All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 2 Admission Notice Express Delivery

The Leaky Cauldron.

Linder stuffed the last piece of salami into his mouth. He ate until his belly was bulging. He completely understood how the tramps in O. Henry's novels who were generously given alms treated a sudden and sumptuous meal as a matter of life. Just enjoy it as your last meal.

"To be honest, Professor Dumbledore, I urgently need a job that can support me..."

"No, young man, you should not be looking for a job at your age, but go to school."

"What?" Linde was stunned.

"How long has it been since you looked at your own face? A dusty child."

Professor Dumbledore, who was across the table, put down his gleaming silver knife and fork, took out a wand from under his robes - fifteen inches long, made of elderwood - and waved it at Lind.

"Srourgify."

A small whirlwind blew through Linde's body, and all the mud, dust, stains, sweat, and dirt clinging to his skin, hair, and clothes disappeared.

Lind looked at his extraordinarily young and immature face in the mirror of his fork. When others saw him, they would think that he was at most sixteen years old and still a teenager.

"How could it be... Oh, okay. I understand." The exhausted Lind realized that what happened to him was not only the sudden gift of a wizard, but also that his body was gradually returning to what it was when he was a teenager. state. For the past two days, he had slept in the open and had to avoid unwarranted searches by patrolmen. He was really exhausted. It was no wonder that he didn't notice anything strange about his body.

Dumbledore smiled, "That's right, this is exactly what a child should do. Do a good job as a student, and leave the rest of the difficulties to adults to worry about. It's too early for you to take over the work of this world .”

"But I have neither tuition nor an admission letter from the school."

"Don't worry, your admission notice is here." Dumbledore, like the wise old man in all fairy tales who can grant children's wishes, took out a light yellow letter from his sleeve.

Although Linde is already quite old and has been through the wind, frost, rain and snow for a long time, he was still moved by the warm kindness when he read this letter. If it were his roommate here, he would have fainted with excitement when he received this letter.

It was a pale yellow parchment envelope with emerald green ink on it:

South London

Zhdanov wizard's house

Mr. De Lin

Opening the envelope, inside was a Hogwarts admission notice.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Principal: Albus Dumbledore (Winner of Merlin First Class Medal, Chief Wizard of the Grand Wizards Association, President of the International Federation of Magicians)

Dear Mr. De Lin:

We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Attached is a list of required books and equipment. The semester is scheduled to begin on September 1st. Professor Dumbledore will meet with you soon to handle your transfer.

Vice Principal (Female)

Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall

Lind pursed his lips, "This is very important to me, really. Thank you, Professor Dumbledore."

"Two days ago, your name appeared on the admission book. It is obvious that your age is not suitable for admission as a first-year freshman. I think it is a suitable choice to arrange you to be a fifth-year transfer student. Hogwarts There are not many precedents for transfer students, but they all proved to be great wizards in the end. I remember that there was one in the last century... Well, the headmaster of the school was Mr. Phineas."

Linde felt a little ashamed, "But to be honest, I know nothing about magic. Even the basic knowledge for freshmen is very problematic."

"You can choose to attend classrooms of different grades. Hogwarts will not reject a child with wizard talent because of ignorance. Our mission is to spread wisdom, not to use wisdom as a wall to keep people out." Lin Zhao was undoubtedly comforted by Dumbledore's generous and warm attitude.

"Thank you, Professor, I will enroll on time."

"Rest early tonight, Mr. De Lin, you must be very tired. At nine o'clock tomorrow morning, a respected professor will take you to Diagon Alley to purchase the necessary supplies. Don't worry about the cost, this Part of the cost will be borne by the school."

"Then I will look forward to the visit of that professor with full respect. Good night, Professor Dumbledore."

Lynd passed a peaceful night in his guest room at the Leaky Cauldron.He woke up early the next day and went to the bar lobby on the first floor to wait for the respected professor Dumbledore had mentioned.

who can that be?

Could it be Professor Minerva McGonagall?Vice-principal of Hogwarts, dean of Gryffindor College, master of transfiguration, Animagus, a serious, old-fashioned and loving old witch.If it was her, Linde would definitely be taken care of properly.

Could it be Professor Filius Flitwick? Headmaster of Ravenclaw, Charms teacher, champion of the Wizarding Duel Competition, a little wizard with elf blood, gentle and humorous, rich in emotions, and a well-deserved mentor.

If not them, then the optimistic and compassionate Professor Pomona Sprout? Or the cold but affectionate Professor Severus Snape?

Whoever it is, as long as it's not Quirinus Quirrell.The man had been possessed by Voldemort's remnant and was now a thoroughly dangerous man.

Then Linde waited for Professor Quirrell.

"D-D Lin? Hold—sorry, is that your name? I'm—Professor at Hogwarts—just call me Quirrell, Dumbledore sent me—he said you At the Leaky Cauldron..."

Quirrell was a pale young wizard with a nervous expression, stuttering words, and his body often trembled unconsciously. Lin Zhao noticed that his weird purple turban gave off a faint pungent smell, like an Indian turban soaked in masala.

"Hello, dear Professor Quirrell, it is a great honor to meet you."

They were chatting here, and not long after, two customers came to the door of the bar. One of them was an unusually tall man with bushy and disheveled hair. Framed glasses, with a pair of beautiful green eyes, a scar like lightning can be seen faintly on the forehead under the fluffy bangs.

The Leaky Cauldron became lively with the arrival of these two men. The originally bored drinkers came forward to say hello.

The half-blood giant is the keykeeper and gamekeeper of Hogwarts, named Hagrid. And that skinny little boy is the famous savior in the wizarding world, Harry Potter.

Quirrell also came up to shake Harry's hand, but soon, he left on the grounds that he needed to take Linde to school.

Lind said nothing about this, and Quirrell became Voldemort's servant, and Voldemort hated Harry, the boy who had killed him. Smart people should not ask questions, as this is good for life.

When Quirrell stepped forward to meet his ignorant enemy, Linde took the time to glance at the door-shaped mark on the back of his hand.

[World 1: Arrived]

[World 2: Countdown 06:12]

In six hours, he will be able to travel to the next world, which will be this evening.

Quirrell led Lind into Diagon Alley. The entrance was in the alley behind the bar, and Hagrid and Harry's destination was also here. Quirrell avoided both parties as much as possible.

He first took Linde to Ollivander's wand shop. The wand is the life of the wizard. It can be said that the wizard who owns the wand is the master of the magic world. It is an important medium for casting spells and an amplifier of the wizard's magic power. Without it, even the most basic of spells would be difficult, and wandless casting requires extra effort and is somewhat thankless.