The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

"Hello." Linde held out his hand.

The roommate lowered his head and looked critically at his palm. It was dry, broad, clean, and the knuckles were well-proportioned. There were no deformities and calluses caused by years of writing. The skin was delicate and flawless, almost inhumanly perfect.

It's just white dust with a little bit of chalk, but it's just more intimate, not dirty.

The roommate reached out to touch the tip of Linde's finger, and quickly withdrew it. Linde understands his thoughts, this guy's cleanliness is offended. Obsessive-compulsive disorder plus cleanliness, perfect.

"Don't worry, my hands are very clean, no germs, no dirt, even cleaner and brighter than your smooth cerebral cortex."

The roommate was taken aback for a moment, "Excuse me, what did you just say?"

Linde showed a friendly smile, and he asked in surprise, "Did I offend you? I thought pyroxene magicians wanted to replace their brains with pyroxene, so wouldn't the cerebral cortex be smooth?"

"I don't understand...you...are you praising me or scolding me?" The roommate said anxiously and helplessly, with his restless hands nowhere to place his hands, "you ordinary people always like to use superfluous descriptions, It makes the semantics ambiguous and greatly reduces the efficiency of communication, and my precious time is often wasted like this.”

"Of course I'm complimenting you." Linde blinked.

At this moment, he also noticed the temperament of his roommate, a typical nerd, self-centered, and low social skills. If such a person has talent and learning, he will be evaluated as weird, and if he has no talent, then he will be considered a fool.

The mages who can wear the Shuangxian head mask in the academy are all real experts and masters. The Shuangxian classroom studies the two major paths of pyroxene magic at the same time. The training period is often as long as twenty or thirty academic years.

So Linde's roommate is undoubtedly an eccentric genius.

Linde didn't dislike this kind of person, and sometimes he hated socializing too. The apprentices at the College of Winterhold thought he was a freak in private. At that time, Linde didn't want to spend time on any activities other than studying, because the feeling of getting stronger every moment was so wonderful.

People who are willing to work hard to study knowledge are more or less eccentric. People who are both talented and good at dancing are rarer than protecting animals.

It was only after Linde became stronger that he refocused on interpersonal communication.

When the roommate heard his words, he didn't suspect that Linde was talking ironically. He acted very happy, and his tone under the hood rose a few degrees.

"Have eyes. Then I can forgive your offense. Just wait until I erase all the nonsense you wrote..."

Master Shuangxian turned around and looked at the blackboard. Just as he grabbed the stacked rags and casually glanced at the calculation formula left by Linde, his cerebral cortex subconsciously became excited and began to check the calculation.

He hesitated for a while, the rag in his hand was already pressed on the blackboard, but as his eyes moved, he knocked off his palm, and muttered: "Take it away, let me see the covered part... oh, It is true that this calculation is correct... What does this mean? Well, it turned out to be a constant for the conversion rate of magic power... It is no problem... Aha, this step is simply nonsense! Wait, oh, so that's it ..."

The roommate unknowingly put down the rag, crossed his arms and stared at the blackboard, as if possessed by a demon.

Linde also ignored this fascinated guy. The other party's research field was indeed difficult enough, but both the subject and the research ideas were a bit old, which were purely leftovers from his years of playing.

So he made the bed by himself. There are a total of four single beds in the dormitory, and the remaining three are huddled side by side in the corner, but they are kept very clean. That roommate does regular cleaning, and will also do a cleaning job for non-private beds. In his words: Since these public facilities have not been occupied for the time being, as the nearest person in charge, I have the obligation to maintain the basic functions of the facilities.

Lin De spread out the mattress, changed himself into a velvet quilt, took off his shoes and socks, and sat on the bed to send messages to his friends. It was almost noon, and he and Melina agreed to meet in the cafeteria and attend classes together in the afternoon.

"Hey, I'm going out, do I need to bring you food?" Linde greeted skillfully.

The roommate seemed to have never heard of it.

"Nerd." Linde scolded with a smile, "I'll go first."

The canteen of Rhea Lucaria College is located in a remote place, with pitiful scale, dim lights, and a lingering rancid smell. Those who don’t know it think that the chef’s pot is stewed to death.

If all of this is tolerable, then what terrified Linde the most was that the chef here turned out to be a magic puppet.

The puppet specially designed for war, with its stiff joints, put unwashed freshwater crabs into the crucible, heated it to a boil, then turned off the fire, and sprinkled it with ground waterweed powder and bitter salt to taste.

Linde took the dinner plate and received the food. Looking at the third-degree burns on the plate, Mr. Crab, who still had the strength to wield his pincers at him, was in a complicated mood for a while. He totally forgave British food at the moment, and felt for Gordon Ramsay.

"This crab is fucking raw enough to throw it in the ocean right now and get three seasons of SpongeBob SquarePants before it dies."

Melina waited calmly.

"The remaining heat in the big pot will cook the crab meat, so just be patient. Wait until the pot cools down," she explains.

The corners of Linde's mouth twitched, his expression horrified. He looked around and saw that a certain man skillfully used the tongs to fish a cooked crab from the bottom of the pot, broke off the crab shell and gnawed it, before eating two bites, he suddenly spat it out.

It's not because it's too unpalatable to vomit, it's because there is feldspar in the crab meat. Rhea Lucaria is an outstanding person. The pyroxene magic power in the crab is enriched, so it grows a crystal structure. The fine pyroxene mixed in the crab meat is like gravel.

But the man didn't complain, just spat out the stone and continued eating.

"Do you know? There was a period of time before that when I was wandering in the wilderness, I drank blood like a feather. I never thought that such food conditions would be better than the school cafeteria." Linde said in a dull tone.

Millicent also felt a little shock from the cafeteria. She has been used to eating and sleeping in the open all her life. She has always eaten whatever she can, even roasting hard dragon meat. Unexpectedly, this steel stomach is still defeated by a A tiny crab.

The female swordsman whispered: "When I was traveling in the lake area, I met a man who boiled shrimp and crabs. The boiled crabs he made were delicious. I never thought that someone could make crabs so unpalatable. "

"I can't take it anymore, come with me." Linde stood up, "Let's find a place to eat. I can't stay in this messy cafeteria for a second."

Melina immediately stood up when she heard the words. Although she was calm, she was obviously impatient. Millicent let out a sigh of relief and asked Linde what he would eat later.

"I want to eat steamed lamb, steamed bear's paw, steamed deer's tail..." Lin De reported a cross talk, and took two female students to the empty classroom to start a small stove.

After a while, the rich aroma of dill, rosemary, tomato, and stew wafted out. Linde took out the ingredients from the library tower, prepared four dishes and a soup, and laid them out on the desk, ready to eat.

The feeling of eating a big meal in the classroom is particularly exciting. Linde felt his youth come back for a moment, but back then he just secretly stuffed a few packets of crispy noodles in the desk cabinet and stuffed them into his mouth pretending to yawn Dough. At that time, he would share snacks with his female classmates. The teacher was dry and mouthy when he was lecturing on it, and the students all had bulging mouths like hamsters, and everyone knew it.

"It smells so good. What smells so good?"

The door of the classroom was not closed tightly. Not long after they started eating, a bearded mage walked in.

Seeing the three mages dressed as apprentices enjoying the delicious food, the man immediately put on a straight face and snapped, "I am the chief lecturer of Olivieri's classroom! In front of the portraits of the sages, how dare you use these—chuck—to see Food that tastes delicious and delicious is desecrating the sacred and solemn academic hall, I ask you to put down your knives and forks immediately!"

Millicent was so scared that she straightened her back. She was not used to school life, and she didn't want to offend the professor when she first arrived.

Melina became much calmer, and silently took out her staff, as if intending to use the martial arts of a mage to convince the professor.

Linde pressed Melina's staff, turned his head, and raised his glass to invite: "Professor, have you eaten yet? Have some together?"

The bearded professor walked over with clanging steps, sat down with a livid face, picked up the plate sternly, and started to gobble it up pretending to be gentle.

"smell good."

"What's going on inside, are the pigs eating?"

There were conversations in the corridor, and two apprentices broke into the classroom.

Mr. Chief Lecturer turned his head, with a few gravy-stained noodles hanging from his mouth, sucked it, and widened his eyes, "What are you looking at? What's your name? Which classroom are you from?"

"Professor Naples!" "We didn't see anything!" The two apprentices fled like flying.

The bearded professor turned his head, faced the strange expressions of the three of Linde, coughed dryly, stood up and walked to the door, and locked the door behind him.

"Let's continue eating. By the way, which classroom do you belong to? What's your name? I'll give you extra credits." (End of this chapter)