The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Harry asked, "Does that Ritual Stone really hold dark secrets?"

Linde waved his hand, looking very indifferent, "Maybe, but I failed to activate it."

Hermione Granger asked suddenly: "Which book did you learn the spell you used? I memorized "Standard Spells", and there is not a single such spell in it."

Neville also whispered, "And you don't seem to be using a wand..."

Ron explained to the little girl carelessly: "Ah, not all the spells are the same as those in the book. The spells I know are similar to these."

Hermione's eyes were sharp, "What magic do you know?"

"I can turn Scabbers yellow." Scabbers was Ron's pet, a very old, crippled and debilitated mouse, like all the Weasley boy's things, that his brothers used and reused. For him, wand, textbooks, and pets.

After hearing this, everyone turned their eyes to him. Ron exchanged a guilty look with everyone, and then dragged out his wand from the leather case - the body of the wand was so worn that even the core was exposed. —He began to cast spells.

"Daisies, sweet cream and sunshine, turn this stupid fat mouse yellow."

Ron's wand was pointed at Scabbers, and the mouse dozed off with its head tucked into a fruit-candy wrapper, unmoved by the spell.

There was silence in the compartment for a while, and the sound of the train running over the track was loud and harsh.

Embarrassed and angry, he muttered curses to Scabbers, then put away his wand sullenly.

Harry didn't know how to comfort him.

Hermione took out her wand at this point, "I practiced some spells in books during the holidays, and they all worked." Then, pointing at Harry's battered pair of glasses, "Reparo! "

This pair of old glasses, which had been broken and bound with a lot of scotch tape, was repaired at once. The frame became shiny and the lenses were clear and full.

"Thanks."

Ron was even more unhappy, biting his lower lip, thinking that Hermione was showing off her skills.

Hermione turned to Lind, "Look, these spells are useful, but yours are either too concise or too long. Is this magic that only seniors can learn?"

Lynd looked forgiving, like a mentor, and he glanced around, drawing the children's attention with his eyes, before he explained: "You are very observant. I did not use a wand, nor did I cast a spell. Because I'm using the wandless silent technique, in fact, I've been using Transfiguration."

"Transfiguration?"

"Yes, among all magics, transfiguration is undoubtedly the most important and the most quintessential category. The wizards who have made achievements in this discipline are all the best in the wizarding world. The headmaster of Hogwarts, The greatest wizard of this era, Professor Dumbledore, once served as a professor of transfiguration. The current vice-principal, Ms. McGonagall, is also a master of transfiguration. I have a piece of advice, listen carefully, if you want to touch the root of magic, Put your passion, inspiration, and trust in Transfiguration."

The door of the compartment was once again visited by guests. "So it's real? The car is full of people talking, and Harry Potter is in this compartment. Who's Harry Potter?"

The one who spoke was a handsome blond boy, well-dressed, with a high-spirited expression. Behind him stood two servants, both of whom were short, fat and ugly boys.

Harry was thoughtful, and after hearing what the blond boy said, he subconsciously greeted him, and when he saw the man's face clearly, he recognized him immediately. They had met in Madam Malkin's robe shop in Diagon Alley. A very unpleasant conversation, Harry found the man almost unbearably arrogant.

"I'm Draco Malfoy." The blond boy nodded to Harry and Linde, who was obviously much older. He ignored the other little wizards, and then introduced his two followers, "This is Clara. Boo and Goyle."

No one spoke in the cubicle, and Ron snickered when he heard Malfoy's name.

The name Draco is consistent with the constellation of Draco. It is probably similar to the Chinese people who hear other people's names as "Wang Qinglong" and "Li Baihu". It is a bit weird and a bit funny.

Malfoy immediately retorted when he heard the ridicule: "Is my name funny? I knew it when I saw your hair. It's another Weasley with freckles and too many children to support."

Ron was devastated.

Linde stopped Draco's bad words, "Boy, do you just use this mouth to kiss mom? Now apologize to Ronald, and then Ron, you should also say sorry in time."

"Oh, looks like we have a big shot here," Draco said slowly, like a slug crawling on tiles, "but I don't have to apologize to Weasley. My dad said they It just doesn't fit in with an orthodox wizard."

Harry wished he could punch Draco in the face right now, Ron's cheeks were flushed, Neville was the closest to the door, trying to shrink in, and Hermione was clutching at his wizard robe. Hem, pursed his mouth and did not speak.

Lind suddenly laughed, and he said to Harry, "Look, school trips are always like this, full of ups and downs. What should you do, vent your anger on your friend, or advise him to be patient?"

Harry stood up abruptly, facing Malfoy, followed by Ron, followed by Hermione Granger, and Neville, trembling, also stood behind his new friend.

The blond-haired, fair-faced Draco is paler now, his eyes flickering, and he threatens in a hoarse voice: "Are you guys going to fight? You're going to fight before school starts, aren't you afraid of being expelled? My father's school Members of the board of directors, if you dare to do something, he will definitely fire you all."

Lin De was cheerful, leaning comfortably on the window edge, and did not forget to fan the flames: "Don't worry about beating me up, I can heal your injuries, and I guarantee that no one will see it."

Draco screamed like a girl whose skirt was stolen, then turned and fled with his followers. But before he took two steps, he heard that Lin De said sharply: "Hang upside down!"

The snack boxes scattered on the seats and on the ground turned into long ropes, tied up the three bastards, and then connected one end to the roof of the car, hanging them upside down in the air.

...

"Where did you talk about before? Oh, yes. I killed a necromancer. The next part of the journey was relatively peaceful. The carriage drove for a week, and we came to the eastern border of Bairunling, and we are about to enter the Eastern Territory..."

In the early morning of the eighth day of the middle month, a mist enveloped the campsite by the river, and most people were still asleep, when suddenly there was another burst of noise. Linde got out of the tent and looked around the camp covered by mist. Not far away could be heard the rattling of horseshoes, the clanging of armor, and the rolling of wheels. There were many dark shadows walking in the mist, like a dense low jungle.

Farndal was squatting on a high rock, Kliman looked up and asked, "Farndal, what did you see?"

"Army, lots of soldiers, baggage carts. And cavalry."

Kleeman frowned, "Oh, damn it. Did you see how they were dressed?"

"It's an imperial soldier."

"Fortunately, it's not the Stormcloaks (the Nord rebels led by Ulfric)." Kleiman breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to Linde and said, "They are rude to outsiders like you. In the future, we will Less contact is better."

The convoy encountered a marching Imperial army, led by a fierce Nord woman known to the soldiers as Governor Riki, who called up the entire convoy in the name of Emperor Titus Meade II.

Next, as civilians, they followed the imperial troops to support the Tequila Fortress that was besieged by the rebels.