The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

The reconstruction plan of Winterhold had sprouted as early as when Linde was playing "The Elder Scrolls". After he actually came here, the idea took root. This is just out of a simple thought, that is, "what if Winterhold is rebuilt after the collapse?"

It's easy to think about, but it's actually not difficult to do it.

On the seventh day of Hearthfire, a calm and clear morning, Linde stood on the edge of a cliff, with the raging sea of ​​undead at his feet.

He has been standing there quietly for half an hour.

The people of Winterhold, clad in thick furs, gathered in the center of the village, where the mages of the academy had gathered.

Brelina shouted in front of the crowd, her words condensed into white mist in the cold autumn air, the crowd was a little restless, and the Nords' distrust of mages continued. But since the academy convinced Lord Collier and dispersed all the Stormcloak guards, these civilians could only choose to obey. The immigrants from Ximu Town still had expectations for a new life and recognition for Linde, so they were quiet.

"Everyone come with me." Briarina walked ahead, the mages followed behind her, and the people of Winterhold sparsely followed the pace of the academy.

"Linde, everyone is here." Brelina returned to him in a low voice.

"Excuse me, Mayo."

Linde didn't turn around to say anything to everyone, he was still facing the turbulent sea, under the cold and salty sea water, in the deep mud, the city walls and palaces of the old capital were buried.

He took out the instant noodle fork that came with him from the inner pocket of the wizard robe, and transformed it into a huge ebony scepter with an inlaid hole at the top.

Take off the eye of the tower worn on the chest, take off the dark core, and gently place it in the hole at the top of the scepter.

Linde held up his scepter.

Hulong!

The surging magical energy erupted, and the seven-colored magical turbulence rushed out from the top of the scepter like a rainbow erupting from the crater. Shooting straight into the sky, and dissipating into a gust of wind, a gorgeous and magnificent band of light fluttered over Winterhold, just like the skirt of the goddess Gine.

Such intense magical effects can be observed with precision instruments throughout Tamriel, and even the entire planet Nirn.

The people of Winterhold screamed in panic. They accused the mages of being murderers and doing evil deeds.

Creeman was responsible for appeasing the settlers in Brookwood, while Lord Collier of Winterhold chose to flee with his people.

All the mages in the college were indifferent to the restless crowd. They just looked up at the magical sky intoxicated, and silently praised Master Linde's profound and immeasurable magical attainments in the frenzy.

"Repair! Restore! Ru! Beginning!"

Every syllable in Linde's mouth is as heavy as thunder. The roars of dragons and heroes resounded in the ancient sky, and the magic spell of the world of "Harry Potter" cast by Linde is like a dragon's roar. The earth bone (which can be understood as the law of the world) of En star resonates.

The ground began to shake.

It was as if the spirits of creation had awakened. The rock formations under people's feet were like trembling steel, making them unable to stand. The Stormcloak troops marching from Windhelm City in the south to Winterhold were also blocked by the earthquake. The soldiers hesitated in surprise, and their general Galmar cursed in a low voice. .

"Repair! Restore! Ru! Beginning!"

Xia Ye's thunderous and firm order.

The sea of ​​undead was turbulent, and a black shadow deeper than iron blue slowly rose from the sea, and the school of fish fled in all directions, even rushing to the beach to escape from the range of the shadow. The three-toothed walrus walking on the glacier raised its fat body, roared twice, and fled towards the sea.

"Repair! As before!!"

The ebony scepter was pierced by fiery magic energy, and white light seeped from the microscopic gaps in the metal, dyeing the dark ebony into dark gold.

Linde's body was slightly floating.

He swung his scepter and smashed the ground, with the courage of a mythical titan swinging a hammer to shape the world.

In the silent roar.

The old capital of Winterhold, which sank in the sea of ​​undead, burst out of the water. Hundreds of millions of tons of earth and rock seemed to have no gravity, and slowly rose into the air, a little bit adhering to the cliff in front of Linde.

The earth stretched out in front of him, and fragments of the city poured in from all directions, like flocks of birds, each in its own place.

The houses, palaces, streets, fences, taverns, ports, ships, warehouses of the city...all the details except the vegetation and creatures reappeared as if they were going back in time.

Great cities are not built in a day, but they can be restored in a day.

When the rainbow light in the sky disperses, when the earth returns to calm, when the mountains are silent, when the sea is silent. What unfolded in front of people was Winterhold seventy-eight years ago.

The ancient capital is desolate and solemn, only the fish, shrimps and walruses who have no time to escape are jumping lively on the roof and in the streets. When the migratory birds return in the coming year, they will find that there are already nests left by their ancestors in this city.

Linde fell back to the ground, gently removed the eye of the tower at the top of the scepter, and inserted it back into the necklace. Then he turned the scepter back into an instant noodle fork, and put it back in his pocket calmly.

He turned his head to Briarina and said with a smile, "Isn't it just a matter of immigration?"

Brelina stared at the College of Winterhold. The dangerous suspended passage has now landed on the hillside safely, and the handrails and guardrails have also been restored, so there is no need to worry about falling into the sea and dying. Her eyes were bright and blurred, "Is this something magic can do? It's incredible."

Savos Aran looked at the familiar street and the world where everything was changed, and he burst into tears unknowingly, "It's so good, it's so good."

The panicked people of Winterhold walked out of their hiding place and strolled in the magnificent old capital, not knowing how to express their inner shock and amazement.

Lord Collier's mood is even more indescribable. He is a complicated person. He usually shows an attitude of rejecting the academy, but in private he values ​​the group of mages very much. When Aran came to inform about the crazy rebuilding plan, Collier Er finally agreed. Maybe he is reluctant to part with the position at hand, maybe he really cares about Winterhold and the people here.

"You guys are not lying... Winterhold, you are really back..." Lord Collier hugged his wife and child, he wanted to laugh and cry, but in the end he just let out a long sigh, because he Knowing that the road ahead is still very long, no one can say whether the road ahead will be dawn or dusk.

Kliman quickly came back to his senses, he stepped forward and patted Linde on the shoulder, "It's really you."

"Go and pick a house you like." Linde crossed his arms, looking in a good mood, "Anyway, no one lives there."

"Would you like to pick one for you too? We can be neighbors."

"Whatever you want." Linde nodded without objecting.

Brelina rolled her eyes, "I'll pick a house too."

Zag stood behind them, and used his mobile phone to broadcast the scene of Master Linde repairing Winterhold to Onmond. Onmond raised his mobile phone. In the video, he was in a deserted ancient temple, and there was a blond Norman next to him. The German man leaned into the camera, looking dumbfounded.

Angmond was heartbroken, "I regret it! I shouldn't have come to Xueman! I also want to witness Master Linde's great power!"

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The blond Nord man pointed to the back of Linde in the screen, "Is that person Master Linde?"

"Yes, very powerful, right?"

"Well." The Nord man showed a clear stupid expression, "I want to learn this too. Can he teach me? I am willing to run errands for him."

"Master Linde is very busy. If you don't have talent, don't think about such a beautiful thing. Nuo, I have a copy of "Candlelight Art" here. You can take it and learn it first. When you understand it, when will you look for it again?" I."

The Nord man said "Oh" honestly, took the spell book in his hand, and flipped through it with great interest.

"Okay, don't look at it yet, we still have to get the Dragonstone." Onmond patted the Nord man on the shoulder, urging him to leave quickly.

"Onmond."

"what happened again?"

The Nord man raised his hand and shot a magic candle ball, "I have learned."

"...What?" Angmond was dumbfounded.