The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

"Sir, what does the College of Winterhold you're talking about look like?"

"Oh, Winterhold College, a very serious place. Compared with Hogwarts, the buildings there look extremely shabby, but I never doubt that it is a good wizarding college."

Linde recalled the scene when he first set foot in the Academy of Winterhold.

He was alone by then. Before parting from the three of Kleeman, they had a drink at the only hotel in Winterhold, the Frozen Stove Tavern. They drank from daytime to midnight. Linde is not a drinker, but when he is with friends, he can't stand it. Stop persuading them, they drank until the sky was dark. No one quit voluntarily, and they drank with the food provided in the shop at first. Boiled barnacles, fresh sea fish soup, raw oysters, cheesecake. It's all food with a strong smell, mixed with the flavor of the wine, it's like brewing a bomb in the mouth, making people dizzy.

Four drunks slept on their stomachs on a table in the lobby of a tavern all night.

At noon the next day, they said goodbye at the door of the tavern, hugged each other, and Linde watched them go home.

He turned to face Winterhold.

Legend has it that when the ancient Nords first landed on the continent of Tamriel, they established a dynasty, and Winterhold was the capital of that dynasty. For thousands of years from the First Age to the Fourth Age, Winterhold's political status was pivotal in the entire province of Skyrim.

However, the "Great Subsidence" event that occurred seventy-eight years ago caused most of the city to fall into the sea of ​​undead. The prosperous place is now in ruins, as pitiful as a small fishing village.

The college, which survived the accident intact and the surrounding strata collapsed, is now a bleak pearl standing on an isolated island of stone pillars.

The road leading to the college is suspended, winding and rising, and the guardrails and handrails on both sides have been in disrepair for a long time and are seriously damaged.

The wind from the undead sea will not stop, and it is rumored that people stumble and fall from the road from time to time. Linde was especially careful when walking, because there were no steps on these roads, and they all relied on the reliefs on the stone bricks to provide friction. Once it's winter, these roads will become horror slides. Once you fall, it's a straight line to hell.

Farauda opened the door of the academy for Linde, and told him to find a mage named Mirabelle Erwen, she is the main person in charge of the academy, the chief teacher, equivalent to Professor McGonagall of Hogwarts .

Mirabelle is a no-nonsense Breton, a race of people found mostly in the High Rock province of western Tamriel, who are generally of medium build, with milder features and often have a strong affinity for magic.

Knowing that Linde is a new member of the academy, Mirabelle led him to visit the academy and distributed work clothes for mage apprentices.

The academy presents a circular structure, with the main buildings distributed around the circumference, and the central courtyard is very wide, where many common alchemy materials are planted, and summer is the season when these plants flourish.

There is a statue of Shalidor erected on the square, and in front of the statue is a well of magic power—although the academy looks shabby and simple, it reveals a deep heritage in some places.

Located at the northernmost end of the college, it is also the tallest building, called the Temple of Elements, with a three-story structure, the first floor is the activity hall, used for teaching, lectures and meetings, the second floor is the library, and the third floor is the residence of the chief mage .

There are two buildings in the accommodation area, one is the Hall of Faces, and the other is the Hall of Achievements.

Linde's dormitory was assigned to Hall of Achievement.

Before Mirabelle left, Linde quickly asked, "Are there any rules here?"

"The academy will not limit the research direction of mages. But you have to be clear that magic is a very rigorous subject. Before you try anything, you must do all the theoretical work, and it is best to do it under the supervision of an assistant or a mentor. Casting spells. And try not to study necromancy, which is likely to cause panic among ordinary people. If you must study it, please go off-campus, or ask the instructors of the academy for help. Our relationship with the locals is already very tense. Stop fanning the flames."

Linde nodded in agreement.

The Hall of Achievements was quiet, and the magic candles were bright and cold. Everyone was busy with their own research and ignored Lin De, a new student. In the next few days, he studied the theory alone in the library without dealing with anyone. The food here is bread, water and wine, like a medieval Christian monastery.

He would find time to go to supermarkets in London to buy food, hoard it in the library tower, and three meals a day would be prepared by Karrie for him.

Those days were very boring. Fortunately, due to Linde's extremely high learning efficiency, he quickly mastered the advanced magic as he wished. Later, he also got acquainted with some college members through social networking. Theoretical knowledge and research findings. Linde's performance was outstanding, and he became a core figure in the small circle without knowing it.

Looking back, it was a very peaceful and peaceful life.

...

There is always an end when the story is long, and there is always a moment of arrival when the journey is long.

As night fell, the train began to slow down.

"The train will arrive at Hogwarts in five minutes. Please leave your luggage on the train, and we will send you to school." An announcement sounded in the train.

They're coming, Hogwarts.

Pine branches brushed past the window, and the evening sky was a peaceful deep purple.

Harry felt a strong sense of dread. The end of the journey was a world he had never seen, and everyone would be anxious about it. But Harry's fear is more serious. He is a homeless person. Going to Hogwarts is like a gambler's desperate game. If he is not accepted by the wizarding world, then those Dursleys who have been threatened by wizards, Would not hesitate to injure him, beat him, starve him to death in a stairwell.

Ron still couldn't get enough of Linde's story. After they changed into their wizard attire, followed the crowd out of the car, and stood on the dark platform, the coldness of the night finally defeated these little wizards. The students walked out of the station talking and laughing.

Ron looked eagerly, hoping that some brother would come to comfort him. Hermione stood behind Linde, walking like a duckling, and Neville was separated from everyone at this moment.

"Harry!" The half-blood giant was holding an old-fashioned lantern. He was too tall, and other little wizards could only reach his waist, so the lantern seemed to be floating in mid-air, and it was very conspicuous at night.

"Follow me, first-year students." Hagrid yelled loudly. He moved up to Harry and the others, first patted the boy's head, and then greeted the young man, "You are Mr. De Lin, right? Dumbledore The professor has specifically asked you to take a boat with us later and attend the sorting ceremony."

Only then did Harry and the others know the name of this young man, who hadn't introduced himself before.

Linde followed the freshmen to the shore of the Black Lake, and Neville found them on the way. The round-faced boy was a little frightened, and his face was covered with cold sweat.

The road to the lakeside is narrow and slippery, and most things in the wizarding world maintain a barbaric and primitive form, which also constitutes a unique background, a careless and wild imagination.

But the freshmen suffered a lot. If they were not careful, they would fall down. Everyone grabbed each other's robes and supported each other in fear. Linde's robe was grabbed by four small hands. He walked very steadily, and with every step he took, he would leave a short glowing footprint.

"What kind of magic is this?"

"Luminescent spell."

Hermione was surprised and skeptical, "But my Luminescent Charm doesn't work like that."

"I used a special technique. This question, I will explain it to you when I have a chance."

But Hermione is still relentless, she has a strong pursuit of all knowledge, and when they all arrive at the lakeside, they get on a boat—four freshmen per boat, and Linde’s boat can only seat three people——Hermione Only then did he stop asking.

Ron and Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and the red-haired Weasley complained in a low voice, "She's really annoying. Talking all the way."

Harry nodded.

For the first time they saw Hogwarts Castle on the other side of the lake, the towering buildings, the spiers of the towers sinking into the night, and the light shining through hundreds of windows like unblinking stars.

The boat docked at the castle's underground pier, and the freshmen followed Hagrid all the way to the castle gate, watching him knock on the door. The old heavy oak door swung open, and a black-haired witch in emerald green robes stepped out from inside. She was none other than Vice-Principal Minerva McGonagall.