All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

There were no classes on Homecoming Day, it was already dark when the train arrived, everyone returned to the common room after the party, and curfew was not far away, not far from bedtime.

Everyone happily looked through the rankings in the "Handbook" and discussed the college's advantageous projects. The little witch Hermione was very excited. She was the most confident in the study time ranking. If she was given a time converter, Hermione could study seventy-two hours a day.

Gryffindor has never been short of studious children, Percy is an example, Hermione is one, the eldest son and the second son of the Weasley family are the same, not only Ravenclaw students are obsessed with knowledge, nor are they only Greg Lanffindor students like to show off, and every college has all kinds of wizards, but the ethos of each house is very different.

Harry quickly came to Linde's side, at this time the students surrounding Linde had dispersed.

"Mr. De Lin, we caught Wormtail."

The little wizard has a serious face, firm eyes, and a glaring scar on his forehead, giving him the impression of a secret agent reporting an assassination mission to Shangfeng.If Harry had been given a Glock, he would have been a very competent shooter.

Linde laughed dumbly. He patted the boy's shoulder and said calmly: "You should tell Professor Dumbledore about this. He is the leader of Hogwarts... He will provide you with the help you need. It's okay to talk to me about this. Yes, but if you have a chance, you can tell me the story of what happened during this Christmas vacation."

There was a suspicious look in Harry's eyes. He hesitated for a moment, looked around, and then asked in a low voice: "Mr. De Lin, are you really not helping us in secret?"

Linde categorically denied it, but also told the truth: "I just went back to London this Christmas, and stayed at school the rest of the time."

"I see." Harry thought deeply. He always thought that the strange wizard who provided the clue was Linde. Even if he gave a negative answer, he was not so disappointed.

But this way, he had to wonder who saved him. Harry only remembered seeing a figure before he fell into coma. She had blood-like red hair and a voice as gentle as water.

"Mr. De Lin, I think I should give this to you." Harry took out a ring from his pocket. The inlay hole on the ring was empty, but it did not prevent it from being Voldemort's Horcrux. The remnant soul and magic power of the Dark Lord.

"You can keep it. Use the remnant soul in the Horcrux as nourishment. By the way, please do me a favor."

"I'm listening."

"When you go to the principal's office to find Dumbledore later, ask Alfred to come out. I will wait for him in the foyer."

"It's so late, do you still want to go out?"

Linde sighed, then smiled and said, "I have to deal with a guy I don't like again."

"Can I help?" Harry thought Linde was looking for a fight.

"You probably can't help."

Harry's footsteps hurried away. Before he walked out of the common room, he glanced at his companions. Ron and Neville understood and pulled Hermione away who was still having a heated discussion.

Four children came to the principal's office together. The gargoyle at the door asked about the slogan, but they were not invited by the principal, so where did they get the slogan?

Just when they were about to think of a way to notify Dumbledore, the stone beast guarding the door suddenly moved away, which meant that someone happened to leave the principal's office.

The person who walked out of the door was the old bat Snape. When he saw the four Harrys, he was stunned for a moment, then showed his iconic and malicious smile and asked softly: "Mr. Potter, and you?" Our three lackeys, there are less than five minutes left before curfew. If you don’t stay in Gryffindor Tower, are you preparing for a night out?"

Harry smiled at Snape, and the old bat jerked back as if stabbed by his expression.

"Professor Snape, we are here to see Principal Dumbledore. We have something important to do."

"Do you have a password?"

"We need you to tell us," said Harry calmly.

"That's impossible, now, go back quickly."

"What we are going to say has to do with Voldemort."

Snape's expression changed drastically.

He strode over and almost touched Harry's face with his huge aquiline nose. A gloomy breath floated out of his mouth, smelling of the fragrance of herbs and the stench of saliva.

"You'd better not be sensational, Mr. Potter, or you'll know the consequences of such a joke."

The old bat's vicious threats did not scare Harry, but Neville and the others held their breath.

"The password is: Cockroach Pile. I'll go in with you."

Dumbledore was writing letters at his desk, looking very excited and immersed in his work. There was a soft purple velvet cushion next to the desk, and the Russian wolfhound named Afu was lying on the cushion with an uneasy expression. When he saw Harry walking into the office, he showed a threatened expression. .

"Principal Dumbledore." Harry called, then glanced at Alfred, "There is something I need to tell you."

"Harry?" Dumbledore looked up in surprise, and saw Snape standing next to the four little wizards, without saying a word, he did not blame these little guys for coming uninvited, but smiled and conjured Chairs let them sit.

"Come on, what's the matter?"

"De Lin asked me to call Ah Fu out and said he would wait for him in the hall."

Afu tucked his tail and let out a sharp bark.

"That's it?" Dumbledore glanced at Ah Fu, "You heard me, go now."

The wolfhound trembled and moved toward the door. It stared at the four little wizards with hateful eyes, kept muttering in its mouth, and left miserably.

Harry remained where he was, staring into Dumbledore's blue eyes.

"I wonder if you still remember Sirius? He was slandered as the murderer who betrayed my parents and was accused of killing twelve Muggles and Peter Pettigrew."

Both Dumbledore and Snape's expressions changed subtly.

"Slander? You mean slander?" Snape said in a stern tone, "Is it possible that he has something to hide? Where did you hear the news about him?!"

"Severus, don't get excited." Dumbledore looked at Harry, "What do you know?"

Harry told the truth about Wormtail.

"We caught him." Ron patted his chest proudly. "And a snake." He added.

"Quiet, Ron, listen to Dumbledore." Hermione lightly kicked her companion.

Dumbledore and Snape had long-lived expressions on their faces, and they had obviously spent some time digesting the information.

"Where is he? Pettigrew, you brought him to Hogwarts?"

Neville was carrying two suitcases in his hand, both of which had been cast with the No Trace Stretching Charm, and the interior space was specially designed to be narrow to prevent the prisoners from breaking free.

Neville opened a box, and it fell to the ground. From the small box, a squat wizard who was heavily tied up poured out. He fell and cried out in pain.

"Oh, no, don't be like this, Harry, your father and I are good friends, you can't do this, do you want to kill me? Don't do this... I am also helpless, the dark devil... that It's all his fault..."

Snape and Dumbledore leaned in front of Pettigrew, they looked at the man who should have died, and double-checked.

"Deng, Dumbledore? Are you Snape?" Wormtail seemed to see the savior, his hands and feet were twisted and tied behind his back, struggling like a caterpillar, "I, I am innocent..."

Snape's tone was trembling, "It was you, the one who betrayed them, not Black, but you!"

"I can't help it, I can't help it. If I don't tell him, he will kill me! I just want to live!"

Dumbledore's eyes were deep and he said calmly: "It turns out that you were the traitor to the Order of the Phoenix. Everyone wants to live, and there is nothing wrong with that, but you failed to live up to the blood of those good people who gave their lives for justice. Your life is no better than The nobility of anyone.”

Wormtail sobbed.

"Peter, we will put you on trial and let the truth come to light." Dumbledore said.

……

On the other side, when Afu came to the main hall, he saw Lind standing at the half-open gate of the castle. The moonlight illuminated his figure, which was taller and taller than the ancient fir trees in the Albanian forest.

The wolfhound moved little by little to Linde's side and let out a low growl. It was not aggressive at all, but rather filled with uncontrollable fear.

Linde was holding a newspaper from Tirana. The headline was that a British body was found in a drainage ditch.

"Follow me." He didn't look back, just stepped forward.

Ah Fu followed Lin De step by step.

They walked out of the castle, and the next moment, Lind teleported with the dog to the morgue of a police station in Albania.

Under Ah Fu's puzzled gaze, Linde waved his hand to open the freezer in the morgue and took out the unclaimed body of the British wizard.

Linde stared at the pale body of the dead, with a desolate silence on the face of the dead.

The police officers guarding the morgue stared dumbfounded at the sudden appearance of a man and a dog.

Lind turned to the Muggle police officer and said, "Hello, could you please forget about us? There is also this body, I want to take it away."

"No, no, who are you?" The police officer tremblingly took out his gun.

Linde disappeared instantly with the body and dog. The police officer looked at the morgue with the lights flickering on and off, suddenly rolled his eyes and passed out.

Godric's Hollow.

Linde returned here again. The cauldron in the living room of Potter's old house was still standing. He poured a bottle of potion into the cauldron, and then threw the corpse into it.

He took out the resurrection stone and turned it three times in his hand, and the soul of the dead returned slowly.

Ah Fu understood clearly that Lind was trying to resurrect the dead.

It growled enviously.

The soul of the deceased turned around blankly, "Where am I?" he asked.

"Britain, Mr. Pillman, I'm here to take you home." Linde smiled, "I'm sorry that I didn't manage the dog well and caused your unfortunate death. This little mistake will be corrected soon, please return to your body .”

Pillman's soul was thrown into the crucible in ignorance.

At this moment, a cold wind blew in from the window, and a layer of frost formed on the floor in an instant. Ah Fu's hair stood up all over, and he barked wildly in horror.

Lind turned his head and looked back. A dark cloak fell from the sky like a dark cloud and landed in the courtyard, naturally forming a towering rickety figure. The moonlight plated his robe with silver, and two lights lit up under the hood. A deep blue fire.

Death has arrived.