All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 67 Isulindi Stick Insect

The curfew time has come, and the footsteps of the housekeeper Filch echo in the desolate castle at night. The festive atmosphere did not seem to have infected the cold night watchman. He was still so lonely, with only Mrs. Norris for company.

Harry accidentally became obsessed and missed the time. He quickly took out his mobile phone to contact Ron.

[Ron, are you asleep? ]

[No, I'm about to come out to find you, I'm wearing an invisibility cloak.where have you been ]

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and asked Ron to pick him up.

"Harry." A soft, hoarse voice sounded from behind.

He turned his head suddenly, and saw a long white beard and a purple wizard robe. Looking up, he saw a gentle old face, and the blue eyes behind the half-moon glasses were still as bright as when he was young.

"Professor Dumbledore. Have you been here a long time?"

"No, I just arrived. I'm here to take Alfred back. It really touches me to see you two getting along happily." Dumbledore's eyes actually got wet. Harry didn't understand what was so tearful about this. I wonder if all great wizards are so strange.

"Afu is very good. He is very good." The boy wanted to stroke the wolfhound's head, but Afu got up and ran away.

After hearing this, Dumbledore looked at Ah Fu with more solemn and sad eyes, but his tone became more gentle, "Yes, I know, he is very good, but you have to be careful of him, sometimes, He's going to be very bad, and he's going to do horrible things. From now on, Harry, try to keep your contact with Alfred as little as possible. Never be alone with him. Remember?"

Harry nodded in surprise.

"Okay. Good boy." Dumbledore smiled. He did not see the vivid sarcasm on Afu's dog's face.

An evil soul whispers silently: Dumbledore, old bee, continue to believe in Harry Potter, treat him as your favorite student, until the day he reveals his evil power, I really want to see what you will be expression.

Harry felt a little uneasy about Dumbledore's gaze. The old man seemed very tired. The joyful atmosphere of Christmas had exhausted his energy for the day. He raised his hand and touched Harry's scar and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

"Only occasionally."

"That's good." Dumbledore seemed to want to say something more, but after all he shook his head. He said goodbye to the boy and led Ah Fu away.

His back looked like that of an ordinary old man walking his dog, without any of the swagger and magnificence of the greatest wizard of this century. And the wolfhound was like a white, deformed phantom, following behind Dumbledore. Under its cute appearance, it exuded lingering unspeakable malice.

Harry waited there, and not long after, Ron came to him wearing an invisibility cloak. The two boys avoided Filch and quietly returned to the dormitory.

Lying on the four-poster bed, Harry was a little sleepy, but at the same time he didn't want to go to bed too early, and the anxiety of not wanting to end the day too early urged him to pull out his phone.

Just two days ago, a communication software similar to WeChat was launched on the mobile phone, and the members of the library tower added each other as friends. Harry lay on his side and checked the messages in his circle of friends.

The mages of Winterhold are usually shy in society, but they are willing to share their daily life on the Internet. Savos Aran sent a message "at work", and the photo showed his residence at the college. Scroll down and Mage Mirabelle shared a photo of her sitting in the lord's palace in Winterhold for a meeting. Master Blelina sent a photo of a potted lavender plant with the text "I can't bear to smash it." Master Onmond sent a photo of Jiugongge. There was a magnificent snow-capped mountain scenery and the corpse of the Three-Eyed Troll in the photo. Caption: "Arrived at the highest monastery in the world - Hrothgar! Be with the Dragonborn!"

Like, like, like... Harry continued to scroll down.

Hermione shared photos of her Christmas with her family, both wearing wizard hats and smiling.Ron commented below: Looks like fun!

like.

Linde also posted a high-definition picture on Moments a few hours ago. In the picture, the red flag on the top of a towering building is falling, and it was frozen at that moment.He accompanied the text: History lowered its curtain to block a behemoth, 1991.12.25

Harry didn't understand what the picture meant, and he didn't know where Linde had gone. Apart from likes, there were only a few unrelated comments under this message. He liked the message and finally couldn't resist the overwhelming sleepiness. He stuffed his phone under the pillow, closed his eyes and pursued his dreams.

……

Fifty-five degrees and forty-five minutes north latitude, thirty-seven degrees and thirty-six minutes east longitude.

Seven o'clock in the evening local time.

There was no snow in Moscow, the Christmas night sky was dark, the atmosphere was freezing, and crowds of onlookers gathered on Red Square.

Lind looked at the bright red flag above the Kremlin and waited quietly. There was another person standing next to him, a short man wearing an octagonal hat and a long windbreaker. He also said nothing and put his hands in his pockets. , looking around at the people gathered around from time to time, always looking thoughtful.

The crowds in the square came and went and gradually increased.In addition to the local people, there are also reporters with cameras, foreign tourists, and patrolling guards with guns.There are young couples in love, middle-aged couples with children, and elderly people with disabilities.There are Muggles and wizards. Linde saw Wizard Zhdanov, that is, before time travel, his graduate tutor, the old professor who always talked about the Soviet Union, now doesn't care about the Muggle world.

Wizard Zhdanov was chatting with his friends. His relaxed expression was incompatible with the people around him. They seemed to be just relaxing after a meal, as if this was one of the countless ordinary days in history.

At 7:38 pm local time, as if a cold wind blew by, everyone saw the long, bright red cloth floating under the black curtain slowly descending.

Linde raised his phone and took a photo.

The short man next to him breathed a sigh of relief.

"(Russian) Are you uncomfortable, Ilyich?" Lind was still looking at the Kremlin.

The short man's words were lost in the background noise.

There were several cheers from the surrounding crowd, followed by shouts from responders.This cold and dry atmosphere is extremely lively, as if an airtight cover has been removed, the strange breath from the new era is rushing in, pouring into people's lungs unconsciously, making them scream involuntarily, All the old air in the alveoli is spit out.

No one knows what will happen in the future, some things just happen.

A new banner was raised among the ruins.

The cheers were even louder, drowning out the tears and wails of many.

Muggles are either happy or sad, indifferent or insensitive.

The wizards watching this scene just found it amusing.

Linde and the man beside him moved toward the outside of the crowd.

"Your legacy has been eaten by sharks for sixty-seven years, and it has finally shed the last drop of blood. I'm sorry."

"Don't feel sorry for us, young man, on the contrary, I'm happy. We never thought that this social experiment would last that long. It is an irrefutable truth that new things will always appear and replace the old. , but history always repeats one thing twice, the first time as a tragedy, and the second time as a comedy.”

They walked to the west side of Red Square and stood at the foot of the red granite wall.

The short man looked back at the people of his motherland, smiling happily and excitedly. The light from his sharp and tough eyes was like red fireworks, shining in another invisible distant time and space, illuminating this dark Christmas night.

"It's time to say goodbye. So be it," he said.

Linde raised his wizard hat, "Merry Christmas, Comrade Vladimir."

The short man disappeared into thin air, like a ghost, like a hallucination. But he has been here before, they have been here before, and he will eventually come back to everyone.