The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

When Dumbledore walked out of Nurmengard, he was still alone. A raging magical flame ignited in the desolate black fortress. It was not burning anger, but a blazing flame that brought light.

The fire came from behind, illuminating the dim world, but Dumbledore only saw his own long shadow on the snow in front of him.

In the pine forest of Austria, the snowy owl flew up and circled in the quiet moon sky. Dumbledore looked up and saw a dark figure standing on the branch of the pine tree, as stable as a stone statue on the spire.

"De Lin." The old educator was very helpless, "Don't stand so high, and be careful not to fall."

Linde landed lightly in front of Dumbledore, covered in firelight, with a youthful smile on his face. The owl perched on his shoulder, nodding to the old educator.

"Professor, it seems that you have had an unpleasant reunion." He joked.

"How long have you been here?" Dumbledore smiled warmly.

"Just passing by," Linde said. "By the way, Merry Christmas, Professor."

Christmas is an important festival in the West, similar to the Chinese New Year, and Linde's greetings are almost like saying a happy new year.

Dumbledore was taken aback, "Christmas?" He took out a brass pocket watch from his pocket, and the hands had already passed twelve o'clock, "Ah, it is indeed Christmas. Merry you too, De Lin. You are preparing travel?"

He saw that Linde had changed out of his wizard robe and replaced it with a windbreaker, leather boots and a hood. He looked very capable, like a young mountain man returning from hunting deer.

"It's already started to travel. Want to see my campsite? It's not far away."

"my pleasure."

They walked along the snow-fallen path in the pine forest, and gradually moved away from Nurmengard. Linde asked about Dumbledore's conversation in the tower. He actually knew all about it, but felt that Dumbledore needed to talk.

"Gellert, he's always been like that." Dumbledore was wearing slippers. It was a cold night in eastern Austria in December, and his old and fat feet were red and sore, covered with snow and Muddy, but I don't care at all, "From the first day I knew him, I can see that he is a pure person, and he will give up everything for his ideals and beliefs."

"You two are old friends."

"Almost a hundred years. In the summer of 1899, not long after my mother died, I had to go back to the village and take care of a disabled sister and a wayward brother at home. Gellert was also in Godric's Hollow. That's how it was Coincidentally, we met each other through his aunt's introduction... Well, it still seems like yesterday. When I was young, I believed that every encounter in life was a coincidence, but now I know that fate will attract people to each other."

Dumbledore's eyes were brighter than the reflection of the snow on the ground, and his face was full of nostalgic smiles. He was over a hundred years old, and Grindelwald was his best friend and even lover since he was seventeen.

Although their close relationship lasted only two months, they broke off contact because of the death of their sister Ariana, but this deep emotion has lasted for a century and has not been broken.

"Professor, you are very happy to see Grindelwald come back." Linde observed the situation, "Rather than letting him rot in prison until he dies of old age, it is better to burn again at the end of his life. Add fire to this crazy world .”

Dumbledore blinked, pretending not to understand.

"You stayed there for half an hour, did you inquire about any inside information?"

"Yes, Grindelwald thinks this is a good time. He intends to openly duel with Lockhart and defeat the Muggle forces behind him."

Linde couldn't help applauding, "Our new Minister of Magic is so lucky! I think with his character, if he hears that Grindelwald is back, he will definitely happily invite him to a duel. Compared with holding in the school The duel meeting, the innocuous competition with the battered Professor Snape, and the ability to fight the first Dark Lord in an upright manner will make him famous even more."

Dumbledore's eyes were strange. He felt that Linde had planned for a long time. And it seems to know another history.

"Gellert will kill him." The old educator is very sure, "The years in prison have not changed his disposition, although I can see that he is softer and kinder than when he was young, but he will never stop The enemies of the road show mercy."

"You think Lockhart is sure to lose? In fact, he can be a winner."

"How is that possible? Gellert won't be bought."

"I mean defeat with dignity. With magic."

Dumbledore was silent for a while, and finally couldn't help laughing.

"Whenever a Niffler can beat a Charmander, then Lockhart can beat Gellert."

"Professor, magic is the power of belief. If the Muggles of the world believe that Lockhart is stronger than Gellert, then he can defeat the Dark Lord."

Dumbledore raised his brows. Of course he knew that the power of belief is amazing. Fear can make Voldemort invincible, and the power of love can protect Harry from harm. The root of magic is related to belief, which is its background.

"But it's not free," the old mage said bluntly. "The power of faith is unpredictable, just like the clouds on the water. When they are clear, they are within reach, but they break into ripples when they are touched."

"It seems untouchable, just because there is no way to master it. Professor, do you still remember the three-layer structure of the soul I proposed?"

"Of course. Simple but effective model. Refreshing."

"The body of thought is made up of beliefs, and the strings of thinking attached to the name make it up. A powerful body of thought can make a person a god. If you want to see your body of thought, I can help you extract your soul and dissect it on the spot."

"No need!" Dumbledore quickly refused.

"In fact, there are also methods of indirect observation, such as the Mirror of Erised. It can reflect the scene in the thought body that represents your inner desire. If you see other people in the mirror, it means that they occupy a huge part of the thought body. portion."

There was sadness in Dumbledore's eyes, he didn't want to continue the topic of the Mirror of Erised, "You have a way to use the mind body, don't you?"

"Yes. I know one method, and I'm trying the second one. The first method is actually very simple, that is, the soul leaves the body, loses the armor of the flesh and blood body, and the thought body will emerge. According to some folklore, the famous This is why most mortals become gods after death. In my hometown, this happens from time to time."

"Sounds good, what about the second one?"

"The second method is to pin your beliefs on objects. Inanimate objects can also have thought bodies, and because this is their only soul, they can use it naturally... Oh, here we are, my campsite .”

Dumbledore was thinking about what Linde said, when he suddenly heard the reputation, in the silent pine forest, stood a brightly lit two-storey tavern, which seemed to have crossed over from London in the Victorian era, with red brick walls , with pointed roofs and steaming chimneys, and warm lights behind the frosted and foggy glass.

The sign on the front door reads "Three Cups Travel Wine House". A strange name, thought Dumbledore.

Why is there such a tavern in a deserted place? The old mage had a vague guess in his heart.

Linde stepped forward and knocked on the door.

A girl in an old-fashioned maid outfit opened the new green-painted wooden door from inside.

Clearly visible in the light, this is a beautiful young girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old. Her left eye cannot be closed tightly, and her short hair is reddish chestnut. Although she is youthful and beautiful, it is a pity that her face is always expressionless and indifferent.

"Welcome." She greeted the old and the young outside the door, and couldn't help smiling when she saw Linde, but said nothing.

"Thank you. Professor, this is Melina, my friend."

"Hello, Miss Melina, forgive the old man for visiting late at night." Dumbledore took off his hat and bowed, a polite old gentleman.

"It's busy right now." Linde hurried two steps in, and shouted to Malika behind the counter, "Two glasses of cluck, please!"

When Dumbledore walked into the tavern, it was actually very lively and full of voices. The guests in the hall exchanged cups with high spirits. Lady Moon Shadow, Aran, Dragonborn, Lydia, Thorin, Bilbo, Gandalf...these are all familiar faces, and there are some strangers, including Selian, Tops, Lani, Millicent...

"Dumbledore!" Bilbo saw him scream. "I thought I'd never see you again!" They embraced warmly. Everyone greeted him one after another.

Linde returned to Dumbledore and handed over the wine glass, "I've been preparing for the tavern for the Christmas special for several days, and I've invited many friends. How about it, isn't it good?"

"I have a hunch this is going to be the most memorable Christmas ever."

Linde and Dumbledore clinked glasses and drank the giggling spirits, and they all broke out into uncontrollable laughter. The people around immediately pulled them into the wine fight meeting, this night is still long.

The Christmas special tavern should not develop into Wanjieliu. Next, I may write a few chapters of relaxed daily life, and the plot will be presented in the form of folklore. It's probably a tavern that travels around, and then the Muggles and wizards who break into it experience bizarre stories and so on. Look at everyone's response, if you feel boring, simply skip it.