All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 46 Where did the dog come from?

Quirrell woke up from his sleep. He felt like a person who had been insomniac for ten thousand years and finally slept well for another ten thousand years, forgetting all the pain in the past.

He subconsciously touched the top of his head. There was nothing but his bare forehead, but Quirrell always felt as if he had worn something on his head.

What exactly is it?

I can no longer recall that all traces of the purple turban's existence in history have disappeared with Lind's eternal transformation.

But he didn't forget the person who tortured him, that mysterious person, oh, Quirrell didn't even dare to recall the title of that person!

"Finally woke up. Quirinus, how do you feel?" The voice was old and honest, and you didn't have to open your eyes to know that it was Dumbledore.

"Professor, where am I?"

"School hospital, dear Quirinus, you have been asleep for two full days."

"Professor Dumbledore, Merlin, I don't know how happy I am to see you, oh..." Quirrell lay on the bed sobbing.

The head of the school hospital is Madam Pomfrey, a good doctor who takes her work very seriously. When she heard Quirrell crying, she immediately drove Dumbledore away.

"The patient needs to rest and not stimulate his emotions."

Quirrell quickly defended Dumbledore, "No, it's okay. This has nothing to do with the professor. I'm already fine. There's no need to..." Before he could finish his words, another bolt of lightning struck his mind, causing Quirrell to wail in pain. , fell down.

Dumbledore felt a little guilty when facing Madam Pomfrey's accusation. He tucked Quirrell into the quilt, told him to take a good rest, and left.

Professor Quirrell is expected to stay in bed for another half month, and during this time someone will need to cover for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

When Severus Snape learned about the vacancy in this course, he immediately approached Dumbledore. He wanted to fight for this position. He had been passionate about it for many years. The principal and he knew each other well. .

Dumbledore also thinks this is a good idea. Severus is a powerful wizard, and he will definitely let the children learn real things. But at this time, Professor Quirrell, who is lying in the school hospital, passed the owl A letter was sent to the principal's office.

The letter was long, written in handwriting that alternated between trembling and calmness, and ran a full five feet. Quirrell recounted his experiences in Albania, how he got along with the mysterious man, how he broke into Gringotts to steal under his instigation, and how he was rescued by the transfer student De Lin.

After Dumbledore read this letter, even with his life experience, he couldn't help but feel the emotion of "seeing you in a long time".

Snape sat across from the headmaster's desk, always with a gloomy expression. He was trying to figure out the content of the letter, because the expression on Dumbledore's face changed several times while he was reading.

"Severus, I'm sorry." Dumbledore looked up from the letter with a guilty look on his face, "Quirinus recommended an assistant who will be in charge of dark magic during his break. Matters related to defense techniques.”

"Oh, is that so? Interesting." Snape replied subconsciously, he began to shake his legs unconsciously, and when he reacted, he immediately stood up and pressed his hands lightly on the desk, "Who is that teaching assistant? Minerva , or Flitwick?"

"It's De Lin." Dumbledore said in a complicated tone, almost sighing, "I need to talk to him in person, Severus, if you don't mind, please bring him to the office."

Snape's first words when he saw Lind were: "De Lin, you and...where did the dog come from?"

"This is Ah Fu. He is very well-behaved."

The wolfhound's piercing eyes stared at Severus Snape, making the former Death Eater feel even more uncomfortable. "Dogs are not allowed in the school. If you can't take it away, I will Give it a quiet death with a potion."

"Woof! Woof!!" Ah Fu's lungs were about to explode, if Snape could understand dog language, he would be scolded by Voldemort right now.

Linde was happy, "I don't mind. But it's just right, Professor Dumbledore should meet Ah Fu, he will like this dog."

"I hate dogs." Snape deadpanned.

"Wang Wang Wang!!"

Even with the dog leash, Ah Fu would rush up to bite Snape, and the students passing by all cheered him secretly in their hearts. If this bite really caught him, it would take less than half an hour. Hogwarts is the biggest The news is: have you heard?The old bat let the dog bite!

"Quiet." Linde said calmly.

The wolfhound suddenly fell down as if his spine had been broken.

"You are well trained." Snape was secretly surprised and thought: It seems that there is a way to raise a dog. If I had learned this skill, I could deal with that annoying Sirius...

"What's the matter?" Linde read a strange malice on Snape's face, not aimed at him, but as if recalling the painful past.

"It's nothing."

The old bat and the transfer student actually had a good relationship. In the first class, Linde showed five ways to prepare the white fresh potion, four of which were not included in the potions textbook, so Snape had to be ignorant. With a conscience, they have had some exchanges since then, and the atmosphere is not bad.

Linde followed Snape to the principal's office and asked, "Professor Snape, I've been studying Charms recently. It's really not easy to invent new spells."

Snape was already able to invent new spells on his own when he was a student, so he was quite experienced in this regard.

It stands to reason that Linde's current knowledge accumulation is enough for him to invent the magic spell, but this matter stumps him.He couldn't figure it out, so he had to admit that his mortal wisdom had limits, so he asked Snape for advice.

Snape did not refuse and asked directly: "Do you know anything about runes?"

"Slightly understand." Linde has consciously collected relevant information, and what he said is slightly understandable, in fact, it is already at the level of an old wizard who specializes in this field.

"The original spells in the British Isles were written in runes, and the wizards at that time were called Druids. With the introduction of Christianity, the runes gradually disappeared, and most of the spells today are from the Latin family. Extended from it, the magic used by today's wizards and the former Druids seems to be different, but there is no essential difference."

"Yes."

"Flitwick must have emphasized that you must be accurate when reciting spells, but you must already know that spells are not important. Language itself does not have magic power, or its magic power is not directly manifested, but must be passed through the wizard. Come and finish, or those Muggles can cast spells too."

Linde is well versed in this, "The most important thing in casting a spell is to have a clear understanding of the effect of magic, to have a firm belief, and to have sufficient magic power. I have all of these, but I just can't create a brand new spell."

"Creating a spell is not a process of sudden inspiration. On the contrary, it is a process of drowsiness. Magic spells are often born in a crazy dream."

After listening to Snape describing the specific circumstances of his creation of the curse, Lind suddenly realized that he finally knew why he could not create the curse because he had not dreamed for a long time.

To be precise, he hasn't had a dream since he traveled through time. Maybe it's because the quality of sleep is so good, but I didn't expect this to become a problem.

"Is there any other way besides dreaming?"

"As far as I know, no." Snape led Linde to the door of the principal's office. Today's password is: cockroach dumpling.

"De Lin, I think we need to have a good talk." Dumbledore stood behind his desk, with a pair of bright eyes hidden behind his half-moon glasses. He looked at Snape again, "Severus, Please give us some time. I will notify you later regarding the replacement of Defense Against the Dark Arts classes."

Dumbledore turned his gaze back to Linde, and the first thing he said was, "Hey, where's the dog?"