The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

On this enchanted night, the dwarf Barendarhorn slew his uncle with his own hands.

"Master, I don't regret killing him...Join murdered my father, which he himself admitted, so I don't want to resurrect him."

Lin De came late, so he naturally didn't know what happened that night, and how the uncle and nephew had such a fight.

"Let me guess, it has something to do with this diamond."

"Everything has to do with this stone. The Horn clan has shed enough blood for it. Of course, you must want it too, so take it. It's bloody with treachery and conspiracy, and it won't bring you good transport."

Barenda deeply cursed this gigantic diamond called the Heart of the Mountains. The clear crystals are like flawless ice, colder than the blood of the traitor.

Linde took the diamond and gestured it in his hand. It was enough to be used as a consumable for the [Complete Restoration Technique]. If such a gem was placed in any city-state or country, it would attract conspiracy and even war.

"I've seen prettier diamonds in the Lonely Mountain."

The Warlock needed the gem, of course, but he threw it back into Barendar's hand.

The fifty-six-year-old young dwarf was taken aback for a moment.

Linde got on his horse and prepared to return to the Road Inn.

"Hey! Mage, don't you want this diamond?"

"I have never been kind to you, how can I accept your gift?" The magician smiled lightly and whipped his horse.

"Wait! You killed that devil, which is equivalent to saving me. Take it!" Barenda shouted, but didn't keep Linde's horseshoe.

The druids chanted mantras softly, calling on the power of the natural spirits to expel the purgatory evil that remained in this land. The refreshing wind kept blowing, and the dry and cracked soil around the three miles became damp again, and the thin grass seeds germinated, as if the spring god breathed in, making the earth green and pleasant.

The road after the rain is still like a thick soup. The herds of beasts, birds and insects that disappeared in the rainy night are active again, and the evil enchantment of the devil has been broken. The bay red horse was brisk and a little excited. From time to time, it ran wildly by itself. Lin De patted his neck lightly and said with a smile, "Slow down. You're going to throw me off."

He blessed the claret horse with a few magic spells so that it would not be wet by rain or stamped by mud. A gust of wind would blow from behind, and the road in front of Linde would also be covered with green grass and wild flowers.

The world is full of vitality, the deer stop to eat the green grass, and the grass stems are broken and stubbled again, and the grass is still lush.

This kind of vitality, the realm where all things are competing, is still in sight.

"Druid's spell, well, it's very interesting." The magician's eyes showed a little envy and deep thought, envious of the druid's unrestrained demeanor of controlling nature, and at the same time, he had some reverie about the future road.

Holding the infinite scepter is always troublesome. For the deity, this thing is useless. For the magician Linde, it always attracts the covetousness of all kinds of gods and demons. It is an out-and-out hot potato.

Linde had been thinking about how to deal with the Infinity Scepter for a long time. Although it was originally used as a weapon and bound with the Pact of the Blade, after thinking about it, he still felt a little unsafe.

This time it was only a deep-hell refiner, and Asmodeus behind him probably still hadn't given up. Plus Sazastan, who is peeping in the dark, and maybe the gods of the good camp like the goddess of magic. Lin De has a sense of sight of "Yi Tian Shou Long Ji", the infinite scepter is equivalent to the dragon slaying knife, and he himself has become the golden lion king Xie Xun.

Seeing the scene of the druid casting a spell to spring back to the earth gave Linde a lot of inspiration.

Nature lays her treasures out in the wild, at the mercy of anyone who can claim them, but they are still inexhaustible.

If the Infinity Scepter stays in his own hands, it is destined to be troublesome, even if he is very strong, and Io is in the background, but if he is unlucky and is overturned by a team of adventurers as a boss, the artifact will be left behind. possible. Even if you become a god, if you don't have strong divine power, you may lose your scepter due to the battle of gods.

Wealth kept in the individual is always at risk of being stolen, just as all rules and contracts are bound to be broken one day. Things always inevitably go to the opposite.

Linde didn't value the Infinity Scepter very much. It was just an ordinary instant noodle fork at the beginning. In comparison, the mobile phone that traveled together was even more miraculous. So even if you lose it, you won't feel bad.

But he doesn't like being robbed by various monsters and ghosts. This is somewhat disrespectful.

Inspired by Druid, Linde is now going to turn the Infinity Scepter into a tree and plant it directly in the ground.

This treasure has extremely powerful plasticity and magic properties, and it can completely replace the magic net after a complicated transformation and enchantment in the hands of a great wizard.

There are two magic nets today, one is controlled by the magic goddess of magic, and the other is controlled by the shadow magic net of Shar, the goddess of night.

Any spellcaster needs to rely on the magic net to control the violent, disordered and powerful magic power, which is equivalent to living under the fence.

Ordinary magic nets are restricted by the Goddess of Magic, and mortals cannot use magic over level 9. This is to prevent disasters from happening again—there was once a great arcanist who used a self-created level 12 spell [Karthus Apotheosis], Stealing the throne of the Goddess of Magic directly led to the collapse of the magic net.

Although the shadow magic net has no restrictions, and it has some bonuses when releasing some evil magic, it will be affected by Shar, the body will be eroded by the shadow magic, and the temperament will also be deflected.

Linde is going to start his own business. He has the knowledge, the conditions and the ability, so why not do it?

The magician's thoughts changed quickly, but within a short time of two quarters of an hour, he had already drawn up the process plan for building the magic net, and then he only needed to follow the steps.

In the road inn, the passengers rushed to the window and walked out of the house. After the rain stopped, everyone was able to continue on the road. The fearful rainstorm finally stopped. After a while, this past event will become a thrilling topic of conversation in their mouths , to bring a strange story after dinner to the people in the more distant areas of this road.

Linde returned, jumping off his horse.

Many travelers were bandaging their wounds and maintaining their weapons, as if they had been through a great battle.

The waiter at the inn said timidly: "My lord, your companion is inside."

"Why, what happened?" The magician was a little surprised, "Could you be fighting with those Cyres?"

"That's right." Several passengers patted their chests, "We won a big victory!"

In the lobby of the inn, the wizards and knights from Serre fell to the ground crookedly, several of them had their heads chopped off, and those who were alive were tied tightly with ropes.

Stan was playing the guitar leisurely, a piece of "Hotel California" was gurgling, Edkin's nose was bruised and his face was bruised, the tables and chairs were broken, there were scorched marks caused by magical flames on the floor, and there were large swaths of frost.

Linde threw the eyeball of the pit fiend on the table, and it rolled into Stan's hand like a red crystal ball.

"Look, isn't this our magician? You've come back victorious." Stan laughed and put down the guitar in his hand.

This bard looks easy to bully, but he is the incarnation of Stan Lee after all. The red-robed wizard wanted to kidnap him, but Stan incited everyone in the inn with a few words, and launched a battle where the more wins the less. no danger.

For some reason, everyone is performing supernormally, and in Stan's singing, ordinary attacks can deal tons of damage. Although the red-robed wizard is powerful, he can't hold back a group of adventurers who are full of luck. Moreover, their spellcasting sometimes fails inexplicably, and it is really a living ghost.

The passengers at the Road Inn shared weal and woe, having lived and died together, and the atmosphere was completely different from when Linde left.

Tona screamed and served hot spicy potatoes. She also participated in the battle just now, knocking Serre's unlucky soldier unconscious with a spoon, and she is still very excited at this time.

Linde looked around, the scene was chaotic and orderly, with a dilapidated look to welcome the new. Except for Jamal, the innkeeper, looking at the broken tables and chairs, wanting to cry but not crying. Everyone else is excited.

He shook his head with a smile, sat down at the kitchen table, took out his plastic fork, and began to eat spicy fried potatoes.

After eating this meal, we continued our journey to the south. (end of this chapter)