The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

"I want to go back to the castle, who will be with me? Let's kill the evil!" Andre is now possessed by a demon hunter, and he speaks in a well-spoken manner. His eyes are colder than ice, and he can't see the previous one at all The cringe of a slaughterhouse worker.

The Polish writer on the side stared obsessively at Andre's outfit, "It's really similar, except that it's a little different. My witcher only carries a sword."

Linde explained: "A large part of the thoughts in this glass of wine is provided by me. In my impression, the demon hunter uses two swords, the steel sword against humans, and the silver sword against monsters."

"Can I offer my thoughts?"

"Yes, but it's too dangerous for you, it's better not to do it."

Elder was very interested, "What kind of magic is this?"

"The magic of belief." Linde is not stingy with knowledge, "Do you believe it? Longing is the strongest magic."

Andre was looking for help, and the demon hunter instinctively told him that although he was very strong now, he couldn't beat a group of vampires.

Elder refuses because he doesn't want to make an enemy of the vampires.

Blood Ni is also unwilling to fight against his cousin.

At this moment, the Polish man at the counter suddenly said, "I'll go with you."

"Are you serious?" Andre didn't refuse his offer, "It looks like it's just us. Let's go, sweet God bless."

The witcher set off with the writer's ghost, and when he got to the door, he heard someone shout, "Wait."

Turning their heads, Elder was holding a glass of brandy, and Bloody was holding a glass of Bloody Mary.

The wizard smiled and said, "Although I can't help you directly, I will drink this glass of wine for you and wish you a great victory, my friend."

Xue Ni murmured reluctantly: "May you be in good health."

The songs of the dwarven drinkers are endless, and when warriors go forth they sing battle songs.

On a cold and bloody Christmas Eve in Romania, the mountains and snowfall call for heroes.

Andre stepped forward step by step into the wind and snow, his body glowing in the dark.

"Have you really thought it through, young man?" Andrzej followed him lightly.

"No, I'm scared to death, but I want to keep my job."

"Tell me about yourself. Why did you get into this business?"

"You mean the witcher?"

"right."

"I'm not a witcher, I'm a worker in a slaughterhouse. I'm in charge of operating the machine to cut meat."

"Then why did you change careers?"

"The Ministry of People's Federation offered me a job with a weekly salary of 10,000 U.S. dollars, and I agreed without even thinking about it."

"Can I ask you one thing?" the writer asked. "If I don't make it back alive, finish it for me. The Witcher is a great story."

"...I can't write."

"Ordinary people's writing is fiction, but you are just recording your own life. Experience is greater than talent, so write bravely."

"Let's talk about it, they are coming." Andre looked into the distance, "Go and hide."

The swarm of bats circling over the castle was approaching, and the vampires fell from it. They taunted this overwhelmed human being.

Andre stood on the hillside, drew out his silver sword, and faced the group of enemies with the posture of a warrior. The vampires attacked fast and fiercely, and they also used magic. It's just that the enemy still wants to play with this unlucky guy.

Andre slashed the vampire who was close to him with a sword. The bright and holy silver made the vampire's wound emit black smoke. This weapon can hurt them or kill them.

"Watch out for his weapon!" "Kill him!"

Andre was thrown down by a big bat, and then his neck was hit, and his trachea was severed.

"Oh, dead." The vampires sneered.

The ghost of the Polish writer behind the stone wailed.

Just as the group of dark creatures were about to leave, a figure in the snow stood up unsteadily.

"Huh? You're alive again?" The Carpathian vampire felt incredible.

The light on Andre's body became dimmer, and the wound healed quickly, "Come and suck my hemorrhoids, shit!"

Taking advantage of the shock of the vampires, he swooped in with his sword and pierced the heart of the nearest man.

"You, why are you still alive?" The vampire who had been stabbed through the heart asked in disbelief.

Andre spat bloody saliva.

"Because, I really need this job!"

The Polish writer laughed.

As the siege continued, Andre forgot about the pain, he just followed the instinct of a witcher to fight, his steps became more and more flexible, and the sword in his hand became faster and faster. More and more vampires fell, and the demon hunter's body was riddled with holes, and he was always healed by mysterious powers. Every time he healed, the brilliance of his body became dimmer.

Gradually, the brilliance completely disappeared, and Andre's injuries continued to worsen. He knelt down slumped, and his broken long sword leaned on the ground to support his body so as not to fall.

"He's going to die." The vampires paused their offensive to avoid being wounded by the battle of trapped beasts.

The Polish writer couldn't help standing on the stone and shouting: "Stand up, Andrei."

Andre just shook his head.

Andrei ran to his side and kept pushing the exhausted witcher, "Andre, you have to believe that you are not just a witcher. In fact, you are a dragon! That's right, a golden dragon that has turned into a human. .Come on, believe in yourself!"

"Old man, I'm sorry, I can't collect your body." Andre's eyes were loose.

Andrzej froze for a moment, "Collect the body?"

"You're dead. These vampires killed you."

The writer looked at himself in a daze. In the starlight tonight, his body turned into a pearly white luster. Three glasses of wine are necessary."

Andre felt the pain of the passing of life, and asked bitterly: "Andrei, did I do something stupid? Do you think it's better to be a hero for a moment, or an ordinary person for a lifetime?"

"At ten I would tell you to choose heroes. At twenty I would tell you to choose ordinary people. But I am forty years old and I will choose heroes," the writer said. "Andre, live. With My thoughts."

The ghost's outer skin began to burn, and the inner thinking strings turned into flames and fell on Andre.

The demon hunter's surface lit up with holy light again, and his injuries healed quickly.

Seeing this, the remaining thirteen vampires quickly flew up, away from this dangerous guy.

"Muggle, you made Carpathia bleed, we admit that you are very powerful. Get out of here, or you will be hunted down by blood clans all over the world."

They are in the sky, beyond the reach of the sword.

What came out of Andre's throat was not the sad song of human beings, but the roar of the dragon.

"Dirty beasts, your souls will burn in hell!" His head twisted and swelled a little bit, turning into the head of a majestic and ancient dragon, and the death of the vampire was pronounced, and the sound shook the mountains.

The flying bats fled in panic.

In the next second, the dragon flames dyed the sky red. In the Romanian city thousands of miles away, on the streets of Brasov, the crowd celebrating Christmas saw the bright golden and red light in the southern Carpathians, which lasted for several days. It took ten seconds to go off, like a bright golden firework.

"Merry Christmas!" they wished each other.

Andre lay in the melting snow, all the light disappeared, and the witcher's equipment had also disappeared, which meant that the potency of the glass of wine had been exhausted.

He rested for a while. Until Elder and Cindy came over.

"Where's Andrzej?"

Andre shook his head.

"You got rid of them all?"

"A few escaped."

Xue Ni sniffed the scent on Andre's body, "You have been branded with blood. From now on, you will be hunted down by vampires all over the world."

"As long as you don't kill me."

Elder sighed, "What are your plans for the future?"

"Let's collect Andrzej's body first."

He picked up Andrzej's manuscript in the castle, and planned to continue writing "The Witcher" for him.

After returning to the civilized world, Andre ushered in a promotion and salary increase, and the minister of the People's Federation came here to inquire about the detailed experience that day.

Andre told the story of the Three Cups Wine House truthfully.

"You said you saw Gandalf in the tavern?" The department head stared at him with crazy eyes.

"Yes, Lord of the Rings is all true."

"You're crazy."

Andre smiled lightly without explaining. He went to attend the funeral of the soldiers who died in battle, and when he returned to the staff dormitory, he saw blood in his eyes in the mirror. This was the onset of blood marks. Tonight, vampires were coming to hunt him down.

He was silent for a moment, picked up the long sword beside the bed, and waved it lightly, with a skillful and free posture, like a real witcher. Andre's eyes were serious, "O darkness entrenched in the human world, prepare to die on my sword!" Come down."

Missing, but a short moment, will leave traces for the rest of my life.

The name of the author of "The Witcher" has two translations, the old version is Andrei Spakowski, and the new version is Andrzej Sapkowski, so these two are actually the same person, but here into two roles