The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

On the first day of Christmas, the guests in the tavern began to exchange gifts. But not everyone knows that there is such a custom on earth. Outsiders who have lived here for a while are already ready.

Linde knew that he was going to go out, so on the 20th, he sent all the gifts to the owl tower of the school. As soon as Christmas came, they could send them all over the UK. Last year, they sent all kinds of candies, and this year is similar. Sugar is his blessing. Only a few people have prepared different gifts.

This year he finally won't receive as many packages as last year. The whole world is devastated, and most of his Transfiguration fans don't care about this student at school. However, the Hogwarts classmates and professors still did not forget to give him presents, and they all kept them in the dormitory waiting for his owl to collect them.

Kaia protested that she did not want to fly from Austria to the UK, which would be considered cruelty to animals.

Linde didn't intend to let his beloved owl run so far, and he softly comforted the lost Kaiya, "Don't feel sad for your negligence, you are just a bird. But, when I research the source of magic power, I will let you Become a magical creature. The kind that can teleport, okay?"

Kaiya cooed twice and rubbed her head against Linde. He gently pressed the owl's head with his nose, and the soft feathers tickled his nose.

Melina on the side quietly came over and tugged on his sleeve lightly.

"Huh?" Linde turned his head and saw Melina's sneaky look, "Merry Christmas." He took out a copy of "Five Years of Magic, Three Years of Master", which is a set of introduction to magic compiled by Linde According to the above books, as long as you work hard, anyone can become a spellcaster. If you have the talent of wizard blood, it will be easier to get started.

"...Thank you." Melina was expressionless when she received the gift, and stuffed a gift box into his hand.

What she gave to Linde was a Martian butterfly in a glass jar. This unremarkable butterfly can be found all over the junction and is often used as kindling. Perhaps it was a symbol of her former tinder girl status. There is also a small card written by her at the bottom of the glass jar: "Wish to be the spark in the jar, and accompany you on your life journey——M"

"My life is long." Linde shrugged at her, "But I think you can find a way to live forever in magic. After all, you are very smart."

Melina pursed her lips and walked away silently.

What Linde gave Malika was a "Multiverse Baking Manual". This book will be updated in real time, showing the baking-related content contained in the library tower. and borderline food. However, most of them are dark dishes, such as the traditional British food looking up at the star pie, and some are strange foods with magical effects, such as mischievous pastries that make the head grow bigger after eating, and red dew drops that can provide healing Bread and the like can actually be developed into a special pastry chef profession.

Malika was very calm about receiving this gift, and Linde probably knew that this gift was not what she wanted. Although she runs a bakery, her ideal is to be a medical worker.

What she gave Linde was a string of colorful braided rope bracelets. The style was very ordinary, but it fit Linde's wrist very well. It should have been carefully observed in daily life.

Millicent's gift was different. She gave a curved sword, which is said to be a weapon used by Flowing Swordsman. However, Lin De knew nothing about martial arts, and such a sword fell into his hands, but it was just a pearl dusted in dust.

Linde gave Millicent a "Swordsmanship Guide". Like the "Multiverse Baking Manual", it was also updated in real time. The sword-singer's way of the Red Guards—this is the legendary martial arts known as nuclear bomb swordsmanship.

Millicent was very happy. She held the book and couldn't put it down. "If I can learn this kind of swordsmanship, I will be able to defend you. Linde, please give me some time."

Brelina was busy with everything, so she took time out to stay in the tavern for half a day. What she gave to Linde was a painting she had drawn by herself, depicting the scene of Old Winterhold rising from the waves of the Sea of ​​Undead.

What Linde gave back was a magical oil painting of the wizarding world. The characters in this kind of portrait can talk and imitate the behavior of strangers. The more they communicate with it, the more lifelike it will be. An excellent example on .

In the painting, Briarina is wearing a mage's robe, standing in the countryside outside Xuerun City, looking around with her hips crossed, looking smug.

"I haven't been to Snowrun yet." Briarina said with a smile, "Why don't you draw me in Winterhold?"

"It's too cold, I'm afraid you will freeze in the portrait." Linde shrugged, and Brelina in the portrait also nodded her head, saying, "It's still warmer in the south."

Dumbledore gave Lind a pair of woolen socks, which were actually knitted on the spot. The old headmaster's craftsmanship was comparable to that of a middle-aged aunt. While chatting with Bilbo and the others, he knit woolen socks with his hands, from head to toe Wei didn't look down, his skillful skills were really admirable, maybe he was alone in the principal's office, just knitting wool to kill time.

Linde gave him candy, of course, and the old bee liked it.

"By the way, professor, you seem to have knit an extra pair of socks, who are you going to give it to?" Linde leaned over and narrowed his eyes when he saw the word [GG] tattooed on a pair of blue socks.

The old educator put away the socks calmly, "I knit them every year, just for practice."

"Isn't it for this Mr. [GG]? Could it have never been given?"

Dumbledore smiled softly, "Is it necessary to give it? The meaning of a gift is never to send it to someone. It's to remind yourself not to forget someone."

Linde thought about it.

In the afternoon, the gift-giving session ended one after another. Some guests didn’t know about Christmas, so they didn’t prepare gifts, so they had to toast continuously. No one cared about it. As Dumbledore said, gifts are not important, but blessings are important. Mind.

After the sun sets, the Book of Mora turns the pages automatically. It looks for a new and dangerous melody. Linde will interpret the melody, and then teleport the tavern to the owner of the melody.

This time, the tavern came to Romania.

...

Andre Spark, twenty-seven years old this year, was hired by the Ministry of People's Federation and the Italian police to go to the Vampire Castle in Romania to rescue the missing Polish writer.

His profession has an ancient heritage. Before August, if he spoke about his work in public, people around him would either burst into laughter or think he was going crazy. Because he is a witch hunter, or witcher.

The earliest prototype of this profession was the executioner in the Spanish Catholic Inquisition. In this world with wizards, vampires, werewolves, and various magical creatures, the general public needs professionals to fight threats from myths and legends.

It's just that this work is very troublesome, because people or things related to magic are not easy to solve.

What Muggles don't understand is that burning can't kill real witches, only ordinary people who have been vilified as witches. In the Middle Ages, there was a psychotic witch named Wendelin who liked to disguise herself in different ways, and was caught and tied to a stake and burned. She has experienced as many as forty-seven times of burning at the stake, and the flames have been made cold through the condensing spell, so she was unharmed, and she especially enjoyed the terrified expressions of the onlookers.

Wendelin was able to be caught so many times, which was related to the infamous "Witch's Hammer" at that time. The various methods of distinguishing witches recorded in this book can be said to be extremely absurd, and they are completely representative works of wanting to commit crimes without excuse.

Executioners are not judges, they are only responsible for finding out the weaknesses of these heretics and actually killing them.

For example, the well-known defect that vampires are afraid of garlic was discovered by the executioners at that time.

Since the implementation of the "Secrecy Act" in the 17th century, the magic world has completely faded out of the sight of ordinary people, and the executioners have also lost their jobs. They wandered outside and became a small group of secret inheritance in the land of Europe, calling themselves demon hunters.

The work of a demon hunter has never been very decent, and these people are not the kind of macho men who slay demons and slay demons in popular fantasies. In fact, their failure rate is very high, and they often take their own lives.

Due to practical reasons, demon hunters are in short supply and need to rely on other jobs to maintain their livelihoods. Gradually, this craft is completely lost. Andre's job is a worker in a slaughterhouse. In fact, he has never received training as a witcher. He even got his seal and equipment as a witcher from a junk market in Spain.

He is not a complete liar, but a lover of fantasy stories, so he fabricated the identity of a demon hunter for himself, and also taught himself a hand of swordsmanship. Based on the content of ancient books, he made a decent tool for eliminating demons. I thought this hobby would not bring much return, but unexpectedly, in October this year, he received an invitation from the Ministry of People's Federation, and these big shots provided a decent consulting job.

Andrei agreed to take office without thinking about it.

What's it like when you lied on your resume and still got the job?

Andre, the fake master, will tell you that it's actually quite cool, but the work content is a bit annoying. He thought he could make money just by sitting in the office and coming up with ideas, but he didn't expect that he would really charge forward when he encountered trouble.

As Christmas approached, he led a special operations team, took a helicopter into Romania, and then walked to the deserted ancient castle deep in the Carpathian Mountains.