The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

On the night of Halloween, the students rushed to the new campus overnight. This is a newly built school building, located in the north of the old campus, around the white tower.

Because the new dormitory has not yet been completed, everyone can only temporarily gather in an empty building for the night. Living in a house that has not yet been renovated is depressing. The lively atmosphere of Halloween suddenly became much colder. In the north of England in November, it is very cold at night.

The students ignited the magical flames one after another, clusters of blue flames, like glowing meteors falling on the ground, six or seven students, forming a circle, the girls were on the inside of this empty hall, and the boys were on the outside, The professors will stay tonight too.

There are many young wizards gathered around Ms. Moon Shadow, just like a group of chicks under the wing of their mother. No one can make them feel more secure and reliable.

The house elves brought bedding and mattresses one after another, as well as many soundproof curtains, dividing the empty hall into many temporary dormitories. Many students were running around, passing through layers of soft drapes, like a circus tent, telling jokes by the beds of their classmates, or sharing dinner food.

After cleaning and decoration, this venue that will be used as a greenhouse in the future has become pleasant and comfortable. The ceiling is a large glass dome without a steel skeleton, and the whole is transparent, as if it does not exist. The starlight tonight shines through The dome illuminates the children's cheeks, and the bright Milky Way looks very charming.

Soon the young wizards of Hogwarts fell in love with this temporary dormitory. How fun it was for all to get together for the night, and they thought they could have a good time talking and wish they had twenty-four hours tonight. Some senior students even showed suspicious smiles. Like this guy Percy, his eyes glued to the Ravenclaw prefect. There is no doubt that there must be young couples who want to take this opportunity to get together.

What a mind-blowing, dreamy night.

Professor McGonagall's words dispelled the bad thoughts of the students.

"Turn off the lights and go to bed when the number of people is counted. You are not allowed to move around. Boys and girls are not allowed to cross the central axis. I hope you understand what I mean."

There was mourning in the arena.

"And now I'm totally disappointed." A Hufflepuff lad was already getting ready to roast marshmallows by the campfire. If the professors keep order any longer, this group of rascals will start a lively bonfire party.

The prefects of each college began to count the number of people.

"Ginny Weasley, Romilda Vane...Parvati Patil, Hermione Granger...Gryffindor girls are all here."

"...all the Ravenclaw girls."

"...all the boys in Slytherin."

The prefects reported one by one.

Percy held the roster and murmured, "... De Lin, oh, you are here, George, Fred, Jordan, Andrew... Ron, where is Harry? Where did Harry go?"

Ron looked nervous, "He, he went to the bathroom."

"You didn't lie, did you? Where did he go?"

"I really went to the toilet, and I'll be back in a while."

Percy stared at his younger brother for a while, the cold sweat on Ron's face was suspicious, he turned his head and reported to Professor McGonagall: "Professor, Harry is not here."

Ron stamped his foot in annoyance, and exchanged glances with Hermione.

McGonagall called the two unlucky children over, "Do you guys know where Harry has gone?"

Hermione played with her fingers uneasily, and Ron continued to play dumb.

The professors gathered together, in the posture of three-course trial, Snape said in a cold tone, "It seems that our Miss Know-it-All decided to abandon her friend's life with a little loyalty. Harry is in the castle now, isn't he?" ?”

Ron nodded, Hermione shook his head, they were taken aback, then Ron shook his head, Hermione nodded.

Professor McGonagall laughed angrily, "I didn't even know you had the guts to lie to the professor. Gryffindor College deducted fifty points, each of you fifty points, as for Mr. Potter."

Snape said oilily, "It's not too much to deduct a hundred points from him, assuming Mr. Potter is still alive when we find him."

Hermione was so sad that she almost cried, not because she was worried about Harry's safety, but because she was worried about the college points.

"Ms. Moon Shadow will revive him anyway." Ron whispered.

Snape heard it, and he was as angry as if he had been stabbed by a needle. He leaned up to Ron and whispered: "Mr. Weasley, don't think that there is no price for reviving a person. Ms. Moon Shadow can't revive a wreck. If you don't want to see your friend reduced to a pool of lifeless flesh, put aside your ridiculous chances. It is a basilisk, one of the most dangerous monsters known, it can swallow like a small mouse Eat Mr Potter, do you understand?"

Ron nodded submissively.

The deans rushed to the main castle to search for the missing Harry.

As soon as they left, the students in the venue immediately became active. The rest of the professors obviously couldn't control the gang of mischievous ghosts, and Ms. Moon Shadow simply took a conniving attitude and let the little wizard play around. After a while, the aroma of roasted marshmallows and barbecue spread.

The little wizard folded the quilt into a small tent, surrounded by the magic flame-this thing is very reliable, it will not ignite debris, and it can burn in water-tell ghost stories, bake food, play gobstones, and play wizard chess. The whispering sound is like a pond with frogs croaking on a summer night.

Linde's bed was at the foot of the wall, close to the central axis, and the sounds of the girls playing were not far away, as clear and sweet as the hoofbeats of birds.

"What are you looking at, De Lin?" A Ravenclaw freshman approached. She is also sitting by the wall, leaning slightly out of the central axis.

Linde turned to look at the girl, "It's just a history book."

"Can I have a look?"

He handed the Book of Mora over, and the freshman opened it casually. The first quarter of the pages of the Book of Mora were stuck together tightly, making it impossible to flip through. The freshman stared at the score on the page, humming softly Bright tune.

"I like it," she said. "This melody reminds me of someone."

"who?"

"Myself." The little girl laughed happily. Pass the book back.

Linde looked at her differently, "You are very talented, what's your name?"

"Luna, Luna Lovegood, people call me a crazy girl, call me what you want."

"Sometimes it's good to be a little crazy, that means you're not bound by common sense. Why do you think this melody reminds you of yourself?"

"Oh, when I was humming, the image that popped up in my mind was that I was walking on the grass, and the moon shone down, it was very beautiful." She frowned slightly, "And I saw a person, but it was very vague."

"Ms. Moon Shadow, right? You can talk to her, she likes you very much."

"Thank you!" Luna's eyes lit up, and she hurried to find Ms. Moon Shadow. She was barefoot, her arches and ankles were red with cold, it seemed that someone had stolen her shoes.

Linde unfolded the Book of Mora, and the ink on the pages condensed into the earth and the moon, moving in an ancient trajectory.

When other people read this book, they can only see a small piece of music, which is their destiny movement, which heralds their luck for a period of time in the future. What Linde saw was the fate of the world.

This summer vacation, the great god Iluvita taught him how to create grand music.

The grand movement is a more original world structure than the time and space of the universe. It is history itself and the soul of the universe. If the universe was born with a big bang, then the grand movement predates the big bang.

The function of the grand movement is similar to the law, but it is more humane. It allows every soul to become a creator, and it allows living beings to break away from the movement. The law is merciless, but the music is.

Linde has not lit the magic fire yet, so he cannot compose grand music.

Fortunately, he came up with another way, since he couldn't create it himself, he translated the ready-made cosmic soul into a grand movement.

Linde used the Book of Mora as the carrier of the soul of the universe, and transformed the cosmic thinking strings into melodies, which were recorded in the Book of Mora. Make it a fake history book. The covering range is the entire Earth-Moon system. After all, this is the first experiment, so let's try it out.

The grand movement in the Book of Mora and the real history are two interrelated and independent systems. It can even be said that they are two different timelines, but they overlap in the same space.

Linde can modify the movement, delete the melody, or create music through the Book of Mora, almost omnipotent.

However, modifying the movement can only indirectly affect the soul of the universe.

Those melodies deleted by Linde did not die in real history, they will still live as usual, and their actions will no longer affect the grand movement.

The grand movement does not go on endlessly. Because the capacity of the Book of Mora is limited.

Although theoretically there are infinitely many pages in the Book of Mora, the information generated by the grand movement is also infinitely many.

The finer the records, the greater the amount of information produced. The difference in information content between recording what a person does in a day and recording the activities of every cell in the person in a day is several orders of magnitude. What the Book of Mora records is not physical information, but thought strings.

The Book of Mora was first recorded on August 13th. With the passage of time, the huge amount of information generated by the grand movement has filled a quarter of the book's pages. The month is completely filled.

At that time, the Book of Mora will usher in an upgrade - Hermaeus Mora is very satisfied with this. And cast a happy look at his master Linde.

After all, he is the Demon God of Knowledge, and what He likes most is knowledge.

Linde is not eager to upgrade the Book of Mora. He values ​​the process more and enjoys the experience of weaving fate. partying.

Some interesting things are going to happen at Hogwarts tonight.

Perhaps I should have explained earlier, but this method of storytelling is so tedious that I've never dared to use it. Hope it won't affect the final outcome of this plot.