The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Rita's soul really began to cry, silently and mournfully.

Breaking away from her mediocre and wonderful body, Rita's soul is like a phantom that exists in the world, and the desolate tears of the soul drip from her jaw and disappear in mid-air.

The clear sky suddenly dimmed a little, and turned into a cloudy sky that was still clear. The sudden darkness made my heart skip a beat.

No accumulated clouds.

But it's raining in this world.

Professor McGonagall stood in the "rain", Diagon Alley was bathed in the "rain", and the entire British Isles, parts of Europe and North America were also bathed in the "rain".

This rain does not fall from the sky, it is not part of the water cycle.

This rain is not made of water molecules and dust.

Professor McGonagall felt a bone-chilling chill. She stared carefully at the "raindrops" falling in front of her. They appeared out of thin air, squeezed out of nothingness, and were short, translucent glass-colored lines floating in the air. , can pass through any object without leaving any traces.

When the "rain" passed through her palm, an unspeakable dampness spread.

It is not flesh and blood that is soaked.

It is a rain that falls on the soul.

All the shock, panic, anger, sadness, incomprehension, fascination, admiration, all emotions were washed away by this unprovoked light rain.

Linde stood where he was. He raised his head and had a panoramic view of the "heavy rain". Professor McGonagall noticed that the raindrops did not touch him, as if he was wearing an invisible raincoat.

"De Lin, where does this rain come from?" The words in her mouth were extremely hoarse and sour.

Professor McGonagall saw the long table at the press conference distorted in the rain, and saw that in the magic photos, Rita Skeeter's image became blurred, as if the stains on the screen were washed away by water. The headline in the Daily Prophet smearing transfer student De Lin gradually turned into a broomstick advertisement.

She looked at the body of the witch floating in the air, gradually turning into a brown-haired and black-spotted African hyena.

Professor McGonagall gradually couldn't remember Rita's face.

As a master of transfiguration, she has intensively studied Linde's thesis, and she knows that the reason for these abnormal situations is that history has been tampered with.

Standing in the "rain", Linde was in a good mood. He answered the professor's doubts with a rare high-pitched tone, as if he was spreading the truth and the gospel, "These are the thinking strings of the world. They are the memory of history. We are in the soul of the universe in the middle."

"The...soul of the universe?" Professor McGonagall showed an innocent smile on her old face. She accepted the statement and was deeply moved by it, "It's so beautiful."

"Professor McGonagall, take a good look at this rain. Even if you can't remember it all. The most splendid scene in this universe is not the birth of nebula, nor the colorful flowers on the planet of life, but the rain that falls when history is buried. Heavy rain. The British Isles are weeping for you today, Rita Skeeter, your name will be forgotten by the world, and your sacrifice has also revealed a corner of the thick curtain of the root of magic for me."

People say that the past cannot be changed.

No, the universe never claimed that. It's just that it hides the method of tampering with history behind the deepest and most secret root.

There are two ways to get to the root. Either by transforming oneself, let the soul ascend, and approach the great truth, or bear the sin of disobedience, hurt the root, and let it expose itself.

This is not the first time Linde has done this. Compared with the previous time when he used the eternal transformation technique to tamper with a purple turban, the impact on history is very small, and the consequences of tampering with a living person are much more serious. Especially for an activist like Rita Skeeter, although she did not make any contribution to the entire magic world in her life, the traces of her past survival, the resources she consumed, the articles she concocted and the influence she gained constituted a Everything about the hue of her life, it's a complicated debt.

Now, Rita's existence has been erased by Transfiguration Eternal. She was never born, and she never lived in this land as a human wizard, but an inexplicable dog instead.

In what way will history make up for the gap left by her?

Linde didn't know the answer either. But he will remember that everything about Rita was real.

These cosmic "thought strings" are at work, weaving the truth, and repairing the holes in the dense and thick cloth of history. It wasn't just people's memories of Rita Skeeter that were affected in the process. The hole she left in the social niche will be filled, but it won't be someone like Rita.

So, the reporter who interviewed the transfer student Linde was not Rita, but a new newspaper guy named Jennifer, and they had a friendly chat at Hogwarts. The article published in the Daily Prophet was "An Interesting Soul--First Contact with the Genius Wizard De Lin", which was not placed on the headline, but on the left side of the third page.

There was no farce and scolding that followed, Hogwarts students did not encourage parents to write complaint letters, Professor Quirrell did not hire wizards to threaten unscrupulous reporters, and there was no such public press conference.

The rain in Professor McGonagall's eyes was getting heavier. The thoughts of the world are surging silently, and the tides of the universe are whistling quietly.

The sky in Diagon Alley keeps getting darker, and this heavy history is like being stuffed into an airtight garbage bag, ready to be thrown into the abyss. Darkness, darker than the deepest night, enveloped the dome. Everything seemed to disappear in the darkness, only those "raindrops" shining brightly, and the transfer student named De Lin remained.

She watched as Linde slowly stuffed the soul into the hyena's body, and the sluggish animal quickly became agile. It let out the shrill bark of a slaughtered animal, but immediately stopped the sound because of fear.

Professor McGonagall shed unspeakable tears, and she begged: "De Lin, please don't, you are a good boy..."

"Shh, don't worry, professor, just pretend it's all a dream. You won't remember it. It's just a blink of an eye, and the next thing you'll wake up in your class at Hogwarts."

The darkness of the world is deeper than dreams.

Crossing the limit that is darker than darkness is like closing your eyes once, losing your mind for a while, and finally opening your eyes and regaining your senses.

Professor McGonagall was standing in the classroom, and the early spring sunlight outside the window was warm, falling on the podium, giving it a warm feeling.

The students in the audience raised their heads and showed puzzled expressions in the face of the suddenly silent professor.

Professor McGonagall stroked her forehead lightly, and she continued on with the unfinished topic, "...Because of this, you should pay attention to everything around you, use your observation skills, analyze, think about the details of things, The effect of things on the environment, so that you can get started with Essence Transfiguration."

Her words became more and more fluent, the little wizards thought about it, and the sunlight shining through the tall grilled windows became brighter and warmer.

Course is over, move on to life, move on to class, move on to life. Until she went to Diagon Alley one day and saw the hyena wandering alone on the street corner. Dirty hair, remnants of wrapping paper on the corners of the mouth, looks very tired.

"Why is there a hyena here?"

"I have been here for a long time, and I have lived here for more than forty years. As a hyena, I really live a long life."

Professor McGonagall was thinking, the dog suddenly rushed to her, barked like crazy, and then shed tears.

"Maybe she's sick." She hurried away from the mad dog.

This incident made Professor McGonagall feel weird, and he has been uneasy since returning. She always felt that there was something wrong with her conscience, and she reflected on herself. She thought that she should buy some rations for the dog so that it could survive the cold winter.

Later, when Professor McGonagall returned to Diagon Alley, he couldn't find the dog. When asked about others, some said that the hyena was wandering, and some said that it had eaten chocolate by mistake, and it might have died somewhere.

Life has an end, and death isn't such a bad ending for a stray dog. As for vagrancy, it is already homeless, and it is a vagabond wherever it is.

The streets of Diagon Alley were filled with bright and warm sunlight. Minerva McGonagall adjusted her lady's top hat in the chilly spring breeze, and returned to normal life with dignified steps. At night, she would not recall the hyena's tears.

"God is in his heavenly kingdom, and everything in this world is normal." - "Elysium Disco"

It's time to introduce the plot line of Elden's Ring.

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