The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

In the Hogwarts common room, Linde opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. The surroundings are still lively, and the time when the students are together is always more joyful and less sad. The old bat licks old scars alone in the dark office, but he has no half confidant.

Linde looked around, not interested in participating in the entertainment topics of the students, so he planned to go to the White Tower to inspect the principal's work progress.

On the way down from the Gryffindor Tower, Linde met Harry sitting at the top of the stairs. The boy was helping Alfred untie the bell and ribbons on his body. The two greeted each other, and Linde told the boy to remember to send the dog back to the principal's office.

When we came to the main hall, Ms. Helena and the bloody Baron were arguing endlessly, attracting many ghost friends to observe secretly. These ghosts are very good at eavesdropping, some of them are hiding in the armor, and some are hiding their bodies in the hall. In the wall, only one ear is exposed.

Seeing pearly-white transparent ears growing from the walls, and a half-transparent head emerging from the corner, this spooky environment can really scare the faint of heart.

Since Ms. Helena became younger, she no longer had the cold and arrogant appearance of the past, and had a lot of interactions. In addition to reprimanding the blood man Barrow, she even answered some little wizard's questions.

As the daughter of Ravenclaw, Helena's level of knowledge is indeed undeniable. Even after a thousand years, she can still teach students in the lower grades.

Linde shook his head secretly, without getting involved in this daily dispute, and quietly walked out of the gate.

In the snow outside the castle, there are still a few couples walking hand in hand in the dark, holding glowing wands or brilliant magic lanterns in their hands. The graduates exchanged their future whereabouts, and many men and women who were destined to be separated told each other their hearts, and regarded the ordinary details of campus life as treasures.

Linde stepped into the gray snowy night alone, with a fluorescent light in his hand, walked quickly around the flower bed, and walked along the quiet path to the North Cliff.

A big black dog came out of the flower bed, shook the snow on its body lightly, glanced at the transfer student who was going away, and then ran into the gate of the castle without a sound.

Black Dog walked through the main hall to Gryffindor Tower, and as he climbed up to the second floor, a gloomy little wizard stopped him at the foot of the stairs.

"If I were you, I wouldn't just break in like this."

The black dog trembled when he saw Harry.

The little wizard drove Ah Fu away, and then came forward and hugged the black dog gently, "Hi, Sirius."

On the second floor of the White Tower, the short Professor Flitwick shrank in a chair tremblingly. He held a bone china teacup in his hand and drank hot cocoa. The sweet drink can quickly replenish the lost physical strength, and this is not enough , Dumbledore stuffed a blue energy potion into Flitwick's hand.

After drinking the potion produced by this library tower, the sequelae of overcasting spells subsided. Flitwick cheered up and said in a hoarse voice: "Okay, I'm fine, let's continue."

"Filius, don't force it, you should sleep first." Dumbledore said with concern.

"Yeah, we should all take a break." Professor McGonagall's lips trembled and her eyes were blank. She now regrets her original curiosity. Some secrets will kill people, and some secrets will make people fall to 996 In the blessing.

Professor Geller stood by the training pool with his hands behind his back. He was probably the best among the group of wizards. He was currently observing the embryonic mastermind of the god through a large magic spying device.

In the magnifying glass of the spying instrument, the internal structure of the god's brain is like a colorful nebula, with hundreds of billions of ganglia emitting faint light.

"It's so beautiful." Professor Geller sighed softly. "No matter how many times I watch it, it makes me feel the delicate relationship between life and the universe."

The professors also nodded when they heard this. Facing such a great creation, no matter how hard it is, it is worth it.

"I am really happy when I think of the amazing educational resources that students will have in the future." Dumbledore stroked the long beard on his chest with a contented expression.

After a day and a night of hard work, the original block of nerve clusters has been divided into several large functional areas, just like the latitude and longitude lines of a map are drawn on a piece of white paper, and the next step is to reconstruct the neural connections step by step.

Everyone is optimistic that the processing of the hardware will be completed before Christmas, and the following soul programming will be a more difficult mountain to climb. Because the research on the soul is too obscure and rare, and the relevant classics can only be found in the library tower, they have to learn from scratch.

Linde came to the second floor along the spiral staircase, and he raised his hand to say hello: "Professors, good evening."

He was answered by a feeble grunt, and the group of old guys raised their eyelids and nodded at the transfer student.

Professor Flitwick jumped off his chair, trotted over and said to Linde: "De Lin, Merlin's beard, you came at the right time. I have something to ask you."

"Stop, let me guess, you want me to take over the class, right?"

"That's right!" The short professor jumped up, circling excitedly, and his cheeks flushed immediately, "I know the rules for helping you, so tell me, how many points should I give to Gryffindor?"

"The grades in our college are already high enough. In order to help Professor McGonagall, I have to hire a teaching assistant to take over the potions class." Lind looked embarrassed, "Besides, I came to Hogwarts Ci is here to study, not to be a professor."

This made Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall look embarrassed.

Professor Flitwick looked depressed, but he quickly comforted Linde and said, "It's okay, then I can do it myself. I won't trouble you."

Professor McGonagall whispered with emotion: "It would be great if the Time Converter was still there."

The Time Converter has always been a secret thing of the professors. It has powerful functions and is also very dangerous. Not many people know about it. Now it has been completely destroyed by the Ministry of Magic, and there will probably never be another one in the future.

Linde believes that destroying the time converter is beneficial and harmless. If this thing is kept, it may cause a lot of trouble in the future.

"It seems that we have to hire teaching assistants." Dumbledore said helplessly, "Hogwarts needs more professors in the future. De Lin, do you have any recommendations?"

In terms of candidates, of course Linde is there, isn't James Potter very suitable? This brave wizard possesses amazing talents and skills. During school, he and several partners could research the Marauder's Map, a magic tool, and he could summon a physical patron saint. The knowledge and ability of alchemy.

However, compared to being a teaching assistant, James Potter is actually more suitable to come to the White Tower to help and replace Professor Flitwick.

"In my opinion, rather than looking for a teaching assistant, it would be better to find an assistant to replace Professor Flitwick, so that he can return to teaching. I will find this assistant for everyone."

Linde's suggestion was approved by everyone, except Flitwick himself who was slightly disappointed because he wanted to participate in this work.

In the evening of the second day, the transfer student brought a young wizard in his twenties into the White Tower.

"Remember our agreement, Mr. Potter, don't reveal your true identity."

James Potter took a deep breath, showed a cheerful smile, and agreed.