The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

"Ms. Moon Shadow, how should we cross this sea?" Brelina was worried for a while, considering that not everyone had learned the flying technique.

"Let's go by boat." Moon Shadow stood by the dark sea.

She sang high-pitched, her clear and loud voice was like a lark passing through the sky.

Long and eloquent words, in an ancient language that no one knows.

Everyone felt the vibration of the magical aura.

Magic energy is everywhere, even in the deep realm of annihilation.

They listened to Moon Shadow’s order, gathered on the sea surface, and the huge door of annihilation opened. Amidst the exclamation of everyone, the beautiful North Sea Ghost slowly slid out, like a spaceship jumping from the Raven Rock of Southam Island. The port of the town, was teleported to this desolate shore.

The crew members rushed to the deck, leaning on the railing to look out, they were having lunch in the cabin, when they suddenly fell into the realm of annihilation, everyone was so frightened that they almost fainted.

"Hey!" cried the Dragonborn, "Look here!"

Lydia on the ship's side saw it, and she hurriedly prepared a rope ladder.

Everyone boarded the ship one after another.

Nellos was curious about the construction and power of the ship. But now is not the time to visit, there is still a battle to be fought.

"We set sail."

"Where to, ma'am?" The sailors stood upright.

"Twilight will guide the direction." Ms. Moon Shadow clasped her hands in front of her and breathed, a cluster of small silver fireflies flew out, as if there was a silver snow in her palm.

The fireflies flew towards the pitch-black sea, emitting faint phosphorescence, extending into a faint band of light. Many old navigators claimed that there is a special luminous phenomenon on the sea, which will lead the ship to the right direction when it is in danger and lost its way. It is the light of the elves in the sea.

In the miserable lightless sea, the iron steamer whistled.

The sky is shaking.

The tides of frost, flame, thunder, and shadow are like clouds, rising from the sea level and converging towards a certain place in the sky. There, the turbulent bombardment of elements is like hundreds of millions of fireworks blooming, and each colorful wake falls on the sky. On the sea, huge waves of tens of feet can be set off, and a large number of islands, floating islands and ancient temples on them are broken in the aftermath. The gust of thousands of miles per hour sent out a depressive howling that made people's chest burst. The world seems to be dying, holding a funeral in the most splendid and terrifying way.

The North Sea Ghost sailed to the depths of the sea.

Hermaeus Mora's grand, distant, cold orders echoed across the sea.

"My servant, destroy these outsiders. Bury them under the deep sea forever!"

Sailors standing on the observation deck shouted: "There is something under the water!"

Families from the deep sea emerged one after another. Their appearance seemed to crawl out of fishermen's nightmares. Their torsos had the structure of ancient aquatic creatures. Their bodies were pale and slender. Their skin was as wrinkled as a swollen palm, and their faces vaguely retained a humanoid race. His eyeballs were as muddy as rotten clam meat, and his body exuded an evil magical aura, with a lingering salty smell.

The demons in Mora's domain marched towards the Ghost of the North Sea. Their worm-shell warships rose from the water, with barnacles and twisted seaweed all over the sides of the ship, and a large number of fallen spellcasters stood on the deck, with faces like octopuses, waving their slender arms, Gather the elements of destruction and launch a continuous offensive towards the North Sea Ghost.

Dragonborn stood at the bow and laughed wildly, "This is called war!" This Nord man seemed to have no fear, and he stood in front of the battle, and everyone spontaneously developed great courage.

Professor Dumbledore drew out the Elder Wand, waved it smartly, and a strong light shot from the tip of the wand, turning into a mask to wrap the hull of the ship.

[Iron Armor Curse]

In the continuous bombardment of exhausted wind groups and the beating of the sea's big waves, the shield made by the Iron Armor Curse flickered frequently, but it still had a steadfast demeanor.

Briarina went to the artillery deck and directed the sailors to load the enchanted fireball cannon.

"Don't think the Ghost of the North Sea is a cargo ship, Mora's lackeys. Try the cannons of Winterhold!"

Ms. Moon Shadow acted as the captain. She let Alania take the helm, and she commanded the helmsman and the engine crew on the side. "Full left rudder, three forwards."

The North Sea Ghost rose along the oncoming waves, and then slid sideways. Before reaching the trough, the ship turned sideways, with one side of the ship facing the Daedric warship ahead, and the opened gun doors were facing the enemy ship.

"Fire!"

The ten fireball cannons let out a quiet sound. Compared with gunpowder weapons, the unusually thick muzzles sprayed out a red fireball with the width of the washbasin, leaving ten trails illuminating the sea waves, hitting the enemy ship at high speed, and then exploded violently.

Boom boom boom boom!

Nelos watched the worm-shell warship burning on the sea, and more enemy ships emerged like locusts, he couldn't help but let out a cold and mocking laugh: "War, heh, it's always been like this." He put on the brass helmet and looked A bright red light glowed in Jia's solemn eyes, and the exhaust pipe behind him whistled like a siren. This seemingly cumbersome battle armor actually floated up, and suddenly accelerated in mid-air, smashing towards the enemy ship like a meteorite, and directly engaged in a fanatical gang battle.

Endless deep-sea races crawled on the shield of the Iron Armor Curse, like cockroaches clinging to the gauze, like a swarm of rats pervading, staring at the North Sea Ghost inside the shield.

The dragonborn saw that the iron armor shield was crumbling under the continuous strong attack, and Dumbledore was also struggling a little.

He winked at Dumbledore, then took a deep breath.

Dumbledore put away his wand, the shield disappeared, and the demons in the sky fell to the deck one after another.

Facing the group of enemies falling from the sky, the dragonborn opened his mouth and spit out the order of the dragon!

"Fus Ro Dah! (Fus Ro Dah!)"

[Dragon Roar · Unshakable Power]

The Nord boy burst into thunder!

The surging pure power suddenly spread, like an irresistible gust of wind, and the demons that fell like raindrops were also blown away like raindrops.

The North Sea Ghost is moving forward surrounded by huge waves and groups of enemies.

Under the guidance of the silver fireflies, the distant islands are already clearly visible.

Mora's servant Mirak enslaved the dragon with his roar, and the dragons circled the island, surrounding the first dragonborn.

"Mirak, defeat these outsiders and take them prisoner."

"Hermaeus, I will not follow your orders for nothing."

"Unfaithful servant! I allow your disobedience. As long as you do it, I will give you freedom!"

"It's a deal." Mirak, wearing the dark golden deep sea priest mask, let out a satisfied laugh.

He looked up at the burning and shattered sky, where the battle was far better than the confrontation between him and the high priest of the Dragon Cult, Varok, that tore the continent.

Who is Hermaeus Mora at war with?

It doesn't matter, whether he wins or loses, Mirak returns to Tamriel, and the destiny of ruling the world is irreversible.

The whistle of the North Sea Phantom sounded again, and this iron-clad steamship turned into a battleship was advancing towards the place where Mirak was located with a resolute and unstoppable momentum.