The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

No matter which school he was in, Linde was a free man.

The mages of Winterhold College have always done their own thing and rarely communicate with each other, but at Hogwarts, Linde is a special case.

The transfer student's class schedule is very free, because he can audit the courses from grades 1 to 5, so his schedule is full, but even if he does not attend classes for a whole day, no professor will criticize him.

After the first week of Hogwarts, Linde lost interest in many subjects, and he only took courses that he found interesting.

The teaching content of herbal medicine is too shallow, it is better to study it in the library tower by myself, so I only went to one section.

The history of magic is meaningless. Linde is more interested in the ghost teacher who teaches this class, and only went to one class.

Defense Against the Dark Arts is a famously bad class at Hogwarts, and Linde even missed the first class.

Astronomy doesn't have much research value, and flying lessons don't bother him. Various other elective courses are optional.

The fifth grade students have to prepare for the O.W.Ls exam this school year. Linde's plan is to study suddenly a week before the exam, and not to attend classes in normal times.

So in the end, Linde only participated in the three courses of spells, potions, and transfiguration. The teachers were Flitwick, Snape, and Professor McGonagall. De fell asleep when he heard it.

In the first charm class of the first grade, Professor Flitwick stood on the pile of books—his goblin blood made him short in stature—and the first spell he taught everyone was "Luminescence".

Even for this simplest spell, Professor Flitwick still took the trouble to explain all the precautions. He took out the example mentioned in every Harry Potter fan-fiction—miscasting the spell and causing the bad luck of the bull wizard.

It wasn't until they had a real understanding of magic that Harry and the others realized how unpredictable the transfer student Linde's strength was. He didn't need to chant spells, he didn't need to wave a wand, spellcasting was like breathing air to him, an unspoken instinct.

Professor Flitwick asked everyone to try it by themselves. Linde recalled that when he first arrived in the world of "The Elder Scrolls", every night in that wilderness hut was inseparable from the fluorescent spell. Perhaps this was the magic he used the most.

Hermione was the first to succeed. This little witch from a Muggle family has the spirit of not admitting defeat and strives to be the first in everything. When a warm white star lit up on the tip of her wand, Professor Flitwick immediately awarded Gryffindor House five points as a compliment.

Harry followed closely behind, looking excitedly at Lind, with anticipation in his emerald green eyes.

"Not bad." The transfer student smiled. That's enough to make Harry laugh, the savior of this period, like a house-elf, treasures any kindness.

The lights were turned on one after another in the classroom. A little wizard named Seamus tried a few times, and suddenly a ball of sparks spewed out from the tip of his staff, startling everyone around him.

Neville also succeeded, although behind most of the students.

The last one to succeed was Ron, staring ruefully at his old wand, which must have dragged him down.

Flitwick noticed that Lind hadn't moved, not even drawn out his wand.

"Mr. De Lin, why don't you try the spell with everyone? Did you encounter difficulties?"

Linde stretched out his index finger, and a ball of light rose up.

"Excellent wandless and silent casting! Ten points for Gryffindor!" Flitwick was pleasantly surprised, "Your level does not need to stay in the first grade, Mr. De Lin, I strongly recommend that you directly attend the upper grade courses. "

Harry praised the venue and gave applause, and other little wizards also started to applaud for no reason.

After the applause stopped, Professor Flitwick briefly explained to the freshmen the difficulties of casting spells without a wand and silently. All in all, even the simplest illuminating spell, only a very small number of wizards can do it if they want to reach Linde's level. The lighting spell is very simple, but these two spell-casting skills are a huge threshold. Different spells need special and hard training to cast spells silently without a stick, and it cannot be completed overnight.

Hermione remembered that Linde had left glowing footprints on the ground, and said that it was a special technique, so she hurriedly raised her head to ask.

Linde answered her: "I am using the spell transformation technique."

"What is Spell Transformation?" Harry was also curious.

"When you are proficient enough with a spell and have a deep understanding of Transfiguration, you can try to modify the effect of the spell to achieve what you want. Like this." The magic light ball on Linde's finger suddenly Dimmed, from the original incandescence, it turned into a shimmering crystal, and then began to expand, from the size of a rice grain to the size of a palm, and then the shape began to change, scattered into a cloud, showing the shapes of various animals.

His spellcasting attracted the attention of the young wizards around him.

Professor Flitwick also stopped to watch his demonstration.

Linde waved the ball of light away, apologizing for disturbing the order of the classroom.

"No need to apologize. It was a wonderful presentation, Mr. De Lin. Your level is far beyond what it should be at this age. Have you ever studied in any school?"

"Probably." Linde didn't make a long speech.

Flitwick was very happy, "If you are free, you can come and discuss magic with me after class. We have a spell club, do you have the honor to invite you as an official member?"

"I'd love to trade magic with you, but joining a club isn't my first choice. I'd rather form a society myself."

"Oh, natural leader, very well. Then do as you like, Mr. de Lin."

After class, many young wizards surrounded Linde and asked about the clubs he had mentioned.

"My society has already been established in Winterhold College." Linde and they strolled on the lawn and walked on the sunny road. "Only truly talented spellcasters are eligible to join."

"What kind of talent?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Oh, Harry, what kind of people do you think are considered talented?" Linde stopped and looked around, looking at the young faces.

"Sensitivity to magic?" His gaze rested on Hermione, and the little witch's cheeks were flushed.

"Is it the courage to face evil?" Linde glanced casually across the crowd, and the little wizards all puffed up their chests.

"Or the strength to stick to the goal, no matter good or evil?" His eyes returned to Harry.

"I don't know, sir."

"Of course you don't know. Because I don't really believe in talent. It's often just a rhetoric to fool the public. So I only use actions to judge members. Pass my test and you can join my club. I will share real knowledge, Those that allow spellcasters to harness the power of destruction, manipulate opponents, bring the world to its knees, and even challenge gods—magical truths.”

The little wizards held their breath. They couldn't believe what Linde said, but they felt a little yearning.

"Can I take the test?" Harry didn't hesitate at all. Hermione followed closely behind, then Neville, Ron, and other young wizards also enthusiastically signed up.

"Anyone can participate. I have left clues in the castle. Wizards who observe carefully will find clues from the ordinary and follow the door step by step."

"The door?"

"That's right. The narrow door to the Vault."