The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

The clouds in the sky are ever-changing, and a strong wind blows from the east, making the clouds turn into galloping beasts, Shanshan is lovely.

The whistling of the spirit of nature blows in the wind, like a lost ballad in a distant place.

The singing reverberates endlessly.

After one hour.

"They are coming." Linde squinted his eyes and looked at the end of the sea level. The strong convection formed a large low-altitude cloud cluster, which rushed in like a tsunami in the sky, and there were a large number of clusters of various birds under the clouds. Formed into a geese formation one by one, riding the strong wind, gliding towards the West Navy Islands.

"What are these birds for?" Stan rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

Doric said softly, "It's possible that they came to fertilize. When I practiced with the Druids in the Neverwinter Forest, in order to restore the natural ecology, I needed animals to bring seeds and fertilizers."

Linde's face was stiff, "You mean these birds are here to shit?"

Doric nodded with a smirk.

"Build a protective shield quickly!"

The echoes of the natural spirits enveloped the isolated island, and the power of the four elements turned like the gears of time, grinding away the hard rock, weathering and breaking it into pitch-black gravel, and further crushing it into fine soil-forming parent material.

Flocks of birds on land and sea came furiously from three directions, southeast, north, south, east, and rained down feces, mixed with seeds, and laid a white, foul-smelling blanket on the island's mountain peaks and wilderness.

"Damn it, I feel like it's running like hell right now." Stan held his nose. Although they were all in the protective enclosure and the air was clean, the sight of dung and hair coating the walls and drenching his head was enough to make him sick .

Looking at the flock of birds dancing wildly and the whitewashing of the island, Linde suddenly thought of an island on Earth.

"Stan, have you heard of Nauru?"

"What?"

"Nauru is a small island in the Pacific Ocean. Countless seabirds rest on the island during their travels and excrete a lot of feces. The phosphate in the guano is an excellent fertilizer raw material. The local residents make a fortune by selling phosphate rock. "

"Ah, I see. But no matter how nice your words are, you can't make the scene in front of me look good."

Doric said solemnly: "Nature's cycles are never all about beauty. Fruits rot to make seeds sprout, animals die, and more animals grow. Wildfires burn forests, and next year there are more saplings. How filthy is the island now , how beautiful this island will be in the future.”

Linde and Stan looked at each other silently.

"What's wrong? Am I wrong?"

"You're right." Stan smiled. His blond and blue-eyed handsome avatar has a bit of the charm of the US team, and he looks very sincere when he smiles.

The birds came and went quickly, like a swarm of bombers, dropping plant seeds and manure on the island, and then flying away in a headwind.

Birds are keen, they know it's going to rain.

In late autumn, thunder rumbles, and a hearty heavy rain falls, refreshing and cold. The rainwater rich in the magic of the wilderness softens the sandy rock formations, the organic matter is combined with the soil-forming parent material, and after the ripening of the four-element cycle, fertile black soil is formed. The seeds from the land fell with the guano, buried in the soil with the heavy rain, and germinated and grew rapidly at this moment.

Linde reduced the shield on the top of the mountain, allowing the silver tree to be bathed in rain.

The dark silver on the surface of this sapling is as bright as a mirror in the rain. The branches do not move, and the sporadic candles on the top of the crown are not affected by the wind and rain. In the dark sky, they form clusters of light .

The bare islands are covered with grassy shrubs.

The spiritual songs of the spirit of nature gradually alternate like chapters of a symphony, from the vigorous dance of summer to autumn.

The heavy rain stopped suddenly, and then a gust of frost and wind blew in, causing the vegetation to wither and yellow suddenly, and the rain seeped down. The originally fertile soil was depleted of nutrients due to the growth of grass seed trees, and became hardened and dry. A burst of wildfire ignited, burning all the grass and trees, and piled up black ash all over the mountains and plains. Repeatedly, the process of natural succession continues to accumulate biomass.

When it rained for the second time, the perennial trees also grew tall and straight. When it rained for the third time, the abundant natural energy attracted some fine creatures from the outer planes and sent them to migrate here.

Linde watched the scene in front of him, and gained more understanding of the way of druids.

"Time is speeding up before our eyes. The time flow of this universe is driven by the circulation of the four basic elements. It's really a wild universe structure." Seeing Lie Xin nodded lightly, he suddenly turned his head and asked, "How much?" Rick, do you want to learn time magic?"

"Time spell? Isn't that something mages can comprehend?"

"Mages also learn the operation of the universe to develop time magic. The truth will not be partial due to your career and path. Druids are close to the power of the four elements. Speaking of it, they are more suitable for studying the origin of time and space than other spellcasters. Of course, only the worlds connected to the four-element plane."

Doric shook his head. Druids are more or less conservative. Even in the face of the temptation of powerful forces, they can maintain a simple and natural attitude.

"Let me stay in the study and read, it's better to live with wolves in the wild."

"Well, everyone has their own aspirations." Linde didn't feel sorry either. Knowledge can lure Candlekeep scholars, but some people regard it as rotten wood. Everyone should have their own way of life, not necessarily chasing power.

The transformation of the isolated island by the spirit of nature is coming to an end. After the last heavy rain fell, the barren wilderness is already covered with green grass and lush vegetation. Dense forests are all over the hills, and the wind blows, and Lin Tao bursts. A part of the natural spirit settled in the island and turned into an invisible patron saint, guarding the sacred tree on the top of the mountain.

The silver tree was nourished by the natural energy, and it jumped suddenly. It was already two people tall, and the trunk needed four palms to hold together.

Every day from now on, this tree will grow one inch taller, and its root system will continue to penetrate deep into the magic net, and gradually spread to the multiverse beyond the main material plane. Every time it is connected to a new plane, the silver tree will get different energy nourishment.

As a quasi-law god bound to the sacred tree, Linde also clearly felt the vitality of the silver tree.

A faint spark of divinity has been conceived in the trunk.

With a thought in Lin De's mind, the divinity in the silver tree moved upward along the trunk, injected into the highest main branch, and blended with the candle representing Lin De himself.

"call--"

He felt a star burst in his chest.

All the senses are soaring to the limit at this moment, the intense joy, pain, sadness, anger, jealousy, gratification, and warmth are mixed together, and in the end it is just like a chaotic cloud, choked in the throat. Every end of the nervous system is filled with intense bioelectricity, his eyes are dazzled, and his soul seems to have passed through the membrane on the surface of the material and immersed in the depths of the magic net.

At a certain moment, he felt himself sinking and rising at the same time, and while his affinity for magic soared, his inspiration also broke through the boundaries of mortals.

Warlock Linde felt the ground receding under his feet.

Part of his existence passes through the ether plane, sinks into the inner layer of the multiverse, travels the two energy planes, the four elemental planes, and senses the duality of good and evil in the multiverse, as well as the pure source of matter.

Part of the inspiration ascended to the astral world, which is a spiritual field, making Linde's divine will feel like a fish in water. He flitted across the outer planes, passed the residences of the gods, and the lairs of demons. The eyes of the gods and the great demons stared at this inexplicable divine existence, with malicious and good intentions.

Linde acted on his extra senses.

Even if it fell into the mire of the eyes of the gods, it still continued to rise.

He traveled through the Outer Planes to nothingness, where matter vanishes and the Weave breaks.

The gods and daemons witnessed this divine presence, "passing through" nothingness.

Warlock Linde "surfaced".

His head emerged from the chessboard on the long table, turned around, and saw himself, Io and Stan Lee.

A lot of food was piled up in front of Ai Ou, and the deity activated the secret spell [Crazy Thursday] from the far east to bribe the DM, and Io choked on it.

Linde and "Linde" looked at each other, like looking in a mirror.

"It's all me, what's there to see? Hurry up and go back to build the floating city."

"Give me a door mark." The avatar reached out to the deity.

Linde also stretched out his hand, and the two index fingers met in the air. (end of this chapter)