The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

When Linde described his study trip, a large part of it was an introduction to the natural scenery and the scenery along the way. The scenery of Tianji Province is indeed unique. But what is really attractive is how he encountered danger and how he used magic to solve his enemies. These stories can hold the breath of uninformed children.

"As a wizard, you must use your imagination to defeat your enemies. Imagination is the most powerful miracle, and it is also the most fundamental combat quality of a wizard."

Harry whispered, "You said that wizards fight duels with two-handed swords."

"That's also a kind of imagination. Don't you think wizards who use melee combat are cool? It's completely in line with my imagination of wizards. And those enemies who think you're weak will be defeated by your sword."

Ron frowned and thought hard, "I've never heard of a wizard who uses a sword."

"In fact, there was once a powerful wizard who used a sword as a weapon. He was also one of the founders of Hogwarts, and Gryffindor College was named after him." It was not Lind who spoke, but suddenly appeared in the A girl at the door of the cubicle, brown hair, with a pair of front teeth, spoke quickly and crisply, aggressively, she turned to Neville, "Did you find the toad?"

"Yes, this gentleman helped me."

Linde laughed suddenly, "Oh, kind girl, come in quickly. Look, you borrow my umbrella here." He raised the long-handled umbrella and returned it to a chance encounter in the Big Dog Square.

"You're a wizard too? Are you a senior? You can keep this umbrella, I brought a spare myself. By the way, I'm Hermione Granger. I'm helping Neville find Toad, just now Someone told of seeing a toad flying over. You didn't close the door, I happened to overhear him saying that no wizard uses a sword. Gryffindor's deeds are well-known, I was in "Hogwarts: A School History" read about it.”

"Ron Weasley." "Harry Potter." They looked at each other, and they all felt that this girl was really chattering a little scary.

"Oh, you are Harry Potter? I know everything about you, "Modern History of Magic", "The Rise and Fall of Dark Magic", "Important Magical Events of the Twentieth Century", you are mentioned in these books. "

Harry was taken aback. He knew he was famous, but he didn't expect that he was already a famous person written in books. This fact made him a little uneasy and happy, but at this moment, he just wanted to interrupt the girl's eloquence, because Linde's story fascinated him.

In any case, Harry was a polite child. He listened patiently to Hermione's story about how she collected school-related textbooks and books, and how she did a preview—she memorized the textbooks, what a horrible person.

Harry realized that she was the type of student who valued academically and was highly motivated. Every class and everyone's school life had encountered this kind of person.

When everyone is still confused, withdrawn, and shy about the future, these people seem to be fearless, socialize enthusiastically, and work hard toward a certain goal regardless of whether others accept it, and such students are often very It's hard to have friends. Harry didn't dislike Hermione, because he knew that such a good student would not bully him, but he didn't like it either, because she was so good at nagging. If anyone makes friends with her in the future, he will definitely be annoyed and have a nervous breakdown.

Ron took the initiative to speak. He blushed and interrupted Hermione anxiously, "You've almost said it. Please be quiet for a while, we still have to listen to the story."

Hermione froze for a moment, realizing that she had offended others, her cheeks were burning hot, the boys no longer looked at her, and all looked at Linde eagerly.

"Miss Hermione, please sit down. If you're not in a hurry, it's fine to stay here and listen to my chat."

...

"There is such a book called "Adventure Guide to Skyrim Province", which mentions that there is an ancient building in Skyrim Province called the 'Stone of Destiny'. This is a standing stone engraved with constellations, like a standing stone It is said that touching the standing stone will give you mysterious power." Linde continued the previous topic.

It was noon the next day after meeting the robber. The convoy stopped to rest, and everyone went together to pick up branches nearby to prepare for a bonfire.

The coachman Bujolem lit the tobacco, pointed to a low hill in the northeast of the road, and introduced to Linde: "Have you seen the stone gate on the hill? Isn't it spectacular? Walk along the road to the top of the hill and you will see the ritual gate." Stone, my father told me that the secret of darkness and corpses is hidden in that stone, and there are often spooky people haunting that mountain."

Linde let out a thoughtful "Ah", and the guard at the side was very surprised, "Are you interested in those stones?"

"Well, to be honest, it's a bit. Let's go and see. I want to see if I can activate the standing stone."

Swan said with a smile: "I knew that the mysterious mage would like this kind of legend the most."

The four of them came to the hill where the Ritual Stone was. The stone steps built by the ancient Nords were swallowed up by the hillside, and only a part of the surface was exposed. The ruins on this land are as old as the earth itself. When they passed through a series of giant stone gates—high gate frames made of three or four rough feldspars—and arrived at the top of the mountain, they found that there had already been a suspicious guest here.

The strange Breton man was pale, wearing a black linen robe, and exuding a strange stench from his body. He stood at the entrance of the altar to stop Linde and the others.

Farndal whispered, "Look at the sleeping bag behind him."

The Breton man's sleeping bag was stained with dirt and moss, and bulging, as if someone was sleeping in it.

"Don't get any closer." The Brighton man said in a cold tone.

Linde raised his hand, indicating that he did not have a weapon in his hand, "We are here to visit the scenic spots. No matter what you want to do, it has nothing to do with us."

"Didn't you see that there was already someone here?!"

The guard brother sniffed, looked this guy up and down, and finally his eyes rested on the Breton man's hand, which was full of mud spots and suspicious black stains.

"Enough! It seems that I have to teach you a lesson!"

The Breton man suddenly raised his hand, and a ball of flames shot straight out from his palm, hitting Kleeman like a preying snake.

Farndall threw out the dagger before the Breton man made a move, and the blade was cold and electric, but when it landed on the Breton man's clothes, it made a muffled sound, as if it had hit wood. It turned out that this guy had already secretly released the wood armor technique.

Kleeman charged with his shield, and the flames burned his skin exposed outside the armor. His skin was scorched and his flesh was rotten. With a roar, he knocked the mage over.

Linde pointed to the ground: "Prison!"

The stone altar under the Breton man turned into mud, and the surging waves of muddy water covered him and turned into solid rock again.

At this moment, Swann exclaimed: "Dead man! The dead man in the sleeping bag has come back to life!"

An armored ancient Nord mummified corpse tore off a fur sleeping bag, stood up unsteadily, and drew out the hatchet from its waist to approach the crowd.

"Aha, it really is a tomb robber, a vile necromancer!" Kleeman spat.

"Kill him quickly!" Farndal raised his bow and aimed at the revived ghoul.

The Breton fell silent, eyes closed, as his necromantic servant strode forward, driving Kleeman back with an axe. The arrows flew in and pierced the ghoul's ancient dry cheeks, but failed to penetrate into the skull. The key point of the necromancer was not in the brain. To defeat it, it was best to kill the summoner.

Linde opened his arms and said sharply, "Great wind!"

A gust of whirlwind knocked the stiff-jointed ghoul down, and the Bretons were once again exposed to the crowd. Enduring the pain of burns, Kleiman drew his sword and chopped off his head, the skin like wood and stone was gouged, and the Breton man shouted in pain: "I surrender!"

"Don't trust him." Linde turned the scattered bedroll into a male lion, holding down the Nord ghoul, and the magnificent beast's kiss gnawed at the shriveled neck, making a creaking sound.

Kliman didn't hesitate at all, and pierced his head with a sword amidst the screams of the Breton people.

The restless Nord ghoul struggled twice, before turning into a pool of ashes.

...

"You, you killed a wizard?" The red-haired boy Ron was frightened and excited at the same time. The faces of the other two young audience members were pale, and they were too frightened to breathe.

"In the wilds of Skyrim Province, killing is a necessary job. When he desecrated the corpses of Nord ancestors and attacked innocent passers-by, death was already secretly waiting to harvest his sinful soul." Linde shrugged.