The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

"The story begins on the outskirts of Snowrun City..." Linde's unhurried narration brought the children in the carriage into another fantasy world. Let their thoughts flutter, and trace the back of the adventurer standing under the sky in their minds.

...

Skyrim Province is very warm in the middle of the year, especially in the central and southern regions, where the four seasons are distinct, and it is a bit hot at this time. The geographical location of Winterhold is close to the Arctic Circle, and it is best to go in summer, because it will start snowing again a few months later.

Linde was very fascinated by the natural scenery of Skyrim Province. He was always looking around. The guard brother thought he was worried about wild beasts scurrying out of the woods by the roadside, or shooting arrows in the back, so he comforted him, "Linde, boy, don't worry, We will protect you, and anyone who wants to hurt you has to step over my dead body first, I promise."

"Climan, I'm just looking at the scenery."

From the morning of Ximu Town to the evening of Snowman City, along the way, a pack of wolves once cast a cold gaze on their group from the heights of the terrace by the river. Farndal reacted the fastest and immediately shot a self-made shot. The sound of the arrow frightened the wolves back.

Walking out of the mountain valley, you will come to the central plain of Bairunling. There is only one low hill in this endless field, which is the location of Snowrun City. Surrounded by vast windmill pastures, there are water mills and wineries on the banks of the White River. With such a prosperous agriculture, Whiterun is undoubtedly the most fertile territory in Skyrim.

The four of them climbed up to look at the vast world at sunset. Kliman waved his hands proudly, introducing each family's farms, as well as various famous scenic spots in Snowman City. He heard Linde muttering to himself, "This place is more beautiful than I imagined."

Farndall looked into the distance, and he suddenly pointed to the northwest direction, "Hey, look there! I'm not dazzled, is that a bear, or a person?"

Everyone looked in the direction Faendal pointed, and there was a mass of dark creatures by the wheat field of Pelaggios Farm in the dusk, slowly climbing over the railing. Several farmers who were weeding in the fields shouted. From their distance, the black bear looked like a quail egg, and the few fleeing people looked like beans.

The guard brother jumped off the high ground without saying a word, and ran towards the farm with his legs open.

"Wait for us!"

The dazzling golden sunset spreads out, and the beasts pant and roar in the still green spring wheat fields.

When Linde and the others arrived, the Nord farmers had already surrounded it, and they kept shouting to expel it.

The majestic beast stinks all over, and its hair is like burning black fire.

"Linde! Stand behind me!" Kleeman snapped.

"That's unnecessary. Look at mine." Linde poked his head out from Kliman's shoulder, pointing at the black bear, "The ground under your feet is muddy, and your road is full of obstacles!"

"Why are you scolding it? It doesn't understand." Swann was a little anxious.

However, the black bear seemed to be a little anxious after being scolded, roared twice, and rushed towards Linde. As soon as it lifted its legs, the farmland under its feet turned into a swamp, and its four legs continued to sink, while the fallen straws turned into ropes, swimming like a group of snakes, binding it tightly.

The beast was subdued, and Kleiman borrowed the peasant's hammer and smashed it on the back of the head, killing it violently.

"It seems that you don't need our protection." The guard brother had a complicated expression.

"Kliman, there's no need for this. You are good traveling companions."

"Ah, don't worry, I'm still your sword and shield, spells are not as reliable as steel, I will keep an eye on your surroundings for you when you cast spells."

"Then don't be so impulsive next time." Linde patted the guard brother on the shoulder, "We are a cooperative team, don't fight on our own."

That night, everyone had dinner at the home of the farm owner, and early the next morning, they took a carriage to Windhelm City.

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"The carriage traveled for a day, and that night we camped in a sheltered hollow at the northern foot of the Hothgar Mountains. In the dead of night, the stars fluttered in the summer night aurora, like fireflies in a purple fog, and the wind blowing It was extremely gentle, the huge twin moons erupted with light like milk, and the low-pitched cry of the leader of the deer came from the silver-shrouded wasteland.

"The passengers have already rested, and the convoy's mercenaries are patrolling outside. Suddenly, Farndall got out of the tent, and he said he heard footsteps, a lot. The night in Skyrim Province is too scary, here is everything you can think of Danger, wolves, bears, saber-toothed tigers, swarms of bandits, werewolves and vampires who hunt, necromancers looking for fresh corpses, assassins dealing in dirty business, poisonous worms peddling skooma, anything can take you life."

The young man's words were calm, and his expression seemed to be under the starry sky in that foreign land.

Both Harry and Ron looked nervous, and at this moment, someone knocked on the door of the compartment.

A round-faced boy with tears in his eyes asked, sobbing, "Excuse me, I just wanted to ask, have you seen my toad?"

Harry and Ron shook their heads quickly. They now hope that this uninvited guest will leave quickly. The story of the young man is about to usher in a turning point. This is a critical moment.

The young man let the boy in, "Let me try, what's your name?"

"Neville, Neville Longbottom, sir, my name."

"Okay then, Neville's toad is coming." The young man waved his hand, there was a sudden clanging in the corridor, a toad shot like a pinball and landed in the young man's hand, he handed it to Neville, "OK Now, here's your Toad. Go back now, or stay here? I'm telling a story."

...

Those footsteps wandering around at night belonged to a rather large gang of thieves. There were forty or fifty of them, and all of them were well-equipped.

The leader of the convoy, a Nord youth named Bjolem, stood bravely in front of the bandits, "Friends, what are you here for? For the road under your feet, or for the money in our hands?"

The leader of the bandits is a strong orc. The tradition of their race has led most men to engage in illegal work, because in a tribe only the chief has the right to mate, and other male orcs will be driven out if they cannot successfully challenge the chief after they reach adulthood. go out.

With no one to rely on and a lot of strength, it is easy to get involved in the ancient no-cost business.

The orc leader said: "Pay some of the money and you can go."

"How much do you want?"

"One-third of everyone's wealth."

There were 17 people in the convoy, including three mercenaries. They had no choice but to admit that they were unlucky when they encountered such gangsters running around. So they took out one-third of their property. When it was Linde's turn, the wizard asked the robbers Chief, "You want a third of my wealth, right?"

"That's right, everyone has to pay."

"That is to say, if I have three gold coins, I will give you one."

"That's right. Even if you only have one coin, you have to break it into three."

"Then if I have 30,000 gold coins, you have to take 10,000. If I have three gold mountains, you have to take one."

"Ah, you're wasting your time, but yes, that's it."

"Okay, come and get it now. I'm going to hand over one-third of my property." Linde pointed at the yak-heavy stone by the roadside. Under the light of the twin moons and the stars, it glowed charmingly beautiful golden.

"You are a wizard! You can conjure gold!"

"A third of my entire fortune isn't over yet." Lynd pointed to a flowering berry bush, which also turned golden.

The robbers rushed towards the gold like crazy.

Linde kept pointing at the surrounding things, and those things he pointed at turned into gold, bushes, pine trees, haystacks, tent cloth, every robber fell on the gold. The bandit leader didn't move, he stared straight at Linde's finger, "I want a third of your finger."

Before the words fell, Linde waved his hand, and all the gold turned into ropes, tying up the robbers who were caught off guard. Climan let out a thunderous battle cry, and rushed with his shield, knocking the orc leader to the ground. Swann and Farndahl flew forward.

Farndal held down the bandit's hands, Kliman held down his legs, Swann drew out his dagger and stabbed it through the gap in the armor, piercing through the throat, the orc rolled like a bull, and the three of them were thrown away, clutching their throats into the darkness Li staggered and ran for two steps, then fell down on the bank of the glistening White River.