The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Linde stood up and carefully observed the professor in front of him.

He recognized himself, and Linde sensed it. This obvious hostility came from hatred. Maybe it was Linde who visited the academy last time and caused harm to him or someone he cared about.

This is not impossible. At that time, when the group of mages saw the intruders, they would attack without saying a word, and they didn't even want to ask what they were doing. Linde has always been a fair person. When these mages attacked him with magic, he responded in the same way and used magic spells to fight back.

With the same number of spell attacks, Linde has a shield to resist, and most of the academy mages can't afford Linde's [fainting].

Lind, who broke into the school at that time, was better than the most arrogant academy mage. He walked lightly and looked at no one, like a bright mirror. If you cast hostility on him, you will get hostility, and if you show him kindness, you will be safe. But from the beginning to the end, the mages were not taken seriously.

This kind of deep humiliation and endless frustration is still fresh in the memory of many academy mages.

It is only natural that Linde encountered hostility and difficulties.

Now he is living under the fence of others, entering some temple, worshiping some Buddha. Faced with the professor's difficulties, he had no choice but to see what he did. In other people's territory, using other people's rules to defeat the other party was a kind of fun.

"Professor, with my sincere apologies, can you remind me how much I have neglected the classroom?"

"Since you stepped into the discussion room, you have polluted this sacred hall with noise, threatened the red wolf of the academy, whispered wantonly, smeared the desks, distracted, and disturbed many mages with all kinds of behaviors. I can't see the love for magic from you. Piety, only contempt, if you disdain our magic, leave the discussion room immediately."

Lin De had just arrived and violated other people's taboos. He did not expect that this professor has been writing a lot in front of the blackboard, but he has been paying attention to his words and deeds.

Under the dome of the discussion room, floating a blue pyroxene, carved into a spherical shape, emitting a faint light, I thought it was a pyroxene lamp, but now it seems that it is actually a surveillance device, no wonder the other party knows it well.

"I wonder if you can forgive a new apprentice?"

The professor sneered coldly: "Yes, those who don't know are not guilty. This is your reason. After you came to the college, have you ever understood the rules and regulations here? If you are not even mentally prepared for this, why did you come to study?" ?”

Melina frowned. She has been in the academy for half a year, and she has never heard of any apprentice being punished for such trivial matters. The so-called defiance of the classroom has never been a well-defined rule, it is just a basket, and any crime can be punished. Inside, this is also a ruler, which separates the professor from the apprentice, and the two sides are separated by a thick barrier.

Although everyone is wearing a cold hood, the lecturers in the classroom are the authority.

Melina was about to appeal for Linde, but he stopped her with a wink.

"Actually, I don't despise the classroom." Linde raised his voice, "On the contrary, I give the most sincere praise to all wisdom. And what you said is like rain.

"If a student has mastered the knowledge of the classroom, can he be accused of contempt? Or, the standard for contempt of the classroom is determined by the professor himself? Then this is not contempt of the classroom, but contempt of the professor. .You shall impose additional penalties."

The lecturer in the Caleros classroom was choked, and he was stuck in place, like a statue, making Linde want to pour a bottle of petrified lizard oil on him to see if he could lift the petrification state.

People who talk about the rules are often trapped in the rules. At this time, the rules are reversed and become a weapon against them.

"professor?"

"... You said, you fully understood my lecture?"

"Yes." Linde didn't flinch or feel guilty at all, "You can verify it as you like."

"Get out." The professor said coldly, "Go to the blackboard and complete the calculations that I haven't finished."

"Happy to oblige."

The professor suddenly pointed at Millicent again, "And you, apprentice, you go too."

Millicent, who knows nothing about magic, expressed helplessness. She didn't know which was more terrifying: a mad lava dragon, or a teacher who made things difficult.

All she knew was that she was going to embarrass herself in front of the entire classroom.

For her, this was an unprecedented experience, and it was something she had never imagined.

Millicent turned her eyes to Linde for help, and the young man smiled at her with a gentle look in the corner of his eyes, like a wordless relief: don't worry, I'm here.

So she walked with ease, following his back.

So she walked with ease, following his back.

They stood far apart in front of two assigned blackboards, one at one end of the room and one at the other.

Linde only glanced at the calculation formula, and then began to write a large book, with smooth thinking and concise writing, which attracted the attention of the professor and the apprentice, but Millicent held the chalk and did not move for a long time.

Millicent was calm and secretly amused, but as time passed, she became a little nervous.

She could clearly feel every look on both sides of the classroom, looking at her back through the pyroxene stone cover, with scrutiny and contempt, as if pieces of cold and wet feathers stuck to her body, making her feel like her back was so heavy.

Among these gazes, only one belonged to Melina. Her gentle and reserved gaze was like a gust of wind, making the bird feathers on her back flutter.

The topics given by the professor were extremely obscure to Millicent, each one with strange mathematical symbols, like weird old eyes.

She couldn't help blinking, still didn't recognize these symbols, and they didn't recognize Millicen either, and everyone hated each other.

Nasty magic theory. The female swordsman gritted her teeth lightly, and the chalk in her hand was crushed into dust by her fingers.

Millicent's past was accompanied by illness, and she wandered the wasteland-like land of Galid. She had never had any experience as a student. It was only at this time that Millicent realized that she was actually afraid of making a fool of herself.

I thought that the emotion of fear had long since disappeared in my heart, but I never thought that it had been hidden in the depths of the holy sea.

The female swordsman stood still, immersed in her spiritual vision: what am I afraid of? Was it because making a fool of himself would damage his reputation, or was it because he was afraid of being humbled by Linde?

The answer is the latter. Millicent knew herself very well, and she understood her heart's nostalgia and yearning for Linde. Because of this, she did not allow her poor performance to drag down Linde's reputation.

Millicent stared at the tumbling black shadow inside the holy sea, and her fear was embodied as a poisonous snake. It asked: Me, look at me, what do I really look like?

She came to a clear understanding: as long as she can see through the true face of this fear and cut off the fear, the holy sea can usher in transformation and forge the holy sword of the soul. In this way, it is one step closer to Linde.

The fearful snake hissed, it whispered: what am I? Make me humble, make me holy, make me as insignificant as dust, make me as strong and unstoppable as steel! What am I? Speak!

Millicent knew the answer, the answer leaped to her mind without thinking, and all she needed to do was say it to cut through the fear. But she was stuck in her throat, her throat was full of feathers, her tongue was filled with bitterness, she couldn't answer, she was terribly frightened, and wanted to run away for the first time in her life.

The poisonous snake swelled up, and the shadow in the holy sea expanded dramatically.

(Warning! The player has a state of regression, please stop meditating immediately!)

The poisonous snake roared: Tell me, who am I and what am I? !

"Millison." A brisk voice sounded beside her ears, "When you receive a message, weigh your left foot."

Only she can hear this voice.

Millicent woke up suddenly, sweating through her underwear, almost dizzy, she suddenly stood on tiptoe with her left foot, and gently put it down again.

Lin De's voice continued, "Okay, I'm communicating with you through the private chat channel of Baiyin Network. If you open the private message, I've already sent you the reference answer. It's okay if you don't know the symbols, just copy it. .”

Millicent hurriedly opened the private letter, copied the answer, and wrote quickly.

Linde looked at the professor with a smile: "Do you have any advice? Now it can be proved that we have not despised the classroom, right?"

The professor clenched his fists and stared at the two blackboards, trying to find any flaws. But nothing.

He knew that Linde had helped Millicent cheat, but he just couldn't see what method was used, and he couldn't prove it.

In the end, the professor had no choice but to pinch his nose and admit Linde's statement.

"Return to your seats."

Linde strolled down the podium, his steps still relaxed, and wherever his gaze swept, the apprentices either nodded or turned their heads, without any contemptuous atmosphere.

He smiled and looked at Millicent, ready to share the joy of victory with her, while the red-haired girl folded her arms, her eyes twinkled, and she smiled reluctantly. (end of this chapter)