The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

The story ends like this: Mr. Bilbo Baggins, the hobbit, returned to Bag End with a sack of gold, silver and jewels. He also took Gollum, who had just recovered from a serious illness, and kept him at home. Thorin Oakenshield went to the monastery in another world to learn the way of roaring and overcome his inner dragon disease. The remaining dwarves of the expedition lived a stable life on the Lonely Mountain. Ironfoot Dyne returned to the Iron Hills, and there have been frequent caravans and miners coming and going between the two places. The people of Changhu Town gathered at the ruins of River Valley City, intending to rebuild the ruins. The elf prince Legolas returned to the woodland with the jewels. He heard that his father became depressed after the Battle of the Five Armies and gradually stopped managing the kingdom.

All was quiet and the bodies of all the fallen were either buried or disposed of. At the confluence of the Running River and the Red River, the remains of the dragon Smaug were identified by travelers. The news spread to the Lonely Mountain, and the local residents could finally live in peace, without fear of the beast coming back. Later, a group of people built a tavern on the bank of the confluence of the rivers, called Dragon Rest Inn. There are tourists who come to visit every year, and the business is booming.

On a certain autumn morning in a certain year, Baggins’ door was knocked again. It was Gandalf who brought the dwarves to visit Bilbo who lived alone. Everyone could get together again, sigh for that expedition, and miss their wizard at the same time. friend. Everyone knows that mortals have a short lifespan, and maybe they won't see that good wizard who resembles Gandalf in the future.

The dwarves' flutes, lyres and drums sounded again, and they sang brisk and hearty songs, spreading the story of Dumbledore.

In the last few days of the summer vacation, Kaiya, the owl, sent the school opening notice and the report card of the O.W.Ls exam. As expected, Lind received ten excellent grades, one pass grade, and one poor grade (the worst grade). Generally speaking, he is still a model student with a bright future.

Linde returned to London to help out in Malika's bakery. He was not considered a child laborer at his age, so he didn't have to worry about being troubled by the judicial system.

Malika insisted on offering him a salary. She told Lind that if you work hard, you should get paid. Linde said that she has adapted to this world quite well, at least she is not much different from modern people in concept.

Dumbledore, who is lying in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, enjoys counting money and spending it every day.

The headline of the Daily Prophet ran the story of Dumbledore's discovery of the treasure of the Spanish fleet's wreck, accompanied by a photograph of the old wizard standing on the deck of the North Sea Ghost. In addition, the second page of the newspaper advertised a tender for the extension of Hogwarts Castle.

St Mungo's Hospital is in London, tucked away in an old red brick department store. When Linde went to visit the old wizard on the weekend, the ward was surrounded by businessmen who heard the news.

There are managers of magic construction companies from Europe, alchemists from America, rare treasure merchants from North Africa, tapestry wholesalers from South Asia, and magical creature dealers from Southeast Asia. Professionals in all fields needed to build an enchanted castle from the ground up are brought together in this small ward.

When Dumbledore first entered the hospital, he lived in a general ward, but because of too many visitors, he was invited into a single room by the nurses.

"Professor." Linde pushed open the door, the curtains of the ward were wide open, the sunlight was bright and dazzling, and the noisy conversations rushed over, comparable to the busyness of the stock exchange.

He saw men and women of various skin colors and various dresses, booing and asking for warmth around the old principal. The appearance of dutiful sons and virtuous grandchildren made people laugh. The old man was wearing sunglasses, the head of the bed was full of tempting gold coins, and there was a stack of business contracts in his hand, which he signed quickly, like a West Coast rapper.

"De Lin! It's a pleasure to meet you. Wait a moment. I'm signing a contract with Mr. Bernini. His ancestor is Gian Lorenzo Bernini, a famous architect."

An Italian man in retro clothes made a very dignified courtesy to Linde.

Seeing the principal's busy schedule, Lin De couldn't help shaking his head, "Go ahead."

He was wandering in the corridors of the hospital. Most of the patients received in the magic hospital were strange and strange. Some of them were ordinary limb injuries. The disability of missing arms and legs is lifelong bad news for Muggles, but here it is the simplest and most relaxing injury. sick. It's more about the intricacies of magic and magic items out of control, and the damage done by magical creatures.

If anyone wants to see a Western view, just go to the waiting room in the lobby, there are strange patients every day. When Linde entered the door, he saw a blond beauty with a squirrel tail growing out of her neck, and the squirrel tail kept slapping her ears; she saw an old witch who used the wrong spell, and her left arm became as strong as a Hulk. The hospital bed where the wounded were lying was accidentally overturned; a wizard ate some kind of magical creature by mistake, and the train whistle sounded as soon as he opened his mouth, and the receptionist who described his illness was stunned by the sudden noise past.

Most of the family members sitting in the waiting area looked sad, and some heartless guys would laugh at the funny illness.

Dumbledore's ward is on the first floor. This floor is the Utensil Accident Department, which usually treats trauma patients caused by accidents such as cauldron explosions, broom failures, and Bludger impacts. Linde asked the receptionist and learned that there were tea rooms and shops on the sixth floor, so he happily went upstairs.

The fifth floor is the Spell Injury Department. When Linde passed by here, he saw the boy crying secretly in the corridor through the open double doors. After looking a little longer, he realized that the boy was still an acquaintance, Neville Longbottom.

"Hey." Linde walked up to him and knelt down, "Hello, Neville."

"Hello." Neville said something, and he stared at Linde's face in a daze for a while, "Oh, it's Mr. de Lin. Hello." The boy wiped his tears and squeezed out A shy and cheerful smile, but the tears kept sliding down. He was like a machine that knew how to please others. Smile and tears were two independent programs.

"Are you here to visit the patient too?"

"Yes." Neville didn't want to say more, his face turned purple, and his smile became forced. Linde asked him if he wanted to go upstairs to have some tea together, but Neville hurriedly shook his head and refused, looking around, as if he wanted to find a place to hide quickly.

The corridor on the fifth floor echoed with moans and screams of pain, faintly.

Healthy people come to the hospital feeling out of place. It's like entering a foreign country. The language of those around them is pain, their words are desolation. Only they can communicate with each other, others cannot understand.

Linde went to the sixth floor to buy some fruit snacks and came back to share with his little classmates. Neville's grandmother came out of the ward at this moment. This is a tired old witch, the whole figure is like an old wood carving, all the vivid colors are left in the past.

"Are you Neville's classmate? Model student De Lin, I've heard of you. You are the owner of the Merlin Medal at a young age. If Neville can have a little bit of your skills, then I don't have to worry about him." The old Mrs. Longbottom was very kind to others, but very strict with her grandson.

She saw the gift in Linde's hand, and a happy expression appeared on her tired face, "Come in."

The ward was gloomy, the air was dull, and there were many personal belongings piled up around it. As expected, it was a long-stay ward. Neville's parents were both here. They were tortured by the Cruciatus Curse by the Death Eaters, causing them to go insane and insane.

Mrs. Longbottom led Linde to observe the condition of her son and daughter-in-law. Neville leaned on the door frame of the ward, hugged his shoulders, bowed his head and sobbed silently.