The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Boom boom boom.

"Help! Open the door!"

Melina opened the door for the panicked three who escaped from the vampire castle. She noticed that a piece of the green paint on the door had been knocked off, and the person calling for help smashed the door very hard.

Andre led the way into the tavern, Cindy quickly closed the door, and Elder bowed to the surroundings.

"Sorry sorry, we came uninvited."

They looked around and saw that the tavern was furnished with a sense of comfort. The tables and chairs were all plump and covered with checked tablecloths. The candles were bright, the fireplace was blazing, the air smelled of bacon and rum, the waitresses and bartenders were admirable beauties, and the guests were eccentric, not members of modern society, but fresh out of fantasy. Back from the set of the play.

The atmosphere in the tavern was lively and lively, and everyone did not show any surprise because someone broke into it.

Andre stared gapingly at the dwarves, halflings, elves, and old Gandalf-like wizards among the guests—not one, but two.

His gaze drew displeasure from the dwarf warrior.

"What are you looking at?" Chubby Bumble glared at Andre. What he speaks is standard English, and this tavern has its own translation function, so people from different worlds can communicate without hindrance.

Andre quickly laughed, turned to his companion and said, "Elder, something is wrong here. I saw Gandalf, we must have broken into another world, right? It's like The Chronicles of Narnia .”

Elder didn't answer, but shouted in surprise: "Professor Dumbledore! Merlin's mercy, why are you here?"

Dumbledore asked uncertainly: "Elder? Elder Walpple?"

"It's my fault!" Elder cordially stepped forward to shake Dumbledore's hand. When he was studying at Hogwarts, Slughorn was the professor of potions. "This is mine. My friend, Bloody, is a vampire, and this is Andre, a witcher."

There was a murmur of laughter all around. A Polish man at the counter said with a smile, "Witcher? The protagonist of my work is a witcher."

Elder turned his head when he heard the sound, and his eyes widened when he saw this man, "Andrei! Why are you here?" His expression was not happy, but frightened.

The missing Polish writer laughed, "It's a long story, Elder, I met this tavern in the courtyard of the castle. At that time, I seemed to have touched the magic, and the sky became scarlet, and everywhere A bat as big as a cloud came after me, and just as I was about to die, I bumped into a door, the lovely little door that leads into this tavern."

Andrei watched the Pole eat bacon and drink wine in peace. He recalled his companion who was impaled in the old castle, and unspeakable anger suddenly surged up, "Hey! You bastard! Because of you, fifteen good boys left their lives in that damned old castle! "

"What are you talking about? Who are you?"

"I was sent by the People's Federation to rescue you."

"But I have only entered the castle for less than half an hour. How could someone come to rescue me?" The Polish writer was puzzled.

"lie!"

"Who are you, bastard?" Andrzej was very angry, and began to utter the kind greetings from his hometown.

Andre also returned a sweet greeting. The atmosphere on both sides was enthusiastic, and they were about to kiss each other's cheeks with their fists.

"Do you remember what day it is today?" Elder asked suddenly.

"It's the 16th." Andrzej replied in the midst of his busy schedule.

"No, today is already Christmas."

In the hustle and bustle of the tavern, the three of Andre were silent, and the missing Polish man was a little flustered, "You mean, nine days have passed outside?"

"It's you who have been missing for nine days." Andre was also confused, "Don't you remember anything?"

Elder gently took Andre's arm and shook his head slightly at him.

"What's wrong?" Andre gestured with his mouth.

"He's dead. It's true. I've seen his corpse." The British wizard whispered in his ear, "This Andrzej is a ghost."

"What?!" Andre looked around with hairs all over his body, "Isn't this a haunted tavern?"

"Professor Dumbledore is alive and well. Don't worry." Elder reassured the Muggle, "This place is a bit strange, but there is no danger."

Bloody went to the window to look out, and came back in a short time to tell them, "My cousins ​​are gone. They can't find this tavern."

Andre's conscience was disturbed, "Have they gone back to the castle now? Are all my companions going to suffer?"

"That's right." Xue Ni was very calm, "They will be sucked dry. The vampires living in Carpathia have always had a tradition of herding. They usually don't eat outsiders, but cultivate voluntary servants, generation after generation. Inheritance. But for intruders, never show mercy."

The Polish writer leaned forward, "Tell me about the story of your group again. I plan to create a group of vampires in the novel, but I haven't had any good inspiration."

"You got into trouble just because you wanted to find some creative inspiration." Elder was very helpless, "As a colleague, I understand your thoughts, but you, an ordinary person, know that vampires have bad intentions, why do you choose Are you still in danger?"

"I thought the vampires are already civilized, at least the blood nun is very reasonable."

"You asked around in the village, and you made the vampires hiding in the village feel threatened, so they lured you up the mountain. Andrzej, from now on... well, forget it."

Andre was still aggrieved, "Just to write your bad book, you killed someone."

"What is a broken book? Everything I wrote is true. The world in the book is real."

"Just kidding, the Hobbit is real if you say so. How come I never saw Bilbo Baggins?"

A drowsy halfling among the guests at the tavern answered, "Who called me? Master Bilbo is here."

Andre was taken aback, "You are Bilbo, what about Gandalf?"

An old man chuckled, "Gandalf is here."

"Thorin Oakenshield?"

A dwarf king was graceful, "Civilian, why do you call the king of the mountain?"

Andre was anxious, "How do you prove yourself?"

Everyone ignored him and turned their heads to talk about their own things.

The Polish smiled, "It's not a coincidence that you came here. Tol King Kong left not long ago. He said that he is Iluvita. I want to create a world, and then go there to be the god of creation. Hehe."

"Novels are fiction!"

"Life is false, young man." The Polish writer told Andre the story of a witcher named Geralt. "This is my novel. If I am lucky enough to go to that world , I also want to be a witcher."

Andre's cheeks turned red, "Wizards are real, vampires are real, novels are real, God, let me, a fake witcher, become real, too? I want to avenge my friends!"

"No problem." A young man came to the counter to join the conversation. He was dressed in a normal way and didn't have any impressive temperament, but his tone of voice was positive and affirmative, "The restaurant will provide customers with three A glass of wine, there are three of you, so each has a glass."

He said to the counter, "Marika, please, a glass of lime vodka."

Andre took the glass blankly.

"Drink it, drink it up. Take this writer's last wish, go kill vampires, and create a legend."

After Andre drank the glass of wine, the wine was slightly sour and spicy, as clear as a dream.

When he opened his eyes again, the armor of a witcher appeared on his body, with two long swords behind his back, his eyes were like amber, and the pendant on his chest trembled slightly.

"My badge is vibrating. There must be a female sorceress nearby... Ah bah, there must be something abnormal." Andre stroked his hair lightly, combing the messy hair to the top of his head as if he had applied hairspray, with a very capable expression and cold eyes , "I want to go back to the castle to kill those vampires, who will be with me?"