The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

After procrastinating for nearly a month, when October approached, Lockhart's trial finally started, and the location was set to be in North America. In addition to Dumbledore, members of the British delegation also included Muggles and officials from the Ministry of Magic.

Dumbledore invited Lind to accompany him. Lin De smiled and asked if the old man was afraid that no one would change him into adult diapers when he was away from home, so he called this young man.

The old headmaster chuckled, handed over two Galleons and said, your salary for this week.

On the day Dumbledore and Lindt left Hogwarts, it rained in the castle, about forty square kilometers of rain clouds completely enveloped the campus, and the workers hurriedly covered the wooden piles with tarpaulins, taking advantage of the light rain , ready to take a break.

A new tower is being built on the cliff to the north of the main castle, not for owls, nor an astronomy tower, and even the people who built the tower don't understand its purpose. The marble of the tower was pale in the rain, like a broken birch.

When the principal and the transfer students arrived in London via the Floo network, the weather was partly cloudy and windy. A short walk from the Ministry of Magic is Downing Street, where Muggle officials wait for wizards to visit.

The wind knocked off Fudge's wizard hat and messed up the Prime Minister's hairstyle. Their eyes were sparkling, their smiles were warm and warm, and there was no trace of politeness. It's like meeting old neighbors after a long absence.

The two shook hands, marking the first meeting between the British wizarding and Muggle worlds in centuries.

The surrounding reporters raised their cameras in unison. Muggles used portable film cameras and digital cameras, while wizards used old-fashioned cameras, and the flashes made a lot of noise. They stood together, curious about each other.

"When did you stand here?"

"It's always there, you (Muggles) just don't see it."

"What an amazing photo and it will be remembered forever in history."

"Yes. History will remember this day."

The delegation got into the Bentley, and the old-fashioned and dignified cars formed a convoy, and drove to the airport under the escort of the mounted police.

Passing through a section of the street, I met a parade of people. They held banners, dressed as wizards, and shouted: Guidero is innocent! Long live Lockhart!

Linde looked sideways out of the window. These elated people were asking the international court to release the arrested Lockhart. A man in a suit climbed to a high place and shouted at the parade with a loudspeaker. What he said was unclear, but every now and then A burst of cheers erupted from the crowd.

"They seem to be very happy." Linde whispered to himself.

"Oh, don't care about those people, it's just some tricks of the opposition party. They think that supporting the release of Lockhart will cater to the public." The Muggle civil servant sitting beside him explained briskly, he is the representative spokesman of the British Muggles .

This trial is destined to be a big scene. All countries in the world will send special personnel to participate in the judgment. They represent their respective state apparatuses, and represent the interests of the leader and the group to which the leader belongs. The top of the world's power pyramid will gather in New York, representing 6.5 billion people on the earth, to judge a tiny wizard together.

Seven continents, four oceans and a speck of dust, which is more important? People won't know the answers until the outcome of the trial is out. Regardless of the answer, it is a subversion of all past human history.

"Do you think Lockhart will be released or shot?" Linde asked proactively.

"Sir, I think this is very possible." The civil servant is not young, in his 30s or 40s. He is very young in the system and has a bright future. He looked at Linde with curiosity and curiosity. Gentleness of adults.

"So which side do you support?"

"In principle, we support the justice of the trial process rather than the outcome of the trial."

"But we all know what the result will be." Linde shrugged. The smell of industrial freshener in the car was still pleasant, and he leaned on the seat and hummed a pleasant exaggerated tune softly.

"It's refreshing." The civil servant asked with a smile, "Is it "Carmen" with variations?"

"No, it's Gilderoy Lockhart."

Most of the songs are now called by this name, and the civil servant thought Linde was joking.

The convoy drove into the airport, and when they passed the security check, the wizards showed off their traditional skills. The suitcases were filled with items related to magic, but in the eyes of the inspectors, they were all daily necessities. But this blindfold failed to hide from the X-ray scan after all, and some potions and strange magic toys carried by the representative of the Ministry of Magic could not be brought on the plane.

Both Dumbledore and Linde traveled lightly. The old man carried a small wooden stick with him, and the transfer student took a notebook. This was carefully checked by the security inspector for a long time.

The chubby black security inspector waved the Elder Wand, disappointed to confirm the fact that he was a Muggle.

The beautiful blonde female security inspector flipped through the book of Mora, winked at Linde, and asked curiously and nervously: "Is this a sheet music? Sorry, you don't need to answer. I just thought you would bring a magic book, You know, huh—" She made a gesture of casting a spell with her fingers, and she didn't know where she learned it from.

Lin De couldn't help laughing, and then asked her: "Can you understand the music score?"

"know a little."

"Please hum the notes you see." Seeing the female security inspector's uneasy look, he comforted her again, "It's okay, just hum it boldly. We are not in a hurry, after all, this plane has only A few passengers."

He turned his head and looked behind him. The representatives of the Ministry of Magic were hurriedly taking out the items in the suitcase, and they were inspected one by one. The suitcase with the traceless stretching spell was praised by the security inspector next to him: "You The box is pretty good for hiding.”

The desperation scene over there made people smile, and the female security inspector really relaxed and hummed a brisk melody.

Linde took back the Book of Mora from her hand and wished her sincerely, "You will be lucky, ma'am. Get ready for a lucky life. If I were you, maybe I would buy a lottery ticket, or Ready to accept a love."

"Really?" The female security inspector's eyes lit up.

"Of course, this is a wizard's divination."

The black-bellied Dumbledore pretended not to care and said, "Yes, it comes from a master divination who failed a divination class."

"Hey, old man, don't break the stage. Be careful that no one will change your diaper."

"I paid for it."

The beautiful female security inspector rolled her beautiful eyes at Linde, then smiled and thanked him for his blessing.

After all the people attending the court and their entourage boarded the plane, the Muggle officials took out professional materials and alcohol to explain the current world situation to wizard friends.

There are three forces on the plane, representing local Muggle officials, wizards representing the British magical world, and members of the Humans (also known as the Ministry of Humans) representing the International Court of Justice.

"In order to deal with the global magical anomalies and eliminate the disasters caused by the anomalous phenomena, countries around the world have urgently established the People's Federation. We are an international pan-earth administrative organization with members from all over the world. We have a certain degree of independent law enforcement power and special Immunity, but it is not a political entity, so it has no right to start a war." The speaker was a secretary of the Ministry of People's Federation, a lean and capable young man.

Linde had seen this face before, and it was he who had personally arrested Lockhart on the front page of the Daily Prophet.

"Sounds like a grassroots team." The representative of the Ministry of Magic said half-jokingly, "but the efficiency of doing things is much higher than ours. The resolution to arrest Lockhart is going around on the desks of ministers and chiefs of staff, but you are the first I moved my hand."

"With all due respect, all the organizations in the world are now grassroots teams." This person's tone was calm, revealing unspeakable firmness, this is actually a person with political beliefs, a real endangered species, but it has not been extinct since ancient times .

He looked around at the boastful bureaucrats who drank like water, "Our constitution, laws, and the blood of the royal family prove that the history that human beings rely on to see themselves clearly has been reduced to waste paper. If our memory is not wrong, at this time Human civilization has collapsed, and wars are everywhere on the earth. The emergence of the Ministry of People's Federation is a cooperation of political elites around the world to maintain civilization."

Dumbledore asked the question he cared about, "What do you think of magic?"

"It doesn't matter what we think of magic. What matters is how magic thinks of us. If it wants peace, it gets peace. If it wants war, it gets war."

The old educator smiled and shook his head, "Believe me, we never want to see war. I personally agree with your purpose, but it is not easy to achieve true peace. After all, there are so many countries on this planet. One trial doesn't bring everyone together."

The representative of the Ministry of Magic also nodded, swallowed a mouthful of whiskey, and agreed with flushed cheeks: "It's definitely not easy."

In a turbulence, the plane passed through the cloudy troposphere, came to the clear stratosphere, and drifted to the country on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean in the dazzling sun.

No, you can't be so procrastinating, you have to do more.