The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

The wind in Huangyu is very long and has a wide range. Some wind belts spanning billions of miles can even extend from the edge of the crystal wall system to the orbit of the inner planet. Some scholars believe that the original space traveler realized interstellar travel by relying on these complex celestial atmosphere circulation.

The ancestors of intelligent life living on the surface jumped out of the atmosphere from the back of the roc carrying wooden sailboats and sailed in space. Many of them failed to return to their hometowns and resolutely chose to go to the depths of the star sea.

For them, going to space is a choice of the meaning of life, but for Linde, wandering in space is a last resort.

After the first three days of hardship and terror, the situation gradually improved.

After bidding farewell to the school of flying fish, Linde continued to drift along the wind belt.

Now that he has food, he can replenish energy and water, and with the wind pushing him forward, he can free up time to engrave the seal on the crystal wall.

A flying fish is full of treasures for survivors. Its meat and blood can be eaten, fish intestines can be used as thread, fish bones can be used as needles, fish skin and fins can be used as cloth, and fish bones can be used as plates.

Linde hung the burden on his chest, with thirteen flying fish and a pair of fish bones in his arms. In the following journey, he mainly did two things.

One is to light a candle in a dream and go to the tower.

The second is to make a paraglider with fish body materials.

(Knowledge from another world): You have heard that many people drifting at sea rely on the materials picked up in shipwrecks to survive, but this is not easy. You are destined to experience many challenges, but please don't be discouraged.

Lindh went against the wind.

The bundle on his chest formed a small shelter from the wind, allowing him to perform some delicate operations in the dim light.

He took a sharp fishbone, slowly scratched the fish skin, and then stroked along the gap between the skin and flesh little by little, gradually obtaining a complete fish skin.

Next, he shaved off the fish and didn't choose to eat it, but piled it in the corner of the pack. Food is still precious, not to the point of feasting on it. Plus, his stomach can't handle any more food, and they need to recover slowly.

When working, he will hold the fish eyeball in his mouth and slowly suck the juice in it to replenish the lost water. He hopes to rely on the nutrition of fish eyes to soothe his sore eyes.

By removing every shred of flesh from the fish, you get a clean skeleton.

At this point, he decided to take a break, his fingers were about to cramp, and his eyes were filled with tears.

Linde looked at the huge seals lining the crystal wall system, imagined the origin of these wonderful symbols, and thought about his own past and the appearance of this world.

Scholars of Guotianyu generally believe that the magic words printed on the inner lining of the crystal wall system are the defense line used by the gods to protect this world, and those outsiders who wantonly trespass into this universe will be killed.

No two of the spells recorded in these seals are the same, and they are usually blurred, but they can be clearly seen through the spell [Read Magic]. However, reading these magic seals will trigger their effects. Due to the huge size of the seals, the corresponding magic effects will also be greatly enhanced, often leading to the destruction of the reader. These seals cannot be reproduced on paper by any means.

Linde didn't know this, and what he was doing violated what many scholars believed to be common sense.

In the dream world, he could skillfully copy the seals without triggering a devastating magical effect.

This means that as long as Linde masters the corresponding knowledge and skills, he can learn endless spells from the inner lining of the crystal wall system.

For now, he is just a printer of magic words. He does not produce intracranial light, but only a porter of the crystal wall system.

The monotonous and boring life is ten thousand times better than the despair of drifting in the starry sky, and Lin De enjoys it.

Copying six seals in a row every time will exhaust all his brainpower, and he needs a real sleep to recover. Linde tried not to let himself fall into this situation, so he copied up to four pieces at a time, and then spent his time processing flying fish materials.

Time loses its meaning in the wasteland.

He pulled the fish intestines into threads, removed the hard thorns from the fish bones, drilled holes in the tail, broke several thorns to barely penetrate, then passed the fish guts through the needle holes and tied them in a knot.

Linde didn't know what his past was like, but he guessed that he might have been a tailor, otherwise how would he remember this craft?

He cut the fish skin in half along the midline and sewed it on the spine to obtain a fish skin fan, and then sewed a pair of long pectoral fins on the back of the fan to improve the structural strength.

Linde tested the fan by lifting it slightly above his head, and found that it is very windy, and the material is relatively tough, which can withstand bending.

This means success.

Linde was in a good mood, and he planned to make the remaining twelve fish into such bone fans, and then sew them together to make a fusiform leather umbrella, which would allow him to fly faster and withstand the wind. limited movement.

Working and copying the seals exhausted his physical and mental strength, and Linde fell asleep with his arms around his bundle, avoiding physical pain and mental fatigue in the dreamland.

Linde woke up again, he knew that he had two choices, one was to give up survival in the negative misery, and the other was to positively welcome the new terrible day.

He chose to smile.

Linde took a deep breath, felt the comfort of the wind blowing on his face, opened his eyes and devoted himself to work.

...

After fourteen days of drifting.

Linde eats half a fish, two eyes, a fish brain, liver and gills every day.

He transformed six flying fish into materials, and made a leather umbrella that was as wide as his body and slightly longer. Due to the natural limitation of the strength of the material, increasing the size of the umbrella surface would increase the risk of disintegration, so he stopped working on leather.

Today's paragliders can already provide good thrust. He held both ends of the umbrella and lifted it up.

He made a pair of handles out of the fins that came in handy so he could hold on to the rim.

By adjusting the contact area between the umbrella surface and the airflow, it can be accelerated and turned. The speed at full strength can be close to thirty miles per hour.

(Knowledge from another world): The speed is thirty miles, and the mood is free?

There are very few bacteria in Huangyu, and the fish body decays slowly, but it will dry slowly. The dried flying fish exudes a special aroma, with a hint of pine and nuts, and the taste has become better, but Linde still likes its tender and juicy state.

Before falling asleep yesterday, Linde saw a sudden flash of light far away in the direction of the celestial equator, which lasted less than two breaths and then went out. He planned to go and have a look, maybe there would be unexpected gains.

But today his main job is to copy the printed text.

Only nine candles remained from the tower.

call--

Taking a deep breath, Linde dived into the dream world with the murmur of prayers from an unknown source.

The silver snake-like road has come to an end, and Linde is standing in front of the tower, which pierces the sky and the earth, and looks like a towering white wall in front of him.

Linde sat down cross-legged, unkempt, his clothes were wrinkled, his eyes were bloodshot, but his expression was calm and serious.

The experience of wandering in the desolate world was like a storm in the sand sea, which polished his mortal soul, and made the pearls and jade under the stubborn stone bloom, emitting a timeless brilliance.

He can safely recall the magic seal and trace it on the sand without any mistakes.

A complex structure of a three-ring magic [protection circle] flowed out from his fingertips.

A candle was lit at his fingertips, Linde stood up, bowed his waist and lit the roadside candle.

Go out of the range of candlelight, wake up, observe the printed text, close your eyes and fall asleep.

Sit cross-legged.

A six-ring magic [dissociation technique] was printed.

A candle is lit.

After engraving four times in a row, Linde sighed wearily.

The blue door under the tower is very close.

To stop, or to continue?

Linde didn't hesitate much, he didn't have time to hesitate, death was everywhere in the wilderness, every minute and every second he survived was a game, his only bet was his own life.

Then, the fifth candle was lit.

Then, the sixth.

Linde felt that his brain was like a second heart. It was beating and hitting the skull. Every blood vessel was injected with blood beyond its carrying capacity. Fire and lightning flashed in the nervous system, causing burning pain and paralysis.

After such a long period of training, he can copy more seals at one time. The result of challenging the limit is to surpass the past, and at the same time push himself into an uncertain future.

continue.

Four Rings of Magic [Exile]

The seventh candle.

Seven Ring Magic [Rainbow Jet]

The eighth candle.

Linde felt his cheeks were moist, and he raised his hand to touch them. Drops of blood flew out from his nose and corners of his eyes, and he quickly opened his mouth to suck. At this moment, he no longer felt the pain, but was in high spirits instead. His body was like an aging machine, and his reaction was more than a beat slower than his thinking.

The last seal.

Five Rings [Teleportation Circle]

dream world.

Linde lit the last candle, turned his head and looked back, and saw that the road to silver casting was full of sparks.

He shuffled to the gate of the high tower, with only one simple thought in his mind, hoping to find some good things in this tower, preferably to help him survive in reality.

So he reached out and touched the blue door of the tower.

The intracranial light behind him suddenly flourished, separated from the candle, flew into the sky, and gradually sank into Linde's back.

The firelight flowed into his spine, diffused to every bundle of nerves, penetrated every blood vessel, and penetrated every muscle.

Linde let out a faint sigh.

He felt himself dissolving in the light, his body became invisible, and slowly sank into the blue door.