All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 13 If you want to survive, don’t explore in Skyrim Province

Linde describes his study journey, and a large section is an introduction to the natural scenery and scenery along the way. The scenery in Tianji Province is indeed unique. But the real attraction is how he encounters danger and how he uses magic to defeat his enemies. These stories can make uninformed children hold their breath while listening to them.

"As a wizard, you must use your imagination to defeat your enemies. Imagination is the most powerful miracle and the most fundamental combat quality of a wizard."

Harry whispered, "You said that wizards fight duels with two-handed swords."

"That's also a kind of imagination. Don't you think it's cool to use a melee wizard? It's completely in line with my imagination of a mage. And those enemies who think you are weak will be defeated by your sword."

Ron frowned and thought hard, "I've never heard of a wizard who uses a sword."

"In fact, there once was a powerful wizard who used swords as weapons. He was also one of the founders of Hogwarts, and Gryffindor College was named after him." It was not Lind who spoke, but suddenly appeared in There was a girl at the door of the compartment with brown hair and a pair of big front teeth. She spoke quickly, crisply and aggressively. She turned to Neville and said, "Have you found the toad?"

"Yes, this gentleman helped me."

Linde suddenly laughed, "Oh, kind girl, come in quickly. Look, you can lend me my umbrella." He raised the long-handled umbrella and returned it to the big dog.

"Are you a wizard too? Are you a senior student? You can keep this umbrella. I brought a spare one myself. By the way, I am Hermione Granger. I was helping Neville find toads. Just now Someone told me that a toad was seen flying over. You left the door open, and I happened to overhear him saying that no wizard used a sword. Gryffindor's deeds are widely circulated. I wrote in "Hogwarts: A School History" I read about it.”

"Ron Weasley." "Harry Potter." They looked at each other, and they all felt that this girl was really chattering a little scary.

"Oh, you are Harry Potter? I know everything about you. You are mentioned in the books "Modern History of Magic", "The Rise and Fall of Dark Magic", and "Important Magical Events of the Twentieth Century". "

Harry was taken aback. He knew he was famous, but he didn't expect that he was already a famous person written in books.This fact made him a little uneasy and happy, but at this moment, he just wanted to interrupt the girl's eloquence, because Linde's story fascinated him.

No matter what, Harry was a polite child. He listened patiently to Hermione's story about how she collected school-related textbooks and books, and how she prepared for them - she memorized the textbooks. What a terrible person.

Harry realized that she was the kind of student who valued academics very much and was very motivated. He met such people in every class and in everyone's study life.

When everyone is still confused, shrinking and shy about the future, these people seem to be fearless, socialize enthusiastically, and go straight to a certain goal regardless of whether others accept it or not. Such students are often very It’s hard to have friends. Harry didn't hate Hermione because he knew that such good students would not bully him, but he couldn't say he liked her because she was too nagging. Anyone who makes friends with her in the future will definitely be annoyed to the point of nervous breakdown.

Ron took the initiative to speak, his face flushed, and he interrupted Hermione anxiously, "You've almost finished what you said, please be quiet for a while, we still have to listen to a story."

Hermione was stunned for a moment, realizing that she had offended someone, and her cheeks burned. The boys no longer looked at her, they all looked at Lind eagerly.

"Miss Hermione, please sit down. If you're not in a hurry, it's fine to stay here and listen to my chat."

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"There is such a book called "Skyrim Province Adventure Guide". The book mentions that there is an ancient building in Skyrim Province called the 'Stone of Destiny'. This is a standing stone engraved with constellations, like an upright stone. It is said that if you touch the standing stone, you will be given mysterious power." Linde continued the previous topic.

It was noon the next day after meeting the robber.The convoy stopped to rest, and everyone went together to pick up branches nearby to prepare for a bonfire.

The coachman Bujolem lit his tobacco, pointed to a low hill in the northeast of the road, and introduced to Linde: "Did you see the stone gate on the hill? It's spectacular, isn't it? Walk along the road to the top of the mountain and you can see the ritual gate. Stone, my dad told me, that stone hides the secrets of darkness and corpses, and there are often ghastly people haunting that mountain."

Linde said "Ah" thoughtfully, and the guard on the side was surprised, "Are you interested in those stones?"

"Well, to be honest, it's a bit. Let's go over there and take a look. I want to try to see if I can activate the standing stone."

Swan said with a smile: "I knew that the mysterious mage would like this kind of legend the most."

The four of them came to the hill where the Ritual Stone was located. The stone steps built by the ancient Nords were swallowed up by the hillside, and only a part of the remnants were exposed on the surface. The ruins on this land were as decayed as the earth itself. When they passed through a layer of huge stone doors - a tall door frame built with three or four rough feldspars - and arrived at the top of the mountain, they found that there was a suspicious guest here.

The strange Breton man had a pale face, wore a black linen robe, and exuded a strange stench. He stood at the entrance of the altar and stopped Linde and the others.

Farndale whispered: "Look at the sleeping bag behind him."

The Breton man's sleeping bag was stained with dirt and moss, and bulging, as if someone was sleeping in it.

"Don't get any closer." The Brighton man said in a cold tone.

Linde raised his hand, indicating that he did not have a weapon in his hand, "We are here to visit the scenic spots. No matter what you want to do, it has nothing to do with us."

"Didn't you see that there was already someone here?!"

The guard boy sniffed and looked at the guy up and down, and finally his eyes rested on the Brighton man's hands - full of mud spots and suspicious black stains.

"That's enough! It seems I have to teach you a lesson!"

The Breton man suddenly raised his hand, and a ball of flames shot straight out from his palm, hitting Kleeman like a preying snake.

Farndall threw out the dagger before the Breton man made a move, and the cold blade was sharp, but when it landed on the Breton man's clothes, it made a muffled sound, as if it had hit wood.It turned out that this guy had already secretly released the wood armor technique.

Kliman charged with his shield, and the flames burned the skin exposed outside his armor. The skin was charred and the flesh was rotten. He roared and knocked the mage over.

Lin De pointed towards the ground: "Prison!"

The stone altar under the Breton man turned into mud, and the surging waves of muddy water covered him and turned into solid rock again.

Just then, Swann screamed: "Dead man! The dead man in the sleeping bag has come back to life!"

An armored ancient Nord mummified corpse tore off a fur sleeping bag, stood up unsteadily, and drew out the hatchet from its waist to approach the crowd.

"Ah ha, he is indeed a tomb robber and a despicable necromancer!" Kliman spat.

"Kill him quickly!" Farndal raised his bow and aimed at the revived ghoul.

The Breton remained silent and closed his eyes, while his undead servants strode forward and drove back the Kliman with their axes. The arrow flew and pierced the old, dry cheek of the wight, but failed to penetrate deep into the skull. The key point of the undead was not in the brain. To defeat it, it was best to kill the summoner.

Linde opened his arms and said sternly: "Great wind!"

A gust of whirlwind knocked the stiff-jointed ghoul down, and the Bretons were once again exposed to the crowd.Enduring the pain of burns, Kleiman drew his sword and chopped off his head, the skin like wood and stone was gouged, and the Breton man shouted in pain: "I surrender!"

"Don't believe him." Lind turned the scattered bedroll into a lion, held down the Nord ghoul, and gnawed the withered neck with a majestic beast's kiss, making a creaking sound.

Kliman didn't hesitate at first. Amidst the screams of the Bretons, he stabbed his head with a sword.

The restless Nord ghoul struggled twice and then turned into a puddle of ashes.

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"You, you killed a wizard?" The red-haired boy Ron was frightened and excited at the same time.The faces of the other two young audience members were pale, and they were too frightened to breathe.

"In the wilds of Skyrim, killing is a necessary job. When he desecrated the corpses of Nord ancestors and attacked innocent passers-by, death was already secretly waiting to harvest his sinful soul." Linde shrugged.