The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Draco, who was hanging in the air, had stopped sissy cursing a long time ago. Although he was still muttering, he actually didn't know what he was talking about, and all his attention was devoted to listening to the story. When Linde paused, he couldn't help but ask, "You mean, you will also participate in a Muggle war on your way to school?"

Linde nodded, "That's right. The civil war in Skyrim Province is in full swing. We were unlucky. The Empire's supply team was attacked by Stormcloak. The battle took place that night. The rebels blocked the way with rolling stones and giant logs, and hid in the forest , When the supply team stopped, they attacked from one side.

"Thousands of arrows fell at the same time, like a murderous rainstorm. There were screams and blood everywhere. The cavalry of the rebels outflanked the road. The imperial troops were attacked on both sides and had to retreat towards the river. Governor Rui Ji organized There was a counterattack, but a large number of soldiers were still driven into the river. There was also a group of rebel archers on the other side, shooting at the soldiers who fell into the water."

Hermione looked anxious, "Are you all right? Kerryman, Farndall, and Swann, are you all okay?"

"The four of us moved together. When the team got into trouble, I took them and ran away. I turned the thick rush grass on the river bank into a raft and went down the river. The river was dark at night, like the stomach of a beast. The flashes of the moon and stars flickered only ahead, never to be touched. The raft floated fast, leaving behind screams and dreadful muffled sounds of swords knocking, and when we breathed a sigh of relief, the river ahead The light suddenly stopped, and then disappeared again, as if falling into a well. Farndal turned pale and screamed. Kleiman and Swan also screamed. There was a waterfall in front of it, and the sound of the water was booming Long, you've all heard rainstorms on summer nights, ten times louder than that."

...

The raft raced down the river. Like a leaf curled in a whirlpool.

Before the four people who had just escaped from death had time to take a breath, the waterfall that appeared in front of them made their hearts rise to their throats again.

"Think of a way! Linde, use your wizard brain to think of a way!" Kleeman was extremely nervous, "I can't swim!"

Swan knelt on the raft and prayed: "Gine, Schull, Dibella, Akatosh, whoever it is, please bless us!"

Farndal began to remove his armor, and he was obviously ready to fall into the water.

Linde laughed loudly, this man was not nervous at all, he was like a captain, standing in front, when the raft flew out from the top of the waterfall, he suddenly opened his arms, and the raft turned into a huge eagle, stretching out his wide The wings of the sky sang loudly and loudly towards the night sky.

The eagle flew over the river and landed in the territory of the Eastern Territory, which is the confluence of the Blackwater River and the White River.

Several people lay on the bank of the river and gasped for breath.

Kliman looked at the starry sky and laughed, "I survived."

"Yes, I survived." Farndal's eyes were wet with sweat.

"Linde, how do you feel?" Swan seemed to have not regained his senses, and spoke in a flustered voice.

"It's just an ordinary day in Skyrim Province." Linde put his hands behind his head and hummed softly.

...

The appearance of Draco being hanged upside down attracted many young wizards, and everyone gathered in the aisle outside the cubicle, pointing at the three of them.

"Put me down!"

"Are you willing to talk?" Linde snapped his fingers, stretched the rope binding Draco and his followers, lowered them to the ground, and then turned into ribbons and sequins flying around with a bang, as if welcoming a hero. salute. Draco's pale blond hair, damp with sweat and now covered in sequins, looked like an overboard party doll.

The prefects gathered, "What happened?"

Draco complained to them, "This inexplicable person attacked us!"

Harry stood up and explained the ins and outs, and the little wizards whispered to each other, pointing to the boy and saying, "Look, that's him." "Harry Potter Who Lived."

After the addition of several other people in the compartment, the facts are already clear. Draco was the one looking for trouble. Of course he refused to admit it and insisted on messing around.

Percy couldn't help scolding Ron: "Ron, how did you do this?" For a young man who just became a prefect, he really didn't want to see his family dragging down his work.

Ron gave Percy a look of disbelief. His brother regretted it immediately, his face was cloudy, and he briefly negotiated with the other three prefects, and then the Slytherin prefects took Draco away.

Before Draco left, he made a sneer at these people in the cubicle, which seemed to say: You are screwed.

Harry was slightly disturbed, and he looked at Linde, who put his cheek in his hand and didn't care, like those old fritters on campus, knowing what's serious and what's not worth worrying about. Harry felt at ease because of it.

Percy stayed in the cubicle and gave Lind an order, or rather an order (he hadn't yet developed a condescending temper and was soft-spoken).

"Please don't rashly use magic on the little wizard. Once it causes harm, it will be very bad for your studies."

Linde didn't mean to be uncooperative, but just nodded. Percy said a few dry words. Before leaving the cubicle, he caught a glimpse of Ron turning his head and crossing his arms, with red eyes. After hesitating for a while, he turned his head and went out.

The twin brothers who were watching the excitement outside the door made faces at Percy's back, and as soon as he left, they came in and patted Ron to see that he was still angry, so they reached out their hands, each on one side, to tickle him.

"Go away! Go away!" Ron couldn't help laughing in front of his mate, writhing like a caterpillar in his seat.

George sighed, and said, "Oh, our Percy—"

Fred followed up his words: "—only power in eyes, no dear brother."

"But don't worry, baby Ronnie—" George's smirk made Ron's teeth itch.

"—Without a Percy, you still have a lot of brothers who love you. Hahaha."

After the twin brothers successfully made the little brother laugh, they left the cubicle with confidence.

Ron's cheeks were flushed, and the freckles on his nose were almost as bright as fireflies. He glanced at everyone with a guilty conscience, and said in disbelief: "They always do this, so they know how to bully me."

Harry was very envious of such brotherhood. When watching the twins tease Ron, he had a feeling of "if only I had such a brother". But he has only one cousin, Dudley Dursley, the fat, lazy, curmudgeon, spoiled, vicious boy.

Hermione said, "Your brother, that Percy..."

"Don't talk about him, he is the most annoying." Ron covered his head.

"All right."

Linde remained silent. Seeing the interaction of these young children, he felt a vigorous vitality sprouting from his chest.

Neville shrank back in his seat silently.

Seeing this, Linde praised him: "Well done, Neville, for standing up for your friends, I think you will become a qualified Gryffindor."

"Thanks."

Harry was a little puzzled, "What does Gryffindor mean?"

Hermione raised her eyebrows and explained first: "Hogwarts is divided into four houses, named after the four founders. Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin."

"Which college is the best?"

Hermione guessed: "It should be Gryffindor, where Dumbledore graduated."

Ron nodded, "My brothers are all in Gryffindor. Mom and Dad are also from this house. They expect me to go into Gryffindor too, but Ravenclaw is also good. As long as you don't go to Slytherin , it was horrible there."

"Why?"

Harry asked, "Slytherin, that's the house that ... You-Know-Who graduated from. Right?"

"Yes. And all wizards who go bad are Slytherins."

Harry turned to Linde, "Which house are you going to?"

"Me?" Lind shook his head, "either Ravenclaw or Gryffindor, I think."

Ron said excitedly: "You will definitely go to Gryffindor!"

"Why?"

"Because you are the kind of person with courage. Think about it, you have gone through so much in order to study, robbers, necromancers, and wars. None of these can defeat you. You are a warrior."

Harry nodded, adding: "Like King Arthur, a hero."

Laughing, Linde gently told the kids, "No, I'm not a hero."

I am God.