The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

The Leaky Cauldron.

Linde stuffed the last piece of salami into his mouth, and he ate it so that his belly bulged. He completely understood how the homeless people in O. Henry's novels who were generously treated to a sudden big meal must treat it as life. to enjoy the last meal.

"To be honest, Professor Dumbledore, I urgently need a job that can support me..."

"No, young man, you should not be looking for a job at your age, but go to school."

"What?" Linde was taken aback.

"How long has it been since you looked at your own face? A dusty child."

Across the table, Professor Dumbledore put down his gleaming silver knife and fork, took out a wand from under his robes - fifteen inches long, made of elderberry - and waved it at Lynd.

"Srourgify."

A small whirlwind blew across Linde's whole body, and the dirt, dust, stains and sweat that adhered to the skin, hair and clothes disappeared.

Linde looked at his extremely young and immature face through the mirror of the fork. Others would only think that he was at least sixteen years old and still a teenager.

"How... oh, okay. I understand." Linde, who was exhausted, realized that what happened to him was not only the sudden talent of a wizard, but incidentally, even his body gradually returned to that of his youth. state. In the past two days, he had to eat and sleep in the open, and he had to avoid the unreasonable searches of the patrolmen. He was really devastated.

Dumbledore smiled, "That's right, this is exactly what a child should do. Do a good job as a student, and leave the rest of the difficulties to adults to worry about. It's too early for you to take over the work of this world .”

"But I have neither tuition fees nor the school's admission letter."

"Don't worry, your admission letter is here." Dumbledore, like the wise old man in all fairy tales who can satisfy children's wishes, took out a pale yellow letter from his cuff.

Although Linde is old and has been rolled in wind, frost, rain and snow for a long time, when he saw this letter, he was still moved by the warm kindness. If his roommate were here, he would pass out with excitement when he received this letter.

It was a pale yellow parchment envelope with emerald green ink on it:

South London

Zhdanov wizard's house

Mr. De Lin

Open the envelope, inside is a Hogwarts admission letter.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Principal: Albus Dumbledore (Winner of Merlin First Class Medal, Chief Wizard of the Grand Wizards Association, President of the International Federation of Magicians)

Dear Mr. de Lin:

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of required books and equipment. Semester is scheduled to start on September 1. Professor Dumbledore will meet with you shortly to handle transfer business for you.

Vice Principal (Female)

Sincerely Minerva McGonagall

Linde pursed his lips, "This is very important to me, really, thank you, Professor Dumbledore."

"Two days ago, your name appeared on the admission book. It is obvious that your age is not suitable for admission as a first-year freshman. I think it is a suitable choice to arrange you to be a fifth-year transfer student. Hogwarts There are not many precedents for transfer students, but they all proved to be great wizards in the end. I remember that there was one in the last century... Well, the headmaster of the school was Mr. Phineas."

Linde was a little ashamed, "But I don't know anything about magic. Even the basic knowledge of new students is very problematic."

"You can choose to attend classrooms of different grades. Hogwarts will not reject a child with wizard talent because of ignorance. Our mission is to spread wisdom, not to use wisdom as a wall to keep people out." Lin Zhao was undoubtedly comforted by Dumbledore's generous and warm attitude.

"Thank you, Professor, I will definitely enter the school on time."

"Rest early tonight, Mr. De Lin, you must be very tired. At nine o'clock tomorrow morning, a respected professor will take you to Diagon Alley to purchase the necessary supplies. Don't worry about the cost, this Part of the cost will be borne by the school."

"Then I will look forward to the visit of that professor with full respect. Good night, Professor Dumbledore."

Lynd passed a peaceful night in his guest room at the Leaky Cauldron. He woke up early the next day and went to the bar lobby on the first floor to wait for the respected professor Dumbledore had mentioned.

Who is the one?

Could it be Professor Minerva McGonagall? Vice-principal of Hogwarts, dean of Gryffindor College, master of transfiguration, Animagus, a serious, old-fashioned and loving old witch. If it was her, Linde would definitely be taken care of properly.

Could it be Professor Filius Flitwick? Dean Ravenclaw, teacher of Charms, champion of wizard duel contest, a little wizard with goblin blood, gentle and humorous, rich in emotion, well-deserved mentor and helpful friend.

If not them, then the optimistic and compassionate Professor Pomona Sprout? Or the grim but affectionate Professor Severus Snape?

Whoever it is, as long as it's not Quirinus Quirrell. The man had been possessed by Voldemort's remnant and was now a thoroughly dangerous man.

Then Linde waited for Professor Quirrell.

"D-D Lin? Hold—sorry, is that your name? I'm—Professor at Hogwarts—just call me Quirrell, Dumbledore sent me—he said you At the Leaky Cauldron..."

Quirrell is a pale young wizard, nervous, stammering, and often trembling involuntarily. Lin Zhao noticed that his weird purple turban gave off a faint pungent smell, like an Indian turban soaked in masala.

"Hello, dear Professor Quirrell, it is a great honor to meet you."

They were chatting here, and not long after, two customers came to the door of the bar. One of them was an unusually tall man with bushy and disheveled hair. Framed glasses, with a pair of beautiful green eyes, a scar like lightning can be seen faintly on the forehead under the fluffy bangs.

The Leaky Cauldron is buzzing with the arrival of these two. The originally boring drinkers stepped forward to say hello.

The half-blood giant was Hogwarts key keeper and gamekeeper named Hagrid. And that skinny boy is the famous savior in the wizarding world, Harry Potter.

Quirrell also came up to shake Harry's hand, but soon, he left on the grounds that he needed to take Linde to school.

Lind said nothing about it, and Quirrell became Voldemort's servant, and Voldemort hated Harry, the boy who had killed him. Smart people don't ask questions, which is good for life.

When Quirrell stepped forward to meet the ignorant enemy, Linde took the time to glance at the door-shaped imprint on the back of his hand.

【World I: Arrived】

[World II: Countdown 06:12]

In another six hours, he will be able to travel to the next world, which is this evening.

Quirrell led Linde into Diagon Alley, the entrance was in the alley behind the bar, and Hagrid and Harry's destination was also here. Quirrell avoids both parties as much as possible.

He first took Linde to Ollivander's wand shop. The wand is the life of the wizard. It can be said that the wizard who owns the wand is the master of the magic world. It is an important medium for casting spells and an amplifier of the wizard's magic power. Without it, even the most basic of spells would be difficult, and wandless casting requires extra effort and is somewhat thankless.