The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

After leaving the edge of the crystal wall system, Linde moved towards the nearest planet he could see, the distance in between was more than a billion miles, and his moving speed was at best equivalent to the slow walking of a normal person. Even if he goes on without sleep, it will take two thousand and forty-one years to finish.

This long journey, which was enough to make the Man of Steel despair, made Linde ready to die early.

Man was born to die, he just chose to die on the road.

Linde put aside all hesitation, paddled as hard as he could, felt the weak oncoming airflow, and kept his breathing steady. The sweat seeping from the surface of his body slowly evaporated, and he felt more and more thirsty, as if a sandy palm was holding his throat, and the dry air kept taking away moisture, making every breath feel like sandpaper rubbing against the trachea.

The lungs began to secrete phlegm to protect the fragile alveoli. Linde felt as if his chest was stuffed with glue, and his breathing became more laborious, but he did not dare to cough to avoid the loss of phlegm.

The vast expanse of dark space repeatedly makes people want to cry.

This is the journey of a speck of dust across the ocean.

Linde gradually felt exhausted, and he knew he needed to rest.

Turning his head and looking back at the crystal wall system, he has traveled hundreds of miles, and now he can see the huge magic seals on the inner shell of the crystal wall system.

These seals are blurred, as if separated by thick frosted glass, but the magical aura particles emitted by them are very gorgeous, like a colorful nebula.

"It's so beautiful." Linde looked at it for a while, relaxing his tired body and mind.

Then he put his clothes back on, curled up like a baby, buried his face in his lap, blocking the bright starlight.

He fell into sleep, his body swirling slowly in space like a stone.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, and a faint whisper sounded in Linde's ear, leading him to fall asleep.

"The king of the tower... We worship devoutly, may the light of your wisdom penetrate the lost paths and illuminate the truth of all things..."

Linde found himself standing in a barren field in a trance.

"Where is this?" he murmured.

"It seems, is it a dream? Am I dreaming?"

The atmosphere of the dream world is as cold as frost, and the bright stars on the dome run relentlessly according to the eternal trajectory, explaining some kind of supreme rational law.

On the ground stands a tower of columnar white marble.

It pierces through the sky and extends upwards to endless heights. Bright silver light blooms from the top of the tower, as if there is a distant and cold sun there.

The surface of the tower is covered with azure blue doors, and the door frames are exquisitely carved, making the light doors like sapphires embedded in the wall. Countless illusory figures shuttled through the tower, and thousands of voices of prayer praising the king of the tower came from afar, as deep as fire and as far away as the sea.

Looking at the tower, Linde was in a trance, only feeling that the endless praises were calling him, that tower was his destination, where he came from and where he went.

There was only one decision in his mind: to go to that tower and find out.

The white sand road leading to the tower winds like a snake made of silver, and there are extinguished candles along the way, only one at Linde's feet is lit.

The candle emitted a crystal-clear colored light, illuminating a trivial journey. Linde moved forward, and when he left the range of the light, he was awakened from the dream in an instant.

- Cannot leave the light source.

Linde trembled all over, took a deep breath, and expelled the frustration of failure in the dream from his body.

I don't know how long I've been asleep for this sleep, time is meaningless here, let's just treat it as the next day.

Linde felt that the epithelium of his mouth began to crack and fall off, and he could no longer squeeze a drop of saliva from his mouth, and the blood vessels under the skin leaked cold and fishy blood. He swallowed it all, and his thirsty stomach felt better.

(Knowledge from another world): You have heard of a state called autophagy. These small gadgets that make up body organs will start to self-destruct without energy. You can drink your own blood and eat your own flesh, but in doing so you're just wasting your body's stored energy in addition to satisfying your hunger and thirst.

Linde realized that he was on the verge of death.

A touch of sadness enveloped my heart.

A few tears seeped out of the corners of his eyes unconsciously, and the crystal drops formed a perfect spherical shape in a gravity-free environment.

Linde stared at the tears in disgust, frowned, and quickly opened his mouth to suck the moisture back.

The mixture of blood and tears seeps down the esophagus and is absorbed by the dry mucous membranes along the way before it reaches the stomach.

He is very thirsty.

It may not make sense to continue to hold on, the sun is still far away and out of reach.

Linde moved his hands and feet a little, took off his coat again, made a wind paddle, and paddled left and right.

The more air the clothes can trap, the stronger the reverse thrust will be. Linde has gradually become proficient in this operation, just like an experienced fisherman throwing a net, he can throw away the net pockets all over the sky, which is very exciting.

He grasped the corner of the clothes and gently flung them forward. The clothes naturally bloomed in the air and expanded fluffy, like an open umbrella. Then he slowly pulled it in his own direction, and when he took it back into his hand, it changed again Form into a small ball, then throw it again, retract it, and repeat the operation.

However, due to air resistance, Linde could not achieve continuous acceleration. It's like riding a bicycle. When you get faster, you don't have to work hard to pedal, so you can't make the wheels spin faster.

The only way he could think of to speed up was to wait for the wind to come. If you ride the wind and set sail, you will be able to travel far with the waves.

Linde didn't know what he was expecting, no matter how fast he flew, he might not be able to find food.

He just mechanically stroked the wind oars over and over again until he was exhausted, his arms were sore, as if his muscle cells had been broken in two, and his back also ached terribly.

When Linde found that his stiff fingers were as hard to bend and stretch as a stone, and he could no longer untie the knot, he sighed long and put the tied clothes on his body indiscriminately.

He curled up again, clamped his arms with the bends of his legs, and buried his face in sleep.

The physical pain tormented Linde for a long time, and finally gradually subsided. In the half-dream and half-awake state, mysterious whispered prayers sounded in his ears again.

"The king of the tower... We will ignite the light in our skulls to illuminate the way to the library tower..."

This babbling whisper led Lin De to fall asleep again.

Although it was his second time here, he already felt very cordial here. Linde guessed that as long as he could reach the tower, there would be an unexpected turning point. Perhaps the hope of survival comes from this.

Then, just like going to the sun, Linde needs to find a way to go to the tower.

He clearly remembered everything in the last dream, and how he failed.

Only the path illuminated by candlelight can be followed.

Then the problem is very clear, Linde must find a way to light the candles along the way.

He knelt down to observe the lit candle, the candlelight was as bright as white jade, and the outer flame emitted colorful light, which was shockingly beautiful.

Linde tried to grab the candle, but it was fixed on the ground like a spike made of iron.

He didn't have any kindling on his body, so he tried to take off his clothes to use as fuel, but the clothes turned into green smoke after leaving, and stuck to his body again.

Do you have to use your body as fuel?

He pulled out a piece of hair, but like clothes, the strands of hair that were separated from the body surface dissipated instantly.

Linde was silent for a moment, and stretched out his finger to touch the flame.

The candlelight left colored burn marks on his skin, like tattoos, but it didn't char the flesh, and it didn't ignite.

Attempts to ignite the fire failed, and we had to change our minds.

Linde still remembered the whisper he heard before he fell asleep—ignite the light in his skull to illuminate the way to the library tower.

But he didn't know what the light in the skull meant.

Literally understood, perhaps the light in the skull refers to the spark of wisdom, so where does this spark come from? Imagination based on thinking? Or a flash of inspiration in studying classics?

Linde sat cross-legged on the ground and fell into deep thought.

(Knowledge from another world): Are you planning to study? But your memory is like a void, almost nothing is left. Let me recall for you, you vaguely remember that there is a language called English, which took you a long time to learn, why not start with it? So the first word is abandon...

Linde shook his head speechlessly, these wild thoughts were useless.

As time passed, the light at the top of the tower gradually dimmed.

He had a premonition that when the tower was completely extinguished, the dream would end. The road leading to the bottom of the tower has been silent for ages, waiting for him to light the candles along the way.

How to obtain the light in the skull?

Linde looked up at the bright stars in the sky.

Suddenly it reminds me of the countless seals on the inner shell of the crystal wall system.

These seals were so blurry that it was hard to distinguish them at all, but for some reason, Linde could clearly recall the shape of the seals when he was in a dream.

He pondered for a moment, and slowly copied the seal on the sand in front of him.

A complex geometric plane symbol appears.

Linde stared at the seal that he had copied.

Immediately, he felt a slight itching in his fingers, and when he looked up, a weak candle had been lit on his fingertips at some point.

He succeeded. (end of this chapter)