claus, and Lind said hello and nodded to Malika, "Dumbledore, at your service."

Linde invited him to have dinner together, and said with a smile: "It seems that a letter of mine can summon the greatest wizard of our time. This spell is much more effective than any other magic."

Dumbledore is a very likeable old man, calm, gentle, humorous, and powerful. He was personable when he was young, but also very bookish when he got older. Malika chatted happily with him, and it could be said that the guest and the host enjoyed themselves.

After dinner, Lind opened the portal, and Dumbledore's eyes were strangely shining. He stepped into it, almost impatiently. Every spellcaster should be curious about the unknown world. From this point of view alone, Dumbledore is not too old. What's more, he is also a Gryffindor, and the blood of adventurers flows in his body.

Malika sat at the table and waved goodbye to Lind.

"Goodbye." She smiled.

……

Winterhold.

The sky in July is unbelievably clear.

As the snow melts in the spring and roads thaw, refugees displaced during the war flood into the rebuilt city, filling its streets and bringing with it an industrial population. Of course, there will also be security unrest.

Thanks to the monitors all over the sky, these sleepless machines watch every corner of the city. Any violation of the security regulations issued by the Winterhold Council will be notified to the nearest guards and academy mages as soon as possible.

In the square in the center of Winterhold, there are still more than a dozen corpses hanging, telling people who come to live in this city, no matter what your plans are, don't provoke the city's administrators.

The most lively area of ​​the city is undoubtedly the northern port, where fishing fleets go to and from the sea every day, bringing in tons of catch. A large number of sailors, fishermen and workers gathered at the port, ushering in spring in the frozen furnace tavern, which was originally quiet. A summer's worth of bottles could fill the main streets of Winterhold.

The automatic trawl net designed by the Academy Master has greatly improved the fishing capacity of fishing boats. These fresh seafood will be processed in the food factory at the port and made into various foods that can be preserved for a long time through baking, drying, pickling and other methods.

The Eastern Empire Trading Company took a fancy to these cheap seafood products in Winterfort, and a large number of orders came in, which is currently Winterfort's largest financial income.

Klieman is now the captain of the guard of Winterhold. He no longer has to patrol the streets or stand guard on the city walls as usual. His official duties are not busy either, because the city management of Winterfort is handled by the mages of the academy. As a peace officer, Kliman's daily work includes attending meetings, writing mission reports, and signing public security documents.

He will spend more energy training new recruits and have plenty of time to spend with his family.

At noon that day, he was sitting in the office taking a nap when he suddenly heard a desolate ancient dragon roar. Then the insignia of Winterhold he was wearing vibrated, and the watchers patrolling the city raised an emergency alert.

"Attention to dragon attack! Attention to dragon attack! Everyone leave the street immediately! Please leave the street immediately!"

Kleeman didn't have time to put on his cloak, grabbed a shield and rushed out the door. He looked up and saw a strangely shaped spot in the southern sky, which didn't belong to any kind of flying bird.

Witnessing an approaching dragon is a very scary thing.

The roar it emits is deep and long, like the reverberation of thunder, and the ancient city walls will tremble slightly. The earth is responding to the call of the dragons, who are the kings of the sky.

"Assemble!!" Kleeman shouted, "All soldiers, prepare to fight!"

The plague of dragons is spreading across Skyrim, and Winterhold, despite its remote location, is not immune.The horror of the dragon, which the wandering refugees had heard so often, had finally descended upon the people of Winterhold.

There was another long dragon chant, and it spread its wide wings and approached quickly.In a heart-pounding few seconds, the dragon shadow expanded from a small speck in the sky to a gigantic giant.

The giant dragon has two feet and two wings, its neck and tail are very slender, and it looks like a solemn cross when flying in the air.

The streets of Winterhold had cleared, and the guards gathered in the direction of the dragon.

Kliman met the mages of the academy, and Magister Blerina and others were surrounded by a familiar figure.

"Linde! When did you come back?"

"Kliman, old friend, let's talk about old times later. I didn't expect that when I came back this time, I would catch up with the dragon attack." Linde nodded to him happily, and then said to Dumbledore, "Professor, no Would you mind slaying a dragon before visiting Winterkeep?"

Dumbledore laughed, "I knew it would be an interesting journey."

Because I am very unhappy, I decided to wish you all happiness every day, so that sooner or later your happiness will be passed back to me.