The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

The Christmas holiday is equivalent to the winter vacation. Most students choose to go home, and not many people stay in school.

Of Linde's three roommates, only Percy remained, and none of the Weasley boys went back. It was easier to stay at Hogwarts than at home. Without parents nagging, and without worrying about homework, which student would have too much of such a good day?

"Good morning and Merry Christmas." Percy greeted Linde.

"Merry Christmas. Did you just wake up? Today's weather is good, very suitable for morning jogging." Linde still stayed out at night as usual, and it was rare to show up in the dormitory today. His roommates sometimes suspect that Lindh is actually a vampire and sleeps secretly in a coffin every night.

Percy asked him, "Open presents?"

Linde received so many presents that it was almost impossible to move in the dormitory. As if this is the warehouse of a gift shop, all kinds of packages and colorful ribbons are mostly sent by admirers who have read his Transfiguration treatise.

Percy asked Lind if he would open the presents, and he was eager to see how Mr. Heartthrob handled the packages.

"It looks like I shouldn't have listened to Professor McGonagall in the first place. In addition to bringing me a futile reputation, publishing a paper on transfiguration also brings me a lot of trouble."

Percy couldn't help muttering, "There's nothing better than being famous."

"For those who are ready to use it in exchange for three meals a day and good food and wine, fame is the best thing. For those who are not ready, fame can drag their lives into a whirlpool."

"So you're not ready?"

"Yes, you can say that. But if one day, I want to form a wizarding band, I can write on the promotional posters-De Lin, the discoverer of the two laws of transfiguration, the most popular rock wizard today , at eight o'clock tonight, sing passionately, I'll wait for you at the Pig's Head Bar!"

Percy laughed at the witty remark, "You don't look like a musician."

Linde sat at the door and began to unpack the presents one by one. While checking the gifts, he chatted: "Who doesn't have a musical dream? I like rock and roll, because my favorite Muggle singer is one who plays rock and roll. His name is Victor Choi, from the Soviet Union. Sadly, he was in a car accident last year and sadly passed away. If he survives this year... oh, another boring witch, I really doubt they have a closet too full , just stuff it into a box, give it a random address, and say, 'Well, I've finally got this garbage out.' My poor Kaia, it's not worth her flying."

"I promise there's more than one piece of underwear in this pile of presents."

"Then disappear." With a wave of Linde's hand, all the packages containing indiscriminate personal belongings disappeared, as if being swept away by an invisible vortex in the air.

"Wow, it's empty all of a sudden." Percy's words were just teasing, but in fact, the packages were still piled up like a mountain.

"Don't be sarcastic, come and help."

Some people visited each dormitory, and everyone was amazed at the grand occasion of Linde's dormitory.

One after another, people joined in and sat on the ground to unpack the packages.

"To be honest, I don't hate opening presents." George said to relieve his boredom.

"But none of these presents are mine, it's sad," Fred resumed.

It took everyone a whole morning to finally unwrap the presents. Nothing particularly precious, the main thing is sugar, sweets from all over the world.

Lin De dug out a box of dragon beard crisps, was very happy, and shared it with his classmates on the spot. He found another bag of artisanal cane sugar from the Indian subcontinent, which scared him and threw it into the trash can.

Linde: After watching the official video of World Gourmet, who would dare to touch these clean and hygienic things?

Other odds and ends have regional characteristics, such as Persian wool tapestry from the Middle East, ancient silver coins from Spain, shells picked up from the Aegean Sea, sunny dolls from Hokkaido, and bearskin blankets from Scandinavia. , amethyst ore in Southeast Asia, ammonite fossils in Antarctic glaciers, etc.

The students and teachers of Hogwarts also gave all kinds of candies.

"Harry, Ron, Neville, Professor Dumbledore, Professor Quirrell... It seems that the candies are all men." George discovered some interesting facts.

"It's so convenient to send candy."

Everyone started talking casually.

Lin De recalled that the gifts he gave seemed to be all candies. Anyway, he was nicknamed Sugar Man, so this was not laziness, it was called maintaining the personality.

In contrast, witches are more thoughtful in giving gifts. What Professor McGonagall sent was a calendar with schedules for Grades 1 to 5, probably implicitly urging him to attend class. Hermione, like many female classmates, gave a knitted scarf. Mrs. Weasley sent a white sweater to thank him for taking care of the children of the Weasley family. There are two letters D·L on the front of the sweater, which are his initials.

What was more interesting was Professor Snape. He did not perfunctory like other male compatriots, but sent a bottle of aromatic tincture. Linde guessed that the old bat was mocking him for being surrounded by female students all day long.

Linde smacked his lips, feeling quite happy. He was going to give Snape a bottle of the Love Potion next Christmas. Or, if the old bat still entertained him, he'd bring Lily Potter back to life.

The Christmas banquet at noon that day was extremely lively. Although there were not many people, everyone was as happy as clockwork. The yellow roasted chickens on the big silver plate are piled up like a pyramid, almost touching the plastic ribbons floating in mid-air, the aroma of the creamy mushroom soup is so strong that it feels like a punch to the nose, and the oily grilled sausages are placed along the edge of the table In a circle, it seems to be some kind of edible pattern decoration. Next to everyone's dinner plate was a Christmas goblin doll and a magical firework. When Linde was eating, the goblin doll next to his plate kept urging him to set a firework.

Students from all four houses gathered at the same table, with Gryffindors and Slytherins far apart from each other. The professors also stepped down from the guest table and occupied a table next to them. The beautiful Borzoi was squatting beside Dumbledore. It didn't seem very happy. It was indifferent to a whole suckling pig's hind leg in the rice bowl, and Dumbledore had to feed it himself. Professor Quirrell toasted Linde. He and Snape got along well, and they didn't know what to talk about together. Many students discovered for the first time that the old bat could actually laugh. The half-blood giant Hagrid kept pouring wine into his mouth. He may have been drunk, and accidentally stuffed the magic fireworks into his mouth like a German sausage. He bit it down, and with a bang, all the firework came out of his nostrils and ears. A puff of orange-flavored smoke was blown out, which made Professor McGonagall beside him giggle.

After the noisy banquet, many students went to the playground to have a snowball fight. Under the leadership of the prefect, the boys from the four colleges divided into two teams, the lion and the badger, the eagle and the snake, and they built a bunker decently. Several people divide the work, one person is responsible for making snowballs, and the rest are responsible for firing at the opposite side.

Most of the witches were playing chess, gobstones, or making snowmen, and some witches surrounded Ah Fu, who hadn’t seen him for a long time, and decorated him with Christmas skins.

After Harry got the "Practical Combat Guide", he couldn't put it down. Ron was besieged, seriously injured and off the line of fire. He called his brothers to have a passionate snowball fight, but he was indifferent. Harry found a quiet corner to study the "Practical Combat Guide", which included all the spells he had learned, as well as the key points of knowledge in various disciplines.

He found that there was a lot of knowledge that he had never learned before, such as various elective courses in senior grades, and some special skills, such as "Parseltongue", "General Knowledge of Black Magic", "Ancient Alchemy", "Dark Magic Rituals" and more. These subjects are basically blank, with only sporadic words and phrases. For example, the sub-entries of "General Knowledge of Black Arts" include the practice method of "Death Curse".

Harry knew that this knowledge, which he had never had access to, came from Voldemort's soul.

The preface page of the "Practice Guide" provides study suggestions based on the user's thinking.

Harry whispered, "I want to know how to resurrect someone."

The following words appeared on the blank pages: Childish little wizard, you are not qualified yet, turn over the blank pages, just like your barren brain, when will you fill up the entries on black magic and alchemy, Ask this stupid question again, and I will answer your little doubts at that time.

Harry stared at the "Practice Guide", repeatedly clenching his fists to cheer himself up. He suddenly felt that someone was watching him, and when he looked up, he found that white dog named Afu was squatting beside a bush not far away, and several witches were searching for its trace. Afu's body was colorful, Decorated with various Christmas decorations, mistletoe, bells, striped ribbons, bows, it looks like a mess, but its eyes are cold.

Boy and dog stared at each other as snow fell on the spiers of Hogwarts towers and the mountains on the horizon were white.