The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

The strobe lights in Diagon Alley were brighter than daylight.

Like a white sea.

Linde has a laid-back demeanor like a stroll on the beach.

He looked down at Rita Skeeter, this unscrupulous reporter who maliciously smeared, this illegal Animagus who eavesdropped on secrets by transforming into insects, this flamboyant and beautiful middle-aged witch. How many labels are enough to generalize a person? No amount is enough. Humans are complex creatures, but animals in nature are often simple.

Everyone present realized that things were about to usher in an unexpected and dramatic turn.

The bored onlookers held their breath. The noise of the flashing lights was as intense as the flapping of hummingbird wings.

Professor McGonagall watched the scene sideways.

She was disturbed by Linde's words.

Rita wanted to say something, but she found that she was under a fixed spell at some point, and she couldn't even blink, let alone speak.

"I've said it before. Don't waste my kindness. Maybe it's my kindness that allows you to be presumptuous. You see, Rita, I don't really mind being interviewed, if we respect each other and do it nicely." Effective communication, things don’t have to come to this point. Even if you apologize sincerely, I will choose to forgive. You only see the thorn in my eye, but you don’t see the beam in your own eye. You say I’m too proud, you Have you discovered your own prejudice? Unfortunately, your appearance can't make me feel a little bit of limited compassion."

Professor McGonagall whispered: "De Lin, don't be impulsive." She also stood up, trying to prevent the continuation of all this before the situation slipped into an irreversible abyss.

"Professor, do you remember how many laws I proposed in my thesis?"

"Two, essential deformation is the idea of ​​a genius."

"There is nothing wrong, there are two, people always forget, I proposed two laws, in addition to the essential deformation, there is one more. Until now, the second law that you are not sure about, but it doesn't matter, I don't mind Use this ready-made example to demonstrate to you. Be my humble apprentice, and show you a more glorious landscape in the field of magic."

Minerva McGonagall faced the thin and thin back of the transfer student, and suddenly felt a sense of awe when she returned to her school days and faced Dumbledore at that time. She froze in place, unable to move.

She had a hunch that something was going to happen, it was about to happen, it was happening, it had already happened.

Linde pressed his blue aura palm on Rita's forehead. Behind her exaggerated glasses were a pair of terrified eyes.

"Rita Skeeter. Animagus not registered with the Ministry of Magic. You must have enjoyed it when you transformed into a little insect and eavesdropped on other people's secrets. You like this kind of hiding in the dark. Feeling, you like this kind of feeling of turning things upside down and distorting the truth with words. You don’t have any so-called reporter’s conscience, all your actions are for your own profit, and you use bottomless exaggerated remarks to shock readers’ attention, okay Let the newspaper sell more copies, let the newspaper use more of your manuscripts, and give you two more Galleons."

Rita's face had turned pale like a plaster cast.

Linde didn't care how violent the uproar these words caused. The reporters had already crowded up and surrounded the long table.

The flash has created a blinding day, stimulating Rita's bloodshot eyeballs, and tears flow from the corners of her eyes involuntarily. This even made her mediocre and flamboyant face look a little pitiful.

But he just went on, in a tone as light as the gossip of an evening stroll along a suburban street.

"It's unbelievable? Why do I know this? All people who explore privacy can't keep their privacy after all. Rita, Rita, Rita, you have caused me a problem. The influence you have made my reputation Get embarrassing. But you'll know that I don't really care about fame. What I care about is, why didn't you respect my warning? It's okay, it doesn't matter. I'll take care of your little trouble."

Linde looked around the noisy crowd, ignoring everyone's words, and said, "It's time to give you a little shock of Transfiguration."

Professor McGonagall begged behind him, "Don't do it, de Lin."

"Professor, please witness Linde's eternal transformation."

In the panic of the public, Linde slowly pulled out Rita's soul. The missing body of this soul exudes rotten black air, which fits people's impression of her.

"Dark wizard! He's a murderer!" The crowd began to flee in panic. The scream sounded like a siren.

There are also dedicated reporters who stay where they are. They must truthfully record the terrifying scene in front of them, and expose De Lin's cruel nature to the world, so that everyone can know that an evil character comparable to the Dark Lord has appeared in Diagon Alley. , appeared in Hogwarts, in the stormy wizarding world.

Linde didn't care about the chaos of the environment, he just regarded these screams as white noise in the background.

Next, is the real highlight.

The strong light shot out from the eye of the tower on Linde's chest, and the magical energy with eternal attributes surged into Rita Skeeter's lost body. A white light band wrapped the blood and flesh, Make it float in weightlessness.

Minerva McGonagall took half a step back with her right foot, but her left foot moved forward. She staggered and almost fell on the table. Her old and dry lips trembled, and her nystagmus was uncontrollable. She wanted to close her eyes from the horror, but she couldn't help herself from seeing, witnessing, the miracle of Transfiguration magic.

Powerful wizards have the ability to maliciously deform others, which usually has very bad effects. The mind of the deformed victim will suffer great trauma. Even if the original shape is restored, the deformed experience and senses will remain, making people People's temperaments have changed drastically. The consequences of long-term deformation are even irreversible.

But it's just an ordinary human transfiguration, powerful, evil, immoral, nothing more.

This malevolent metamorphosis could never match the feat Linde displayed at this moment.

That terrifying truth known as the Law of Eternal Transfiguration reveals the chaotic truth that world history can be distorted and tampered with.

The text on the paper flashed in McGonagall's mind.

"—The key step of eternal transformation is to find an eternal object that transcends time and replace the real object that exists in history. Let the eternal object spread to the past, so that the object that is deformed is no longer the object at the current moment, but this object the whole past."

Linde did not clarify the nature of the "eternal" and the way to obtain it in the article. Because of this, the wizarding world has no way to explore the law of eternal deformation. He proposed a logically self-consistent theory, but because this theory cannot be falsified, it was considered by Transfiguration researchers to be a wild fantasy.

Professor McGonagall also viewed the law of eternal deformation in this way, and she also advised Linde to delete this law from the paper, so as not to affect people's views on the law of essential deformation.

But at this moment, after witnessing this situation, she suddenly realized that Lin De had already found the so-called "eternal thing", and his theory was real and feasible!

Wizards really have the power to change history.

"Merlin..." Professor McGonagall murmured feebly.

Rita Skeeter's flesh twisted in the magical energy, the colors that made up her body began to mix, and the contours of her body began to deform.

Linde didn't pay attention to the twisting mass of lost souls, he whispered to the trembling witch soul in his hand: "I know your Animagus is a beetle, but I think your soul is a carrion Hyena, greedy, cunning, and vengeful. So I will make you look the same, and I will let you live the face of your heart. Don't worry, I won't kill you, I even grabbed your soul and kept your memory, because I'm going to let you live in the body of a hyena, in a world where Rita Skeeter was never born. Now it's time to cry."