The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

The nameless man wakes up. He is lying in the school hospital. Like a skeleton.

Today is March 31st. Tomorrow is the duel between good and evil that the world is watching. But it has nothing to do with him.

Dumbledore had come to see him, and no one else knew this skinny fellow, and Voldemort had taken his name, everything from him. Now the Nameless Man is a ghost with no past, no future, and no present to speak of.

There was a weird smell of potions in the Hogwarts hospital hospital. The windows were clear and bright, making him feel like a piece of rotten wood in the sun.

The nameless man raised his palm, so weak, so tired of being so weak, he felt sick to his stomach, or maybe his spleen. The lips are cracked, and the tongue coating scrapes against the teeth, and a thin piece of skin can be easily torn off. Nails crack like dried plaster.

The activity of life has been withdrawn. And, according to Dumbledore, this process is irreversible.

He saw himself in the reflection of the silver water glass beside the bed, with sunken eye sockets and an embarrassing blue color on his cheeks.

Like a dead body.

The Nameless Man knew he was going to die.

It is also death, he could have sacrificed as a hero, but now, there is no chance.

A poor pawn, he has nothing, no family, no friends, no savings, no honor, no trace left in the world. Even the name has been taken away. In a few days, he will be blown away like a pile of ashes.

Why did he sink to this point? Why can a person be as miserable as an insect?

If there are gods in the world, he wants to ask himself what kind of crime he has committed to be punished by fate like this?

Great pain pierced through him like lightning, and his whole body seemed to be burning, and the vortex of sorrow engulfed his heart.

He lay down on the hospital bed in the school hospital without any movement, only the quicksand in the hourglass accompanied him, reminding him of the passing of time and life.

When the pain and regret slowly receded, the unknown person unconsciously began to recall Gilderoy Lockhart's autobiography.

He stared at the pale ceiling of the hospital, imagining himself as a child, lying in the warm arms of his mother, who would breathe in his ear, gently press the top of his head with her pointed jaw, and then took out her wand and pointed at the dark night Like the ceiling of the sky.

A galaxy will fly out of the magic wand, the light is so clear and beautiful, it runs through his childhood and shines forever in his later life.

Someone once loved him so much.

He misses his mother.

Even if she has already forgotten her appearance.

But he wants to see his mother for the last time before he dies, just take a look from a distance, if he can't let his mother see himself like this, she will be sad.

Madam Pomfrey saw the nameless Lockhart stepping out of the hospital bed, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, "You need to rest, young man."

"No," he said, "I'm not going to spend the last days of my life here, I mean, it's fine here, and you're a respectable and reliable physician, but please forgive me, a man whose days are numbered , would rather die on the way home."

Shocked by this reason, Madam Pomfrey slowly stepped out of the way.

The unknown soldier walked out of the hospital hospital, dazzled by the always beautiful natural scenery of Hogwarts, students riding broomsticks shuttling between towers and castles, their crisp and bright laughter was like a flock of birds flitting under the white clouds. The carefree appearance of these children is like an unattainable dream.

Spring is cold. His thin body began to tremble.

Someone approached, and greeted Nobody.

"Lockhart, why don't you rest in the hospital?" The person who spoke was Lind, who came to visit the patient. There are only three people in this world who still recognize Gilderoy Lockhart as an unknown person, Dumbledore, Moon Shadow Ma'am, and Lynd.

"De Lin." The nameless man was shocked when he saw him, and tears of sadness came out of his eyes suddenly. The tears made him feel that life was disappearing, as if he would die after the tears in his body were empty, but he still squandered the tears .

"It hurts so much," he said.

The expression on Linde's face was strange, like indifference, but also pity and touch.

Anyone who sees this humble and miserable ghost-like person can't help but feel the cruelty of fate to him. And his step-by-step reduction to this point is also closely related to the path he chose.

"Okay, okay." Linde conjured up a silver fur coat, as light as silk, but as warm as a stove, "Come on, put this on, you will be better."

Nobody shivered when he put on his coat.

"De Lin, you still remember me. I'm so glad that you are the only one in Hogwarts who never laughed at me or took advantage of me. If there is a chance, I really want to talk to you more and express all my thoughts. Share it with you. But as you can see, I'm dying."

"...What are your plans now?"

"I want to go home." The unknown soldier's extremely pale cheeks slowly showed a little blood, "De Lin, I have a heartfelt request."

"I can take you home." Linde nodded.

"No, not this." The unknown man smiled shyly, "I want to be your friend, can I?"

Linde put his hands in his pockets, let out a sigh of relief, and said, "I'm afraid not."

The light in Lockhart's eyes went out, and he nodded, "I'm taking the liberty, I'm sorry."

"Let's go."

They took the flying magic carpet to the old house of the Lockhart family.

Below the sky, the white magic carpet is also like a cloud of smoke. Lockhart lay on the edge of the blanket overlooking the nature, villages and towns on the land. He said that the world is so small, and so are human beings. He didn't speak again along the way.

The Lockhart family had announced their severance with him as early as last year, and then moved again. Now the Lockhart family's old house has become a tourist attraction.

There were strangers here, as well as vendors, peddling souvenirs, fake wands, candy candies, and imitation furniture, like pieces of Lockhart's past life.

"Why did the people here move out?" Lockhart asked an old lady in the neighbourhood.

"They couldn't stand their youngest son, Gilderoy Lockhart, who, you know, had a reputation for dishonoring the family and disrupting their lives, so they moved. No one knows where they went. The old lady looked at Lockhart, "You are too thin, dear, you should eat more."

Lockhart looked bitter, "What do I have left?"

Lind bought some souvenirs and handed Lockhart a ball of marshmallows, and they ate the marshmallows while squatting on the side of the road watching the traffic coming and going. It was getting dark, Lockhart was tired, and they rested at the local hotel. At night, Lockhart cried for a long time after he fell asleep in bed.

The first of April has arrived.

The sky was bright, Linde and Lockhart were having breakfast in the hotel lobby, and the Hogwarts duel scene was shown on the TV. At this moment, the duel parties had not yet arrived, but the onlookers at the scene were already everywhere, definitely tens of thousands , the tents on the hillside are like clusters of mushrooms. Hogwarts students all rode broomsticks to help maintain order.

"De Lin, there are a lot of people in Hogwarts today. Are they all wizards?"

"These onlookers come from all over the world. Most of them are Muggles. But the remaining wizards are quite considerable. About 70% to 80% of the wizards in Europe are there." Linde took a sip of instant coffee and chewed two bites of fried bacon. Egg.

"That's a lot." Lockhart wrapped his coat tightly and ate the bread softened with milk, slowly so as not to vomit.

After breakfast, Grindelwald appeared on the TV screen. The Dark Lord was still very thin, but his condition was much better, with flesh on his cheeks and a healthy complexion. He was surrounded by wizards from the German Ministry of Magic like a flock of black crows.

On the other side, Gildero walked out from the main entrance of the castle. As soon as he appeared, there was a tsunami on the scene.

Lockhart looked at another beautiful self on TV, and said with a sour expression: "I should have been there."

"You regret not being a hero? Not showing off?"

"No, just, I just..." Lockhart shook his head sadly, "I don't want to die worthless. Not even a trace left in the world."

Linde stared at the TV screen, and a few Muggles were complaining, they just wished that all wizards in the world were dead.

"Damn it, freaks. A country of freaks. It would be great if there were bombers dropping bombs on their heads at this time! Kill all these freaks, and the world will be clean and peaceful."

They cursed like that.

Lockhart was trembling all over, and immediately retorted, "Wizards are not freaks!"

"Skinny, do you deserve a beating?"

"I'm telling the truth, you have no humanity at all."

"You speak for those freaks. Could it be that you are a freak too?" Muggles gathered around.

Linde didn't care, and continued to stare at the screen. Lockhart faced a group of strong Muggles alone. He was not timid, "You are wrong."

"Looks like you want to learn a lesson."

The emotions became more and more intense, and the atmosphere became more and more tense. Lockhart's frail body began to tremble. He was pushed and shoved by Muggles, and he was about to fall off the chair.

Then one of the Muggles yelled, "Look! What's that?!"

"where?"

"On TV, watch TV! Are those planes?"

"Oh Jesus god, it's bombers! They're gonna blow up the hell!"

In the TV screen, a row of steel swallows streaked across the blurry sky, and they cast down the flames of hell. After a short suffocating silence, the explosion and burning gasoline fell into the crowd watching the duel, instantly making this grand gathering a reality. As a purgatory on earth.

The plot is about to speed up.