All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 48 The transformation of the transfer student

At noon on Monday, the students gathered in the auditorium for dinner. The restaurant, which used to be lively in the past, seems to be even more popular today.

A message hovered over the auditorium like an invisible ghost, and in that message was a man's name, De Lin.

The two Defense Against the Dark Arts classes in the morning are for the fifth and sixth grades, and they are held in all four colleges.By noon, the whole school knew that the transfer student had replaced Professor Quirrell.

The students who attended his courses all described De Lin with awe-inspiring and mysterious tone. They used to call him De Lin the sugar man and De Lin the wizard, but now they call him "the great De Lin"!

Everyone kept talking about De Lin, as if he had become an elixir, and just smelling the smell would bring good luck to people.

Linde's performance in class is one thing, and the students' appetizing propaganda in the morning is another. The senior students didn't think anything of it yet, but the little wizards were scratching their heads.

Harry's mood was undoubtedly mixed with surprises. He thought it was Snape's substitute. For some reason, this old bat was extremely harsh on him. He embarrassed him in the first Potions class at the beginning of the school. Children are sensitive, and he can see Come out, Snape didn't have a problem with him, he hated him!Just like his uncle and aunt, although he couldn't be killed, they would definitely make his life worse than death.

But the good news is that De Lin, the sugar man, is taking over.

He was so excited that he banged his spoon on the dinner plate at the dinner table. The other friends were also very happy. Hermione's face turned red, and Ron saw that she had circled the Defense Against the Dark Arts on the timetable and also drawn a smiley face in the corner :)

Compared with the happiness in the student seat, someone in the teacher's seat is unhappy.Seeing Snape's ugly face, Harry and the others felt even happier, and even couldn't help humming the song of the Weird Sisters.

It's a pity that Harry and the others had to wait two days for a Defense Against the Dark Arts session, which is really annoying.The group of little lions asked everywhere, but the senior students who had attended the class all agreed: the first rule of Defense Against the Dark Arts class, don't talk about Defense Against the Dark Arts class!

As expected, it is the transfer student's style, always hiding it, no one has actually joined the underground club, or maybe someone has already joined, but they have not mentioned it to the outside world.

The time was very difficult. Harry recalled his first night at Hogwarts. He sat on the window sill covered by moonlight and talked with Hedwig the owl. He dared not fall asleep for fear of opening his eyes. The wizarding world will disappear.At that time, he was looking forward to and anxious about his future life, but now, he is simply looking forward to it, making people unable to help but think wildly and cannot sleep.

Finally, Wednesday arrived. After getting through the morning, it was time for the first class in the afternoon.

Harry dragged his roommates to the classroom early, and they took the front row seats.

When Linde walked in, the first-year students still couldn't believe it. They always thought that he would find an empty seat at the desk and sit down. But he stood on the podium very briskly, with a familiar demeanor and a calm and peaceful expression. smile.

Harry heard a thump, the sound of his heart falling steadily.

That's right, it was indeed Mr. De Lin who took the place!

"Just in case, there are still people who don't know me, let me introduce myself again. My name is Lin De. According to English custom, you can call me De Lin. In this classroom, you don't need to call me professor. I’m just fine as a sir.”

The audience was silent.

"Before the class officially starts, I hope everyone understands that I am just a substitute teacher. Whether you like me or not, you can only see me in this classroom once or twice, maybe only this time."

The little wizards whispered for a while.

"I know the impression Professor Quirrell left on you is very average. I can't make up for the lack of knowledge in a class or two. So let's get rid of the clichés and red tape. I will only teach you in this class. Knowledge and magic that are useful in actual combat. First, I will tell you what a wizard's battle is like."

Harry and the others all recalled the trip to school that Lynde recounted on the Hogwarts Express. All the friends will smile.

"Wizards fight in two types. One is wizard duels. Maybe some of you don't know that Professor Flitwick was once a duel champion. He will tell you that in a duel match, incapacitating the opponent quickly is all that is required. .” Linde looked around the classroom, “I need a volunteer to help with the presentation.”

brush!

The first one to raise her hand was always Hermione.

Linde was also the first to see her, "Then it's you, Miss Granger, please come forward."

Many little wizards let out disappointed sighs.

The gaze was focused, as if there was power, and Hermione felt as if the cloak on her back was burning. She was pushed forward by these gazes, making her steps light and graceful. When he walked up to Linde, he was so nervous that he couldn't even speak.

Linde lowered his head and smiled encouragingly at the little girl, then looked around, "Look at so many desks and benches, it's a bit crowded, isn't it?" He tapped his foot gently.

In the screams of the little wizards, tufts of fluffy hair burst out from the classroom tables and chairs, turning into chubby cats and dogs. With long tails, they meowed one by one, carrying everyone to run in the classroom, and then automatically ran to stick to the walls on both sides, vacating a large space in the middle, and the cats, cats and dogs turned back into tables, chairs and benches.

The children burst into laughter.

Linde sniffed the air, deliberately looked distressed, and asked in a low voice: "The atmosphere in the classroom is too dull, isn't it?" He clapped his hands.

Then the walls became transparent, the ceiling extended and receded, turning into a blue sky, the sun was shining brightly, the clouds were rolling and relaxing, and there was a vast wilderness beneath my feet, with long grass reaching up to my waist, and a refreshing wind blowing from all directions. Everyone's desks were half-buried in the grass. It was as if they had teleported from the classroom to the Pampas with lush water and grass in an instant.

"What kind of magic is this?" Hermione's eyes sparkled.

"Guess what? Smart girl."

"The Traceless Stretch Spell, the Transfiguration Spell, and...the Projection Spell? Well, and...the Weather Spell!"

"Great! If I have the right to add points, I will definitely add ten points to Gryffindor!" Lind said in an exaggerated tone, making the little girl giggle.

All the young wizards were amazed by Lind's magical attainments. It was a surprise to them, but to the senior students, it was simply a shock. They have never heard of anyone who can use wandless and silent magic to this extent. This is no longer like a wizard, but like God in the Bible story.

More magic than magic.

Linde is only used to amuse children.

This may be the margin of the strong.

"What spells do you know?"

Hermione rattled off a long list of words, as if she was talking cross talk.

"Are you going to faint? That's good. You can use this trick next."

Linde pointed towards the ground, and a small clump of lush grass grew up. The grass stems were tangled and twisted, turning into a stocky and cute straw puppet, wearing a round straw hat, both eyes were black X-shaped, and the mouth was He seemed to be cordoned off and smiled funny, like a circus clown.

The green grass puppet waved livelyly at the little wizards, and performed a beautiful court courtesy to Hermione in front of her.The Muggle-born Hermione was at a loss and could only bow repeatedly.

"Now, take out your wand. Release it at it."

Hermione waved her wand solemnly and chanted the incantation: Stupefy!

A short burst of red light shot from the tip of the wand.

The grass puppet took off quickly, dodged the spell with a backflip, and bowed to the audience after landing.

The little witch heard the giggles of her classmates. She looked at Linde helplessly.

Lind encouraged her to “try again.”

"Passed out!"

The result is the same. This time the grass puppets even performed a Cossack kick dance.

Not only was Lind not disappointed, he also applauded Hermione, "Excellent, I'm sure Professor Flitwick must like you very much. Your spell-casting movements are very precise, your spell recitation is correct, and the spell-casting effect is very stable. This It shows that you are very confident. But why did you fail?"

"Because I'm too slow."

"That's right. A wizard's duel needs to be fast, and everything else is prepared to knock down the enemy quickly. I don't know if you have heard of a name, Elizabeth Smuggling, the wizard's duel on Dartmoor in 1379 In the film, she used the Disarming Curse to defeat her opponent and win the championship. Before that, no one was optimistic about her, and even persuaded her to give up the trophy, because her opponent was so powerful that he could easily summon the hurricane that was present in the competition. As soon as the expected duel began, Elizabeth's opponent began to chant a lengthy spell that had the effect of causing a mountain to fall on her head. But alas, it was a simple sentence that defeated such a great wizard 'Ammunition'."

Seeing the thoughtful looks of these little wizards, Lind took the initiative to stand next to Hermione and face the complacent straw puppet.

He didn't take out his wand, didn't chant a spell, just flicked his fingers, hundreds of red lights shot out in an instant, like fragments of broadsword mines, covering the cone-shaped area in front of him, no matter how flexible the grass puppet was, It was also directly smashed into pieces.