All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 64: The Wizard’s Practical Guide

"Now, you can know the problem in your soul. A piece of Voldemort's memory has been sleeping in your soul. The thought strings it stores wander into your consciousness, which will allow you to feel Voldemort's memory. . You are a part of Voldemort, you are his Horcrux and you are him. But at the same time, you are also Harry Potter."

"The Horcrux?"

"A mediocre dark magic artifact. If you want to know how to make it, go find my notes on the bookshelf at the back and put them in the second row."

"Can you get Voldemort's memory out?"

"Yes, but I don't recommend you to do this. For some reason, this piece of memory has begun to disintegrate, and the thinking strings in it have been released, and are constantly integrating into your own memory. As long as your consciousness is not Polluted, you can inherit Voldemort's magic and his memory."

Harry's heart jumped, he stood up, hesitated for a while, and asked softly: "Mr. de Lin, how can I inherit this part of magic power safely?"

The key point was "safety", Harry didn't want to suddenly become the Dark Lord one day.

"I can help you with this, but you also need to do me a favor." Linde finally raised his interest, "I have also encountered some small troubles recently. I need to observe the dreams of wizards, especially creative dreams There is a shortage of volunteers. In fact, I have a candidate in mind, but he will definitely not allow me to enter the brain full of scarred memories. And you, Harry, you are also a good choice. With a small piece from the big The memory of a wizard, your potential is far beyond that of your peers, and there is a gold mine buried in your soul."

Harry found that the calf muscles of his right leg were spasming slightly. He quickly calmed down and said, "I am willing to be your volunteer."

"Don't put on a sour face." Linde comforted him gently, "I value personal privacy very much. Even if I see something weird in your dream, I will never let it out."

Harry didn't say anything, there was a strange light in the boy's eyes, which was a strong longing.

What is he longing for?

unimportant.

Linde was very satisfied with this look. What is needed to create a curse is firm belief. A wizard full of self-doubt cannot make the world surrender to his will. Let alone creating a curse, even if he casts the most powerful Simple magic can go awry. For example, Gilderoy Lockhart, the famous weirdo in the original work, was mediocre in strength, and could only master Legilimency and the Oblivion Curse. He became famous by stealing other people's life experiences. It was because of his strong guilt and self-doubt that his spellcasting skills were poor. Not as good as a second grade wizard.

It's good to have confidence, but creating a spell isn't easy. Snape was able to create his own curse as a student, which was the result of his hard work. Harry has only been exposed to magic for less than half a year and still needs time to grow.

Teachers always like motivated and smart students.If Harry is really worthy of cultivation, Linde is also willing to spend more time cultivating it.

"How many silent spells have you learned so far?" Linde asked pleasantly, like a tutor checking a student's homework, with a lingering terrifying temperament.

The longing in Harry's eyes was quenched in an instant, and he ducked his head in embarrassment, then held out two fingers.

"Oh? Twenty? Or just two?"

"Two, two."

Linde sighed, "It's been more than two months, and I only learned the silent casting of two spells. What about casting without a wand? Do you have any idea?"

Harry shook his head in shame.

"Oh." Linde sighed again, "You see, that's why I didn't agree to let you join my classroom. I don't want to die young because of high blood pressure."

The boy's cheeks turned red but he said nothing. If Ron were here, he would definitely be clamoring to impress Lynd. If Hermione were here, she would definitely show off her unique skill of silent spellcasting. Harry and Neville, faced with this kind of setback, would only remain silent. However, Neville would give up because of his cowardly temperament, but Harry was a wounded little lion who would never give up the opportunity to be proud.

"That's it. It's just right, I've done the two things together." Linde patted his forehead lightly, and had a new idea. He set up a sand table system for simulating business in Winterhold, and it can also be done in Hogwarts To make a similar thing, just before he crossed, a fan game "Hogwarts Legacy" was released. Although Linde didn't play the game, he still learned about some game mechanics through online media.

The game guidance part of "Hogwarts Legacy" was designed by the production team into a magic book called "The Wizard's Practical Guide", which is used to record learning progress and is a menu panel that integrates multiple functions.

Lind plans to make a "Practical Guide" for Harry, connecting the user's memory with the magic book through Legilimency and other spells. In a sense, it can be regarded as a weak weapon. Effective Horcrux. "Practical Guide" will record Harry's process of learning spells, record his thoughts, and dreams, and also help him resist the memory erosion from Voldemort.

It took a while to make the "Practice Guide", at least longer than Lind initially thought. He wanted to make it perfect and improved several versions. I was delayed by other things midway and had to put down the work at hand temporarily. Harry waited anxiously for the appointed day to arrive.

Four days later, on December 24, Lynde informed Harry to come to the library tower. He explained the design philosophy of the "Practical Guide" to Harry. The boy became visibly happy when he learned what this magical tool could do.

"Now there is only one last step left, to inject your thoughts into the book. Don't worry, the thoughts are not afraid of being hurt. It is equivalent to cutting off a strand of hair. Come here."

Harry approached Linde obediently. When he saw Linde raised his hand and pressed it towards his forehead, he subconsciously wanted to turn around and run away, but he still managed to endure it.

De Lin's palms were covered with a layer of cold magical aura, his forehead was numb from the cold, and the lightning-shaped scar burned as if it were burning.

Harry seemed to be drunk, and the world in front of him began to become blurred. After that, he seemed to be in a dream, and he couldn't remember anything.

……

Harry woke up from his sleep and before he knew it, he had started a new day. He lay on the soft four-poster bed for a long time, his mind empty and not thinking about anything. He felt that there must be very few "thinking strings" in his soul at this time.

what time is it now?

Harry turned to look at the frog alarm clock on the bedside table. It was ten forty in the morning.If there is a class in the first period, he has already been absent from class.

The dormitory was empty. It seems that everyone has already gone to class.

Merlin's beard!

Harry jumped out of bed in shock. He was late!

He hurriedly changed his clothes, his confused mind gradually cleared up, and his thinking began to work.

Wait... No, today is already a holiday, Christmas holiday, a full two weeks.

It's scary.Fortunately, it was a false alarm.

"You're awake." Ron stood at the door of the dormitory to greet him. His forehead was sweating profusely, his cheeks were red, and he was panting. He looked like he had gone through an exciting exercise.

"Merry Christmas, Ron."

"Merry Christmas. Do you want to open the package? I deliberately didn't open mine. I wanted to open it when you woke up."

Harry nodded, and Ron was dripping with sweat and emitting a sour heat, but the boys didn't mind it.

Christmas gifts have been piled beside the bed, and the black oil paper package on the top contains a card that reads: From De Lin to Harry Potter, I wish you a Merry Christmas.

When I opened it, I found a thick and exquisite "Wizard's Practical Guide" inside. Harry stroked the pages and had a strange feeling, as if the book was his lost organ.