The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

1991, July. Southeastern England, adjacent to London, Surrey on the River Thames.

The weather with strong wind and light rain is a typical marine climate. Pedestrians walk quickly on the street in the rain without holding an umbrella. When their wandering eyes sweep across the ordinary streets, they will always stop briefly on a foreigner. The indifferent British guy would not mind his own business, and let this dazed oriental man squat foolishly by the side of the road.

Linde was wearing light blue chenille pajamas and pajamas. He was holding the phone in his left hand and the instant noodle fork in his right. On the fork was a bunch of red snail noodles. These snail noodles eventually fell to the ground and failed to fall. into Linde's mouth. He was completely stunned, as if being watched by Medusa.

The last second, he was still squatting in the teachers' dormitory, eating supper happily and swiping his phone. In the next second, he was living on the streets of a foreign country, drenched in rain and wind.

A simple explanation can understand what is going on in his miserable situation.

Linde must have time-traveled, and he knew it himself, but he didn't expect his time-travel to be so sloppy. People's infinite stream will at least be "cold and shaking" at the beginning. He was eating snail noodles at home, reading novels, and suddenly wore them, and the culprit was on the back of his left hand.

A sea-blue door-shaped imprint. This is the only abnormal thing on Lin De's body that cannot be explained by common sense after living for more than 30 years.

Three days before the time travel, Linde had a strange dream. The dream was pitch black, and there were many strange creatures playing trumpets floating in the void. Their shapes could only be seen in the most absurd dreams caused by vigorous hangovers. appeared, and these advocates praised Linde with solemn, flattering strange language.

He didn't understand a word.

After waking up from this dream, Linde had a gate-shaped imprint on the back of his hand.

Others cannot see the mark, but when Linde stares at the mark, a piece of information will appear in his mind.

Before time travel, this piece of information reads: 【World Ⅰ: Countdown? ? :? ? 】

This information has now changed.

Linde stared at the mark.

【World I: Arrived】

[World II: Countdown 99:58]

After one minute, the countdown changes to 99:57

Linde is really numb now, his legs are numb, and his heart is numb.

Click. When the snail powder fell to the ground, Lin De frowned in distress.

He stood up and looked around, the place looked familiar to him. After walking along the street for a while, Linde could see that although there were many differences in details, this seemed to be the place where the protagonist Harry in the movie "Harry Potter" grew up.

Little Whinging, Privet Drive, a fictional place. But the street signs are clearly written.

When he was studying in the past, Linde's roommate was a loyal fan of the "Harry Potter" series. He usually reproduced the food that appeared in the book, recorded videos and posted them on Youtube.

Linde is not familiar with the "Harry Potter" series. He has only watched the first two movies in the series, but he knows the general plot, not only because he was influenced by his roommate, but also because he has watched a lot of fans novel.

With some kind of subtle intuition, Linde found No. 4 Privet Drive along the way, which was the address of the Dursleys where Harry was boarding.

The layout here is simple and ordinary, just like all single-family villas of the middle class in the city, there are no tourists passing by, no flashing lights and the clicking of camera shutters. Along the neat street, the entire row of houses has the same shape and style, quiet and completely unrelated to magic.

On the way here, Linde has learned some of the background of the times from the old TV in the window on the street. This is 1991. In March of this year, Linde was four years old. In December of this year, the red flag landed, and the giant Buried at the hands of traitors, this is also the same year, in July, that is, now, the savior Harry Potter received the admission notice from the magic school Hogwarts.

Destiny meets at this moment.

A milkmaid handed Mrs. Dursley a bag of eggs ordered by the Dursleys today. She didn't know that there was a Hogwarts admission letter at the bottom of the bag, and these things involving "magic and wizard" The terrible notice had almost caused the Dursleys to have a nervous breakdown.

Not long after, there was a roar of a thick, breathless man in the room. Lind heard clearly, it was a rude man yelling: "These damn letters! Harry, come down, damn it, go to your locker...I mean...go to your bedroom .Dudley, go away, and you go away too..."

Hearing these conversations, Linde breathed a sigh of relief, he was completely sure now, yes, this is the world of "Harry Potter", a classic fantasy magic story.

He didn't plan to contact the savior at this time. Linde is penniless now, and the money in the electronic account cannot be used in this era. He needs to find a place to settle down first.

Linde remembered that in 1991, his doctoral supervisor, Professor Zhdanov, lived in the South End of London. If such a person existed in this world, he might also live in London.

Two days after Linde arrived at Professor Zhdanov's home, the old scholar opened the door and was surprised by the homeless man in front of him, "Who are you looking for?" Linde was impressed by the familiar face and authentic Far Eastern accent. kind.

"You're Professor Zhdanov, right? I'm Linde, and I'm here for the name."

"I am Zhdanov, but I am not a professor. This strange wizard, you have found the wrong person."

boom!

The door of the apartment was slammed mercilessly, and Linde could hear a rapid murmur in Russian, complaining that the unexpected visitor had interrupted his afternoon drink.

Linde was thrown into a dilemma of frustration and surprise by Zhdanov's words.

He arrived in London from Surrey in the past two days and suffered a lot. In his personal image, he could already beg on the side of the road with a paper cup. When it seemed that the flowers were turning bright, Zhdanov, whom he had placed high hopes on, gave A solid bowl of closed doors. But from Zhdanov's words, Linde was pleasantly surprised to find that he seemed to have become a wizard with magical powers.

This joy and sorrow made Linde sit on the bench by the street in silence for a long time.

After a while, it was getting late, and an old man in a strange attire came to the end of the street. Anyone who saw him would be immediately attracted by his long silver beard and long hair. This man was tall and thin, wearing a wizard robe, Another purple cloak was thrown on, dragging to the ground. He was Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of our time, headmaster of Hogwarts, and holder of a long list of honorary titles.

When Dumbledore passed by Linde, he asked the bewildered young man kindly.

"Why is this strange wizard sitting here alone? Could it be that he came to visit Mr. Zhdanov? His temper is well-known, and even an old man like me can't get more respect."

Linde raised his head, he was a little stunned and at a loss, but quickly calmed down, "Good day, Professor Dumbledore, it's an honor to meet you. As you can see, I am a homeless wandering wizard .With no money and no wand, so just waiting to die in the street."

Dumbledore also seemed to be touched by this tragic experience, and kind warmth flashed in the blue eyes hidden behind the half-moon glasses. He said softly: "If this is the case, then do I have the honor to invite you to have a dinner together?"

"That couldn't be better, thank you for your generosity."

It is really important for the author to read the new book, thank you everyone.