The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

In the office, Professor Quirrell was pacing back and forth.

Leng Youyou sighed from his purple scarf, "That transfer student...he hasn't come yet..."

Quirrell muttered fearfully: "Please be more patient, master, he will definitely come. Even if he hides from me, I will find him for you."

"Ask about the pure gold...how it came from...Ask about his conversation with Dumbledore..."

"I see, master, I will definitely finish it."

Boom!

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

Linde pushed the door open and entered.

He saw Quirrell drawing the curtains, and after the afterglow of the setting sun disappeared, the magic candlestick in the room yawned and lit up automatically. The office was filled with a strange smell - from Professor Quirrell, the Weasley twins said it was garlic, but the Patil sisters from India thought it was Masala. It's pungent and a little rotten.

"Professor Quirrell, I'm so glad to see you. I heard you're looking for me?"

Professor Quirrell, who has been stammering all this time, squeezed out a hypocritical smile, "Yes, yes, De Lin, we meet again. Are you, you okay? Please sit down, I have some questions. Uh, about you Although, I know your situation, but, but if you don't come to a class, I am a little worried."

Linde was also an educator. He understood Quirrell's feelings, but he didn't intend to waste his life on wasting time. To be honest, many courses have no nutrition at all, and they are simply sores and parasites in the education system.

"I'm fine, Professor, and I wish you all the best. I may be offended, but I don't appreciate your class. Although I appreciate you taking me to Diagon Alley for shopping, I keep this kindness in my chest and will always be there. You can repay, but that doesn't lessen my distaste for your lectures."

Quirrell is shocked by Linde's bluntness.

"Huh? This, but this...you haven't even attended a class..."

"It is true that usually, without investigation, there is no right to speak. But, professor, what do you think is the purpose of imparting knowledge in schools? Is it to make students subject to systematic management, or to allow them to develop physically and mentally?"

"I think...it should be, development, students are more important."

"Yes, then we actually have a common language. The reason why I don't take the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is simple, because I don't need it. The night before this class starts, I no longer need anyone to guide me in defense." Dark magic."

"..." Quirrell was a little dumbfounded.

Linde said again in a gentle and polite tone: "Do you remember? Professor, when we met at the Leaky Cauldron, we didn't have an in-depth exchange that day, because I was just a penniless pawn at that time, and I knew nothing about magic. Power knows nothing. Now we can communicate on an equal footing, and I no longer have to fear your harm."

Quirrell's face was already sweating, he took a deep breath, like a patient suffering from a heart attack, grabbed the robe on his chest, and his mouth stuttered more severely, "I, I understand that you are What are you talking about? How could I... harm a student?"

Linde was not aggressive, just stared at Quirrell with peaceful and sad eyes, his eyes were shining with silver.

"Professor, I remember the look in your eyes when you said goodbye. Alas [sigh], this is all like a nightmare, isn't it?"

"What? What do you mean?"

"In the Black Forest of Albania, you went deep into it alone to seek knowledge, but you encountered a demon. His soul possessed you, soaking your soul with poison day and night, gradually distorting your will. Quirinus Quirrell, an outstanding graduate of Ravenclaw College, is amazingly talented. People say that you met vampires and dark wizards, and talked about your changes, and they all regret it. You should have a brighter future."

Quirrell's face was already the same as that of a dead person soaked in ice water. He no longer pretended to be stuttering, but asked in a deep voice: "What do you know? Who told you?!"

"Idiot..." A voice floated from the hood, with an evil and cold magical atmosphere, profane and heterogeneous that made people sweat profusely, "He is reading your heart...don't look into his eyes..." Voldemort's The words trembled faintly, because he discovered that Linde was not only reading Quirrell's thoughts, but also directly intruding into his soul, "Kill him!"

"Obey! Master."

Quirrell drew out his wand, and released "Bones to pieces" at Linde in shock and anger.

The scorching spell ray hit Linde, but was suddenly blocked by an invisible shield. Even the impact of magic power was offset invisible.

Quirrell trembled even more, he realized that the strength of this transfer student was terrifying. He repeatedly summoned ropes, trying to bind Linde, but when these black hemp ropes approached Linde, they turned into clusters of delicate and vigorous mountain flowers, and the trails of colorful flowers surrounded him.

"What kind of magic is this?!"

"Transfiguration, professor." Linde's tone became serious. "It seems that we are going to have a wizard duel, which is great. Please witness it. Destruction magic from the College of Winterhold."

He raised his hand, and the air above his palm was pierced by flickering electric sparks. At this moment, a huge amount of lightning elements gathered to form a dazzling spherical lightning. The air was ionized, and all the sounds in the office seemed to be lowered by an octave. , as if soaked in water, a strong smell of ozone expanded, it was rough and tough, and washed away the rotten stench on Quirrell.

Voldemort yelled angrily, "Get out of the way!"

Lind pointed his palm at Quirrell as if pointing a gun at a fowl.

Quirrell's hairs stood on end due to static electricity, and his legs were as if they had been cursed, stiff and motionless.

The spherical lightning floated out at a slow speed until it approached Quirrell and revolved around him. During this process, Quirrell did not move, and he was terrified.

Linde looked pleased, "It seems that I won. I'm sorry, I'm a little anti-client. But some questions also made me curious. Professor, on August 29th, I came out of Gringotts and saw you sitting in On the side of the road, it seems to be watching something. Can you tell me who you are looking for?"

Beads of sweat rolled down Quirrell's face, and he shook his head in horror.

Linde already knew the truth from his mind.

"Ah! Look at me, I'm so careless." Linde sighed happily, "I was so stupid that I didn't add some impurities to the gold I produced! It's too wrong! It's an insult to my scientific education. In this world, apart from me, only the Philosopher's Stone can make pure gold. Gringotts, Gringotts, is known as the safest bank, but you can even leak this information, it's a slip through the net.

"I would like to thank you, Professor, this is the first lesson you taught me. Weak people should be cautious. This lesson is very valuable to me. I will never make the same mistake again."

"Stop! No, stop reading my mind!"

Linde approached slowly, and Quirrell wanted to back away, but the spherical lightning around him made him dare not even make a slight body movement.

"Professor, do you trust me?"

"me……"

"I can solve this little trouble for you. As long as you nod your head, Voldemort's remnant soul will never disturb your life again. And you will also forget the pain you have suffered during this period. As long as you nod your head , you are still the outstanding graduate of Ravenclaw, the youthful and heroic Professor Quirinus Quirrell."

Voldemort noticed Quirrell's shaking, and immediately screamed. His voice was weak, but extremely sharp, like the wailing of a banshee: "Fool...how dare you betray me?!"

"Shut up, Ah Fu!" Linde yelled angrily, and forcibly pulled out Voldemort's remnant soul with the soul-draining technique of the summoning system.