The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

"Mr. de Lin, can I be saved?" It took Harry all the composure a child could muster to allow himself to accept the situation.

He couldn't tell how he felt. Harry felt like he had a hedgehog stuffed into his belly at the thought of being Voldemort, with his throat full of spiky hairs. He felt that Hogwarts would not tolerate a Dark Lord as a student. If any professor finds out, he will definitely be expelled.

Fortunately, if he left Hogwarts, he could still learn magic in the Library Tower, so he didn't have to go back to the Dursleys' house in such a disgraceful way, and he didn't have to go to the Muggle public school to be bullied.

And it seems that Mr. de Lin didn't think it was a big deal. He was always thoughtful and never frowned even a little bit. Maybe Voldemort wasn't that much trouble. Mr. de Lin can cure him, and Harry can go back to Hogwarts happily.

Seeing Harry's anxious look, Linde knew that he didn't need to use Legilimency to know that he was worried about being expelled from Hogwarts again.

A child's insecurity.

"Harry, this may not be a bad thing for you."

"But I'm still .

"It is indeed possible." Linde nodded. He saw that Harry's face suddenly became white and transparent, like a ripe onion. The expression on the boy's face was extremely funny, "Don't worry. As long as you understand The composition of the soul can understand the situation we are facing now."

"The composition of the soul?"

"That's right, the human soul is actually not a whole. It can be regarded as three parts. That's why you may not have a concept, so it's better to find a teaching aid to demonstrate."

Linde sat on the sofa and waved to the bookshelf beside him. There was a glass jar on the shelf, which contained some strange things like insect eggs and chrysalis. Some of them were collected by himself in the wild, and some were from Winterhold. It was a cheap souvenir given to him by the child.

He took out a brown-yellow worm egg shaped like an olive.

Harry didn't understand what he was doing at first, but soon, Harry witnessed the magical feats of a great wizard.

The egg was suspended on Linde's palm, soaked in the blue magical aura, the hard chitin shell gradually swelled up, and became soft, turning into flesh and blood. The egg grew from an olive, It swelled to the size of a football, and the original cell fluid inside also increased hundreds of times. Through the thin outer membrane, the viscous cell fluid like porridge water could be seen slightly bubbling.

"What are you doing?"

"In some medieval alchemy manuals, there is a special kind of creature called man-made man. I will use the soul of man-made man to help explain my theory." Linde's expression was flat, and he didn't think of this as the supreme power of the Philosopher's Stone at all. Alchemy achievements are taken seriously. If everything he is doing now is published in the wizard newspaper of World I, he will immediately be rated as a great alchemist surpassing Nick Flamel, but that is just telling the truth That's all, nothing to be happy about.

Harry patiently watched the birth of the android.

In the swollen amoeba egg, the turbid cell fluid continued to foam, as if boiling, a tiny embryo floated and sank in the cell fluid, and as the water level continued to drop, the embryo grew rapidly, giving rise to a heart, followed by internal organs, Bones, muscles, fetuses first in the form of a fish, then in a crouched human form.

The blood streaks on the egg shells continued to fade away, and the color turned into translucent bone white. When the egg shells were completely transparent, like glass, the appearance of the artificial man could be seen clearly.

Harry couldn't help laughing.

"Is it ugly?" Linde stared at his creation.

When making artificial humans, Linde always thought of the human assembly line in "Brave New World", where fetuses were cultivated in glass jars.

He didn't deliberately control the appearance of the artificial man, its shape was randomly generated.

This is a big-headed doll with gray skin, thin body, slender limbs, and no gender characteristics. A two-foot-long umbilical cord extends from the belly button. This umbilical cord is glowing, continuously absorbing magical energy and pouring it into the artificial human body.

It was born to be a powerful magical creature.

However, the android looks extremely stupid, like a child with Down syndrome. The two protruding eyeballs are completely dark, with an unspeakable evil aura.

"It looks... nice," Harry complimented against his will. "Would you like a name?"

"No need for now, I have other arrangements." Linde broke the transparent egg shell, exposing the android to the air of the library tower, and it let out a panic cry, which was more sharp than a baby's cry, "Shh— —Shh... be quiet, soon, see."

Harry shuddered slightly. He saw Linde put his hand on top of the artificial man's head. The crying of this ugly little thing suddenly fell silent, as silent as a strangled chicken.

Then from its head, a mass of translucent "air" or "field" was slowly drawn out.

This "something" itself has no color or light, but it acts on the air molecules, making the surroundings twist like a heat wave.

"This is it?" The boy said reluctantly.

"Soul." Linde nodded, "This is the original soul, which I call memory. Remember what it looks like now."

"It just looked like a distorted cloud of air."

"Don't look with the naked eye, close your eyes."

Harry followed Lind's lead, closing his eyes, "I can't see anything."

"Get out your wand."

Harry took out his wand. This wand was beautiful and exquisite, and it could be seen that its owner cherished it very much. At this moment, the end of the wand was constantly shaking because of the trembling of the wand holder.

The dangling wand was seized by another hand, which was more stable and stronger than the hand of the wand owner. For a moment, almost as if some power was transmitted down the wand to Harry, he stopped shaking for a moment.

"Remember what I said in class? The wand is the medium that communicates magic power with the world. A wizard's magic power originates in the soul, so the wand can also communicate with the soul. Come, bring the wand over."

It seemed to be an illusion, but at this moment Harry felt that the wand was like his sixth finger, and it passed back his sense of touch. The air was slightly cool, and De Lin's palm was wide and warm, leading the wand like a tracker pulling a boat Step into the distant sea in the night.

Suddenly, the wand penetrated into something, and a cold feeling suddenly hit.

This feeling is like the feeling when touching the body of a ghost in Hogwarts Castle.

Harry knew that the wand touched the android's soul.

In the pitch-black field of vision after closing his eyes, it seemed that what the wand sent back was not only the sense of touch, but also the sense of sight.

"I saw!"

Yes, Harry saw the soul, which was basically a vague mist, colorless, with a lot of short lines floating in it in the shape of mayflies, wool, strings and so on.

When Harry looked at the soul, the soul began to move violently. From a cloud of mist, it quickly condensed into a human form, and gradually emerged.

He was horrified to find that this group of souls turned out to be very similar to him.

"Ah!" Harry opened his eyes, and he wanted to draw back his wand, but it was held tightly by Linde, unable to move.

Linde's tone was a little joyful, "Don't be distracted, now, the original soul is beginning to split. The artificial man has discovered the existence of you, and then realized his own existence. It is imitating you, and its self-awareness is about to form. "