The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

On the last day of August, Harry Potter had to discuss with his obnoxious uncle Vernon Dursley about taking him to King's Cross tomorrow. Ever since the half-blood giant Hagrid frightened the Dursleys, the Dursleys had fully accepted the fact that Harry was a wizard, no, rather than accepting it, it was better to say they gave up.

The whole family—especially Mr. and Mrs. Dursley—was extremely afraid of things like magic and wizards. Let alone seeing them with their own eyes, even mentioning them would make them fly into a rage. But we all know that Muggles' anger towards wizards is mostly out of fear and jealousy.

Throughout July, the Dursleys tried to prevent Harry from receiving the Hogwarts letter. In order to avoid the envelopes that owls kept sending, Vernon even took the whole family to the reef, thinking he was hiding A storm-shrouded island can stop wizards from seeking their savior.

It turned out that Hagrid, the Hogwarts gamekeeper, visited at night, explained the matter clearly, and taught the Dursleys a lesson.

Even now, Vernon Dursley still hated Harry, but he agreed to give Harry a ride tomorrow, "Anyway, we're going to London tomorrow, or I won't be in trouble."

Harry was already very satisfied with this answer. The family's cold treatment and bullying towards him was normal, and the occasional small favors made Harry uncontrollably happy. He answered a sentence very kindly, but this sentence put Uncle got mad.

What Harry was asking was: "What are you doing in London?"

Vernon snarled, "Take Dudley to the hospital! Cut that damn tail off before he goes to Smelting."

Hagrid had magically added a pig's tail to Harry's cousin Dudley, so shameful and horrible that the bully now ran away at the sight of Harry. Harry was scolded by his uncle and ran back to the bedroom. He buried his face in the bed, trembling constantly, and finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

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On the first day of the middle month (June), Linde told the people in Ximu Town that he was going to Winterhold.

"What are you doing there?" The guard brother was very reluctant.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Kerryman, Winterhold is full of mysterious guys like Linde, he is looking for an accomplice." The captain of the guard shrugged.

"Tsk, what are you talking about? It's too ugly. It's just an accomplice. Linde is not a bandit." Many people in the tavern supported Linde.

Kleeman clapped his hands, "Alright then, Linde, when are you leaving? I'll be with you."

"Since you have assumed the duty of a guard, don't leave your post without permission." Linde advised him to stay.

"Linde, you, a foreigner, don't understand that the province of Skyrim is not safe today. It's too dangerous for you, a mage, to walk alone. I will be your sword and shield, and escort you to Winterhold."

"Add me." Wood Elf Faendal raised his hand.

"Add me too!" The bard Swan was not far behind.

"Add me!" "I'll come too." "Linde, they won't work, you need someone with knowledge, like me."

To say that this group of guys are really bloody, you say a word, and dozens of people have to form a guard to escort Linde, which is really too enthusiastic. Linde said he didn't need so many helpers.

"Kliman, Farndal, Swan, let's go together. When I get to Winterhold, it will be safer for the three of you to come back."

Linde is a wizard, and he can be regarded as a leader among spellcasting groups in a low-magic world. Kliman is a standard sword and shield player, and it is not easy to become a guard. What he lacks is the tempering of blood and fire. Farndal is a mediocre ranger. As a wood elf, at least his archery skills are passable. Well, Swan, he also has some combat skills, and he can barely play a guest role as a thief. Most importantly, he can play the piano and sing for everyone on the road.

Such a standard four-person adventure team is formed. In the DND world view, this kind of adventure team has created countless miracles.

The blacksmith prepared iron armor, swords and arrows for them, Arvo, a middle-aged Nord man, was very sorry, "My craftsmanship is not comparable to that of a real master, if you go to Snowrun City, you can change into better ones. "

The farmer gave them dry food, the innkeeper gave them fur sleeping bags and tents, the owner of the business gave them honey wine for the road, and the people in Ximu Town worked hard to make the best preparations for the group.

Early in the morning on the second day of the middle month, they set off. The next itinerary is as follows: first walk to Snowrun City, then find the coachman at the stables at the city gate, take a carriage to Windhelm City, and finally walk to Winterhold. It is expected to take nearly half a month.

...

After a long journey, Linde finally stood in front of the entrance to the hanging corridor leading to the College of Winterhold, when a high elf woman blocked his way.

She said: "The Academy of Winterhold is the most magic-focused organization in all of Skyrim, and its doors are only open to true spellcasters. If you want to join, you must prove yourself."

Farauda is a tall, lanky female high elf with trademark pale gold skin, honey pupils, pointed ears, and a pointed jaw. She wears two short ponytails on her head and has a serious expression but a polite tone.

"I am willing to prove my ability to cast spells." Linde had expected this.

"Very good, but before that, there is another important question, what kind of desire drives you to come to the academy? Is it to seek to destroy those who oppose you with the power of destruction, or to pray for warm and holy magic to heal the wounded? Desire to make those around you obey you, or desire knowledge and mysteries?"

The bard Swan chimed in, "Oh, my mage friend, we all know that Linde will definitely pass your test, so don't ask any more unnecessary questions."

Obviously his eloquence could not convince Farauda, ​​she still stared at Linde with bright golden pupils.

"Partly for the knowledge, but mainly for the adventure."

"Interesting answer. Then you can start testing. See the mark on the ground? Cast a healing hand on it."

"I don't know the spell. But I can learn it. I'm always a quick learner."

Farauda nodded, "You can buy corresponding spell teaching materials from me or the court mages in the city. When you have learned it, come to me for a test."

"Give me a copy of The Healing Hand, please."

A minute later, Linde came back.

Farauda was a little surprised, "Anything else?"

Linde didn't speak, and released the apprentice-level spell of the restoration department: "Hand of Healing" towards the academy mark on the ground.

"This is what you just learned?" Farauda looked dull.

"Excuse me, when will I go through the admission procedures?" Linde looked calm. He thought the admission test was quite fun. If he came back to World I in the future and met the savior Harry Potter on the way to platform 9, he could use this A way to tease the child, if you don't meet it, then forget it.