The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

No classes on homecoming day, it was night when the train arrived, the party was over and everyone was back in the common room, and soon there was curfew, not far from bedtime.

Everyone happily flipped through the ranking list in the "Handbook" and discussed the advantageous projects of the college. The little witch Hermione was very excited, she was the most confident in the ranking of study time, given her a time converter, Hermione could study for seventy-two hours a day.

Gryffindor has never been short of studious children, Percy is an example, Hermione is one, the eldest son and the second son of the Weasley family are the same, not only Ravenclaw students are obsessed with knowledge, nor are they only Greg Lanffindor students like to show off, and every college has all kinds of wizards, but the ethos of each house is very different.

Harry quickly came to Linde's side, at this time the students surrounding Linde had dispersed.

"Mr. de Lin, we've got Wormtail."

The little wizard has a serious face, firm eyes, and a glaring scar on his forehead, giving him the impression of a secret agent reporting an assassination mission to Shangfeng. If Harry had been given a Glock, he would have been a very competent shooter.

Linde laughed dumbfounded. He patted the boy on the shoulder and said in a calm tone: "You should tell Professor Dumbledore about this, he is the leader of Hogwarts...he will provide the help you need. It's okay to talk to me about it No, but if you have a chance, you can tell me the story of this Christmas vacation."

There was a suspicious look in Harry's eyes. He hesitated for a moment, looked around, and then asked in a low voice: "Mr. De Lin, are you really not helping us in secret?"

Linde categorically denied it, but also told the truth: "I just went back to London this Christmas, and stayed at school the rest of the time."

"I see." Harry thought deeply. He always thought that the strange wizard who provided the clue was Linde. Even if he gave a negative answer, he was not so disappointed.

But in this way, he had to wonder who saved him. Harry only remembered seeing a figure before he passed out. She had red hair like blood and a voice as gentle as water.

"Mr. De Lin, I think this thing should be handed over to you." Harry took out a ring from his pocket. The inlay hole on the ring surface was empty, but it didn't prevent it from being Voldemort's Horcrux. The remnant soul and magic power of the Dark Lord.

"You can keep it. Use the remnant soul in the Horcrux as nourishment. By the way, please do me a favor."

"I'm listening."

"When you go to the principal's office to find Dumbledore later, ask Ah Fu to come out, and I will wait for him in the hall."

"It's so late, do you still want to go out?"

Linde sighed, then smiled and said, "I have to deal with a guy I don't like again."

"Can I help?" Harry thought Linde was looking for a fight.

"You probably can't help."

Harry's footsteps hurried away. Before he walked out of the common room, he winked at his companions. Ron and Neville understood, and pulled Hermione away who was still discussing fiercely.

The four children came to the principal's office together, and the gargoyle at the door asked for the slogan, but they were not invited by the principal, so where did the slogan come from?

Just as they were about to find a way to notify Dumbledore, the gatekeeper stone beast suddenly moved away, which meant that someone had just left the principal's office.

It was the old bat Snape who walked out of the door. When he saw Harry and the four of them, he was stunned for a moment, then showed his signature, malicious smile, and asked softly: "Mr. Potter, and you?" The three of your servants are less than five minutes away from the curfew. You are not staying in the Gryffindor tower, are you preparing for a night tour?"

Harry smiled at Snape, and the old bat jerked back as if stabbed by his expression.

"Professor Snape, we have come to find Principal Dumbledore, we have something important to do."

"Do you have a password?"

"We need you to tell us," said Harry calmly.

"That's impossible, now, go back quickly."

"What we're going to talk about has to do with Voldemort."

Snape's expression changed dramatically.

He strode over, almost pressing his huge hooked nose to Harry's face, and a ghastly breath wafted from his mouth, smelling of herbs and saliva.

"You'd better not be sensational, Mr. Potter, or you'll know what to do with such jokes."

The old bat's vicious threats did not scare Harry, but Neville and the others held their breath.

"The password is: Cockroach Heap. I'll go in with you."

Dumbledore wrote a letter at his desk, his expression was very excited, immersed in his work. There was a soft purple velvet cushion beside the desk, and the Borzoi named Alfred was sprawling uneasily on it, grinning menacingly when he saw Harry enter the office. .

"Principal Dumbledore." Harry shouted, then glanced at Alfred, "There is something I need to tell you."

"Harry?" Dumbledore looked up in surprise, and saw Snape standing next to the four little wizards, without saying a word, he did not blame these little guys for coming uninvited, but smiled and conjured Chairs let them sit.

"Come on, what's the matter?"

"De Lin asked me to call Ah Fu out and said he would wait for him in the hall."

Ah Fu twisted his tail and let out a sharp bark.

"That's it?" Dumbledore glanced at Ah Fu, "You heard me, go now."

The wolfhound trembled and moved towards the door. It stared at the four little wizards with hatred and hatred, muttered incessantly, and walked away miserably.

Harry remained where he was, staring into Dumbledore's blue eyes.

"I don't know if you remember Sirius? He was smeared as the murderer who betrayed my parents and accused of killing twelve Muggles and Peter Pettigrew."

Both Dumbledore and Snape's expressions changed subtly.

"Slander? You mean slander?" Snape said in a stern tone, "Could it be that he has something to hide? Where did you hear about him?!"

"Severus, don't get excited." Dumbledore looked at Harry, "What do you know?"

Harry told the truth about Wormtail.

"We got him." Ron patted his chest proudly. "And a snake," he added.

"Quiet, Ron, listen to what Dumbledore has to say." Hermione kicked her companion lightly.

Dumbledore and Snape had seen each other for a long time, and they obviously took a while to digest the information.

"Where is he? Pettigrew, you brought him to Hogwarts?"

Neville was carrying two suitcases in his hand, both of which had been cast with the No Trace Stretching Charm, and the interior space was specially designed to be narrow to prevent the prisoners from breaking free.

Neville opened a box, and it fell to the ground. From the small box, a squat wizard who was heavily tied up poured out. He fell and cried out in pain.

"Oh, no, don't do that, Harry, your father and I are good friends, you can't do this, are you trying to kill me? Don't do that...I was forced to do this too, Dark Demon...that People, it's all his fault..."

Snape and Dumbledore leaned in front of Pettigrew, they looked at the man who should have died, and double-checked.

"Deng, Dumbledore? Are you Snape?" Wormtail seemed to see the savior, his hands and feet were twisted and tied behind his back, struggling like a caterpillar, "I, I am innocent..."

Snape's tone trembled, "It's you, the one who betrayed them, not Black, but you!"

"I can't help it, I can't help it, if I don't tell, he will kill me! I just want to live!"

With deep eyes, Dumbledore said calmly: "It turns out that you were the traitor of the Order of the Phoenix. Everyone wants to live. There is nothing wrong with that, but you failed the blood of those good people who gave their lives for justice. Your life is no less the nobility of anyone."

Wormtail sobbed.

"Peter, we will put you on trial and let the truth come to light," said Dumbledore.

...

On the other side, when Ah Fu came to the main hall, he saw Linde standing at the half-opened gate of the castle. His figure was illuminated by the moonlight, taller and taller than the ancient fir trees in the Albanian forest.

The wolfhound moved a little bit to Linde's side and let out a low growl. It was not aggressive at all, but had uncontrollable fear.

Lind held a Tirana newspaper with the headline that a British body had been found in the gutter.

"Follow me." He didn't look back, just stepped forward.

Ah Fu followed Linde step by step.

They walked out of the castle, and the next moment, Linde teleported to Albania with the dog, a morgue of a police station.

Under Ah Fu's puzzled gaze, Linde waved open the freezer in the mortuary and took out the unclaimed body of the British wizard.

Linde stared at the pale body of the dead, with a desolate silence on the face of the dead.

The police officers guarding the morgue stared dumbfounded at the sudden appearance of a man and a dog.

Linde turned to the Muggle police officer and said, "Hello, can you please forget about us? There is still this corpse, I want to take it away."

"No, no, who are you?" The policeman took out his gun tremblingly.

Linde disappeared instantly with the corpse and the dog. The police officer looked at the morgue where the lights were flickering on and off, suddenly rolled his eyes and passed out.

Godric's Hollow.

Linde returned here again. The cauldron in the living room of Potter's old house was still standing. He poured a bottle of potion into the cauldron, and then threw the corpse into it.

He took out the resurrection stone and turned it three times in his hand, and the soul of the dead returned slowly.

Ah Fu understood that Lin De wanted to resurrect the dead.

It growled enviously.

The spirit of the deceased turned his head around blankly, "Where am I?" he asked.

"Britain, Mr. Pillman, I'm here to take you home." Linde smiled, "I'm sorry that I didn't manage the dog well and caused your unfortunate death. This little mistake will be corrected soon, please return to your body .”

Pearlman's soul ignorantly plunged into the cauldron.

At this moment, a cold wind blew in from the window, and a layer of frost formed on the floor in an instant. Ah Fu's hair stood up all over, and he barked wildly in horror.

Linde turned his head and looked back. A black cloak fell from the sky like a dark cloud and fell into the courtyard, naturally forming a tall, crooked figure. The moonlight plated his robe with silver, and two lights under the hood A deep blue flame.

Death, has arrived. (end of this chapter)