The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

In the dead of night, the only sound in the corridor of the academy is the crunching footsteps of the puppet soldiers wandering around.

Millicent was about to meditate. In order not to disturb Melina, she came to the balcony and passed through an isolation barrier. There was some water on the ground of the balcony. The academy stood on an isolated peak in the northern part of the Lake District, more than ten miles above the surface. When the golden tree was still extinguished, you could see the golden projection that stretched across the sky and earth when you looked northeast. Now you can no longer see it.

The stars in the lake area are reflected on the water, and the world below is like the world above. The college and the crowd in the middle seem to be floating in the void of the desert.

There is a wonderful view ahead, and the junction is such a beautiful place.

Millicent leaned on the railing independently, closing her eyes and looking inside her soul.

The Holy Sea, which was originally bright and pure gold, is now polluted by large black shadows, like a lesion shown on an X-ray film, and the unknown black spot area is like a butterfly.

Her mental strength was declining, and Millicent knew it.

Walking on any road, you will encounter difficulties of one kind or another. The magician scratches his head while looking at the book at the desk, the warrior panting facing the silent sandbag, the priest looking up at the statue of God with fear in his heart, and the monk facing the devastated world but saying: The sea of ​​suffering is difficult to cross.

Sword singers are people who want to forge body and mind into weapons, but this is undoubtedly against nature. Consciousness is always reflexive, just like things will always go to the opposite. No one's soul can be like a lifeless sword, going forward without any turning back or twists and turns.

The swordsingers of the Red Guards use the faith of the God of War as their backbone, suppressing all weakness and hesitation in their faith, leaving only bright and pure courage and discipline. Millicent also chose a spine. She chose to dedicate her life and soul to him. When the most important life no longer belonged to her, she had no fear and could die for him without hesitation. .

Faith is such a terrifying and immortal spiritual power that turns cowards into warriors and makes the weak not afraid of strong enemies.

But when faith is tested, all problems return.

Millicent stared at the Holy Sea. The pollution of negative emotions was unstoppable, causing the spiritual power she had honed in her hard training to retreat steadily. She was unable to fight back. If this continued, the Holy Sea would be extinguished sooner or later, and her practice would be ruined.

She couldn't help but feel that she was ridiculous, so ridiculously sad.

No, don't think so.

Millicent's heart trembled, she gathered her thoughts and quit the meditation on her own initiative.

She looked at the eternal stars and sighed. Once you meditate, your cultivation will worsen. As a professional with mediocre intelligence attributes, it is difficult to sense the magic network without meditating.

Perhaps she could find a way to heal the Holy Sea and drink some magic potion to eliminate the shadow of fear, but she had no way of knowing what kind of potion had such a magical effect.

Or when the Holy Sea is completely extinguished and the Swordsinger profession degrades to level 0, he can then work part-time as a mage. However, this choice is very irrational.

After the Swordsinger's Soul Sword is formed, he can mobilize magic power to cast spells and spell-like abilities. The main spellcasting attribute is perception, not intelligence or charm, so it can be regarded as half a spellcasting profession, but the spell table is relatively poor. If it is linked to the magic network, it can be compatible with spells from more schools, not to mention that sword magic itself is also very powerful.

Precisely because the swordsinger has a bright future, Millicent is not willing to give up this path.

If you shrink back when you encounter a little difficulty, wouldn't your life always be in the same place?

The test is both a disaster and an opportunity to soar into the sky. There is only one step away from the legend. Once you step over it, you will reach another world.

Millicent tried meditating again, to no avail, and her condition worsened.

"well."

She had been on the balcony, waiting for the stars to go out and the sky to be bright.

Like Millicent who stayed up all night, there was Linde's roommate.

Lin De'an slept peacefully until it got light, and before he opened his eyes, he heard a huffing and puffing sound.

He turned around and opened his eyes to see his roommate wearing a double-breasted stone mask sitting on the floor. The backs of his hands were sweaty and his robe was wet, as if he had fallen into a puddle.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I went out for a run... huh, huh... I just came back."

"What a good habit. When I was studying at Hogwarts, I also liked to run in the morning. Can we do it together in the future?"

"No! I hate running, I'm just too excited and have to move." The roommate stood up with his knees pressed, sweat flowing from under the hood, "I figured it out. Your answer is indeed correct, but the process is I answered it, so..."

"So you are still the first author of the paper, I understand." Linde laughed dumbly, "Is there a possibility that I don't care about the title, and I don't want to compete with you for fame and fortune?"

"Are you serious?" The roommate was stunned, and he struggled to pull out the hood, revealing his true appearance.

It was also the first time Linde saw his face, a pale, long-haired young man who didn't look like he was fully grown up yet, his eyes were very sensitive and tense, shining suspiciously and confidently, and there were also dark circles under his eyes from fatigue caused by staying up late all year round.

"My name is Linde." He stretched out his hand again.

"Doniel. You're pretty good. I don't think I've seen you before? Which classroom are you from?"

"I don't have any plans to join any classroom yet. However, I have applied for the graduation exam at Olivenis."

Dong Niel raised his head and said, "Olivenis Classroom, that can't compare to Shuangxian Classroom."

"Everyone knows that Shuangxian's classroom is the most powerful." Linde said casually, but this sentence was still very useful to his roommates.

"Well, I can take you to a separate small classroom to observe. The private lecture room created by the lecturer of our Shuangxian Classroom is a high-level academic organization. Those who can be invited are undoubtedly the best mages in the college. I See if you have the qualifications."

The magicians in the academy often form small academic groups. As long as the research results are recognized by the Kaliya royal family, they will naturally become classrooms.

Linde isn’t interested in these small groups. “I would still prefer the regular classes.”

He stood up and walked to the blackboard to check the calculations left by Tony Er. "There are generally no problems."

"You don't have to doubt my talent!"

"Of course, but the derivation of these steps is too cumbersome. Your mathematical tools should be updated."

Linde erased large sections of calculations and instead used concise formula derivation, presenting a new sense of beauty, which once again made Tony Er fall into obsession and doubt.

"You, you, who taught you these?"

"Well, Galois, he founded group theory when he was nineteen."

"Nineteen years old?! Impossible..." Dong Niel was sweating like rain on his face, muttering to himself, "I'm two years shy of nineteen years old, but can I achieve such an achievement? A new set of A theoretical system, a new tool, a new classroom...impossible..."

Lind patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't feel sorry for yourself. You just haven't stood on the shoulders of giants yet."

"I want to learn this! Where is Galois?"

"In another world, if you want to learn, there are actually people in the academy who can teach you."

"Who? You?" Dong Niel struggled, "I, I am willing to learn from you."

"I'm not free, that person is Tops. Have you heard of it?"

"'Waste Stone' Topps?" Tonyal waved his hands repeatedly as if he had been bitten by a snake, "He can't do it."

"Why not?" Linde retorted casually, rendering him speechless in just a few words.

"Do you care about reputation or truth? If you don't have an inclusive curiosity, why would you start a school at a young age? Topps established a force field magic system and was recognized by the Queen of the Full Moon. Why can't you become a school of thought at a young age? Your professor?”

"This...I...Okay, I'll try it."