The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

On a winter morning at Hogwarts, a layer of hoarfrost formed outside the window, and icicles hung on the stone walls. Some young wizards pulled out the ice and used it as a magic wand in their hands, chanting incantations, and the students who were pointed by the ice wand pretended to be immobile. The auditorium was full of laughter in the early morning.

Lin De went out for a morning run alone before dawn. In winter, the days are short and the dark snow is quite scary. On the way back to the castle after running, I happened to meet the professors. This group of wizards was pale and tired, and each of them looked like ghosts.

"Good morning, Professor."

The transfer students greeted them standing in front of the main castle gate.

He kicked his boots and shook off the ice on the soles of his shoes. One professor after another did not forget to nod his head as they passed by him. Dumbledore also praised the new helpers for their good standards, and said that Linde had a good eye for people. . James Potter fell last, his steps staggering, his joints clicking, like a zombie crawling out of a grave.

James grabbed Linde's arm, and his face was in a daze for a while before he focused his eyes on the transfer student. He said softly, "Merlin's leg hair, the job you found for me is really worrying. You Do you know how many times I cast the spell last night? Over a thousand! I'm sick of saying [split] now. And that's less than one percent of the work!"

"Overtime in the wizarding world is really scary." Linde also felt sorry for James from the bottom of his heart, "But think about the best of everything, and you will be able to see Harry soon."

"Hmm!" James' eyes lit up. "He should be in the auditorium right now. I miss the Hogwarts dishes. I don't know what to have for breakfast today."

There were already students enjoying delicious breakfast at the long table in the auditorium. The originally cheerful atmosphere fell into silence for a short time because of the arrival of a group of lifeless professors. Everyone looked at these exhausted teachers with pity and curiosity.

"Does anyone know what the principals do every day?" "It's terrible, I bet they are secretly raising vampires, and they have to bleed every day." "I thought it was violent, and saw a group of Professor Binns ( The ghost who teaches the History of Magic)."

The students whispered. After the professors sat down to eat at the long table at the end of the auditorium, the atmosphere gradually became active.

James followed Lind in the Gryffindor seat, and he devoured a bowl of sweet pumpkin porridge without burning his mouth, and ate a plate of egg and ham sandwich before he had time to look around. . His sea-blue eyes scanned every student at the table treacherously.

At this time, he suddenly realized a terrible question, and hurriedly tugged on Linde's sleeve beside him, and asked eagerly, "Lin, you haven't told me which college Harry is in yet."

"Where can the two Gryffindor children go? Slytherin?" James was so comforted by the transfer student's words that his eyebrows almost flew up in comfort.

"That's right, that's right. But I've always been worried, in case this kid doesn't inherit our bravery and goes to another college. He's very poorly educated... Oh, look, is that him?"

Linde looked in the direction of James' finger, and replied casually, "No, that's a fourth-grade student."

Students came to have breakfast one after another, bringing cheerful atmosphere into the auditorium.

"Okay, I'm a little impatient... Hey, I found it!" James stared blankly at the door, a black-haired boy ran in grabbing an ice cube, playing with his companions, looking very happy.

"I can't believe it. He's here, so close to me, and he's grown so much," James murmured.

"You're wrong again." Linde held the coffee with a helpless expression, "The one who walks in now is Harry."

Harry Potter with glasses is a quiet and serious boy who always walks in a hurry and observes his surroundings with green eyes. Long-term self-discipline learning brought him a stable soul, and the study of black magic made him more sensitive than ordinary people.

James opened his mouth, feeling that his son seemed different from what he imagined.

"Can I talk to him?"

"As long as you don't break the agreement."

James stood up and approached Harry, but before he could reach his son, the boy hurriedly packed a pile of food and left the Great Hall.

"Where is he going?"

Harry hurried out, but instead of going back to the dormitory, he made his way to the Room of Requirement, where he had placed Sirius.

Frail and weary, Sirius Black had breakfast with his godson Harry, the best meal he had had in his twelve years of captivity.

"Harry, you're a good boy. Do me another favor and bring back your mate's mouse."

The boy said calmly: "The most important thing for you now is to keep your spirits up."

Sirius tugged at his hair irritably, gnashing his teeth with hatred for the mouse. "You know its true identity, Peter Pettigrew, this traitor...I let him be the secret keeper because I was blind...I must kill him! Avenge your parents!"

"That mouse has had a hard time recently. My companion Hermione bought a half-breed cat, Lizi, who can tell that Peter Pettigrew is a wizard with malicious intentions, and will bite him whenever he sees him." Harry Showing a gentle smile, "Let him enjoy it again."

Sirius looked at his godson uneasily, feeling that the child was inexplicably scary.

In the auditorium, James, who was unable to talk to Harry, was dejected. He returned to Linde, turned around, looked at the long table where the teachers and staff were sitting, and muttered something.

"Dumbledore, McGonagall, Flitwick, Sprout, Trelawney, Snotluck... Hey, who is that female professor sitting next to Snotlite?"

Linde pretended to be ignorant of Lily's background, and prevaricated: "Oh, that is Ms. Ivana Collins, the teaching assistant of the Potions class. Her level is very good. She is in charge of the courses for students from grades one to five."

"She looks so young." James nodded, without looking into it.

"You must be exhausted after staying up all night. Go and rest."

James' expression was bitterer than the coffee in Linde's hand, "I really don't want to go back to that terrible tower. It seems to be devouring my inspiration and nature."

"You mean, you don't want to work?" Linde showed a fierce capitalist expression, "Okay, so you want to break the contract?"

James hurriedly defended with a playful smile: "That's not the case, I just haven't adapted yet, just give me a few more days. Who would give me such a difficult task?"

The transfer student was amused and comforted him by saying: "Although this is hard work, the rewards are considerable. If you know what the professors are doing, you will understand their enthusiasm. If you feel that you can't bear it, you can ask He'd be more than happy to help Flitwick teach Charms instead."

"Lin, don't worry. I'm not a coward who breaks promises. What I promise, I will do even if I die." James didn't speak loudly when he said this, but just stated a fact calmly.

"You don't need to talk big here." Linde rolled his eyes, "I just let you be a part-time worker for a period of time. It's as tragic as if you were going to fight Voldemort. Is it to impress Britain?"

James smiled mischievously, filled his stomach sloppily, and then hiccupped and went to the White Tower to sleep and rest.

On the faculty seat, Snape swallowed a bowl of oatmeal, and suddenly said to Lily beside him, "Come with me to the classroom later. I want to see how you teach the seventh grade students how to make medicine."

"No problem." Lily nodded absently, she stared at James' back, and asked softly, "Snape, do you know who the man who talked to De Lin is? He doesn't look like a student. "

"Just a helper."

Lily nodded thoughtfully.