The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

The Beast of Elden has been subdued.

He came to the body of Queen Malika, the god was now only a layer of petrified dry skin, not to mention the soul, even the bones and flesh were empty.

She is gone.

I see. Linde recalled the Queen Malika who talked with him in the Houwang Chapel. It was just a thought body, a ghost, a god in the minds of all living beings at the border, and the incarnation of an absolute spirit.

The real Malika is dead, and even he cannot revive an empty shell.

He shook his head, thinking it was a pity.

After obtaining the law center, Linde can now also try to establish his own legal system. But rashly putting the law in other universes may trigger a war of gods, which is too dangerous. His plan is to limit the application of the law to the library tower, mainly to explore the magical theory of fate and prophecy, and help him reach the root of magic faster.

The things that are attractive to him at the junction are nothing more than two types, one is the fragments of the magic ring, from which you can get a glimpse of the true meaning of the golden law, and the other is magic and prayer. Interest is normal.

By the way, he can also meet the former game NPCs, Melina, Lani, Millicent, Selian... are all familiar names.

His arrival can change many tragedies, isn't this one of the great charms of time travel?

Before setting off to explore the entire junction, Linde went back to his classroom to take a nap. He had brought the dying Montgothet in for treatment, and it was almost time for him to recover by now.

Kary the house-elf rang the little golden bell, which was the bell for lunch.

"Exactly, I'm a little hungry." Linde expressed his thanks to Jiali for his hard work, "Is my guest awake?"

"Monsieur Montgot is still unconscious."

"That can't be done. If there are no guests, this table of good food will be wasted."

Linde looked at the sumptuous delicacies on the table. He has always been thrifty. When eating at his own home, each meal only has three to four dishes, and the portion should be appropriate to fill the stomach. He thinks this is a virtue and sticks to it. Only when there is a banquet, he will order Jiali to make a big feast.

He reckoned that a warrior like Menggot must be a big eater, so today's dining table is extraordinarily rich. On the big silver plate in the middle of the long table is a delicious roasted whole pig. The plump body is piled high with stuffing. With crisp and red skin, the pig is holding a gorgeous apple in its mouth, and its eyes are narrowed with a smile, and it is beckoning guests to chop it into pieces.

Linde had already imagined that after cutting the pig's skin, the rich and clear gravy inside would flow down like a small waterfall. And the melted fat must be as white as snow, and the cooked muscle fibers will emit a light pink color. Putting a piece of meat with the belt in your mouth and chewing will bring a three-layer texture of crisp, smooth, and tough. Fills the nose with meat flavors.

Any bad mood will be defeated in front of such delicious food.

Linde couldn't wait to enjoy the food, but still maintained the demeanor of the master, and went to call the guests to have dinner together.

He and Carrie came to the bedside.

The defeated Montgomery showed the symptoms of rune loss, and his physique shrank severely, and now he is skinny.

Jiali couldn't help crying every time she saw Menggot's appearance. House-elves are a lot of sentimental race.

"Master, is Mr. Montgomery still alive?"

"He can't die." Linde stood beside the hospital bed and leaned over to check. "His injuries have healed, but his spirit was too traumatized, and he refused to wake up in his sleep."

Jia wiped the corners of his eyes with a dirty rag, like a loyal family member, staring expectantly at the attending physician, Lin De, and immediately beamed with joy when he heard the news of Mengott's recovery.

Meng Gete took a long breath, his eyes were closed, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Linde was very curious, what would his dream be like for a monster who has never been loved?

A reddish aura appeared in his hand, gently pressing on Mengget's forehead.

[Nightmare]

Linde came to a golden hillside. This is a low, small bunny like a steamed bun. In the real junction, you can't see such soft hills, and the wind there is hard.

Montgomery's spiritual home is such an inconspicuous hill.

There was a withered golden tree at the top of the hill, and its fallen leaves were flying. Meng Gete was sitting under the tree, leaning against the tree trunk with his ferocious and brutal body, with a peaceful expression, like a quiet monk.

He looked alone into the distance, the war-torn border lands gathered in the vast wilderness in front of the horizon.

He saw Nimgov's roving bandits fighting Grek's men. He saw Garrid's smoldering walls, crimson rot tainted and distorted lands, warped creatures battling Ratarn's soldiers. He saw Lienia's prowling Platinum Sons fighting the Cuckoo Knight. He saw Rodel soldiers fighting with mechanism dolls on the Gemir Volcano on the Altan Plateau.

In the endless cycle of time, the weak were tortured and killed over and over again, and the strong wielded the butcher's knife over and over again. They didn't remember how many times this process was repeated, and the blood that flowed from their bodies was already pouring down.

Fresh red blood, rancid black blood, heterogeneous platinum blood, they all spread like a river, with burning corpses floating on the water.

The borderland where the throne is vacant is sunk in the conflict between the fragmented king and the demigod.

Mortals will die badly.

The kings will not die well.

The gods had a bad death.

Everyone wants to win and win, and everyone dies in the end, which is so cool.

Montgomery suddenly laughed.

"Very happy." Linde had already stood beside Mengget at some point.

"Powerful fader, you were also rejected by the golden tree, right? I knew it a long time ago."

"You know again?" Linde looked around Menggot's dream, "Your dream is quite unique. Is this a nightmare?"

"No, sweet dreams. Nothing could be better."

"I don't think I'll ever enjoy being in someone else's dream, it's uncomfortable."

"I never invited you to be a guest in my dream."

"Then wake up, don't be a sad baby, it's time to face the real world."

Montgothet opened his eyes, and what he saw was the illusory sun hanging high in the dark sky.

Jiali brought steaming hot honey tea, and the ugly elf showed him a shy but kind smile. The wizard who had defeated him stood by the bed, writing furiously in his notebook.

"Where is this?" Menggot didn't expect a response, he knew that they didn't understand each other's language.

But unexpectedly, Linde replied: "The library tower, my classroom."

"Why save me?"

Linde shook his head with a smile, "Because I need to learn the language of the borderland, just treat it as you paying the medical bills. Don't lie down. My servant has prepared lunch, let's have a meal together, you must be starving .”

Montgomery at the dining table is a bit restrained, he can't use a knife and fork, he can't use chopsticks, and the child who grew up in the sewer doesn't know any table manners.

Seeing this, Lin De put down the knife, reached out and tore off a pork leg, held it in front of his face and chewed it. His mouth was full of greasy food, and he grabbed a bottle of honey wine and drank it.

Meng Gete's expression changed, imitating Lin De's appearance, sharing pork and drinking wine. He is not a lively person, he is absent-minded when eating, and he almost chokes.

"Your mother was Queen Malika?"

"yes."

"Sorry, she's gone."

"...you entered the golden tree. How did you do it?"

"The law is not perfect. It has flaws and loopholes. Although it cannot be broken, the seal can be bypassed."

"Amazing." Menggot hesitated for a moment, put down the pork leg in his hand, stood up and bowed to Linde, "Then, you are the new King of Elden."

"I am not. Thrones on earth are always perishable. My throne is eternal in the vault of heaven."

Looking at the wizard who deliberately gobbled it up to reassure the guests, Menggot suddenly smiled in relief.

A god with the heart of a mortal is, well, far better than those bastards on top.

"Menggot, the king of Rodel, is willing to serve the New God."

The follow-up data is unqualified, and the second round of recommendations did not go up. I am really sad, and my heart is empty. If you are not busy, please follow up and update, I will work harder. I will read any opinions you have, and I will try to change them as much as possible. I just beg you not to keep books anymore, you really want to keep them to death.