The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Millicent lingered at the door of the dormitory, silent in the quiet corridor, and the candles on the floor shed tears all night long.

"Are you in a hurry?" Linde walked around the corner from the corridor. Before anyone arrived, he raised his hand to say hello. In the night where you could hear the drop of a needle, his words were very clear and would not disturb the sleeping people.

When Lind saw Millicent, the red-haired girl had her head lowered, her left hand holding her right arm in front of her chest, and her right hand hanging on the side of her leg. She was like a quiet ancient sculpture, not familiar to him. With the vitality as strong as weeds, it was only then that Lind finally realized that something was wrong with Millicent.

Although he, like Dumbledore, is a master of Legilimency, after gaining the power of self-preservation, Lind rarely peeks into other people's thoughts, because no one can pose a threat to him, and he is a threat to others. My heart is not interested either. The professor in X-Men probably thinks the same way. People's hearts are often dirtier than they appear. If you want to find the true heart, you can't use mind-reading methods.

"What's wrong with you?" "Are you okay?"

They asked this question in unison, but Lind was concerned and Millicent was worried.

This made him laugh.

"What can happen to me? Well, don't stand here and talk, disturbing others' rest. Let's go for a walk and talk while walking."

Lind and Millicent walked side by side through the college at night, wandering through the corridors of the dormitory.

He took out a bottle of magic potion from his pocket and said, "You died once in the dungeon, and your weak state must be uncomfortable. This is a temporary refreshment I made. Drink it, and you will be fine."

Millicent took the potion and drank it in one gulp, but there was nowhere to throw the empty glass test tube in her hand.

"What's wrong? Why does this extra bottle appear after I drink the potion with you? Eat the bottle just like a normal person would drink medicine."

What kind of normal thinking is this? The character in the game doesn't even keep the bottle if he drinks the medicine, right?

Although she was confused, the female swordsman did not refute. She just tried to take a bite of the glass tube, but she couldn't bite it.

"Ugh."

"Pfft - you really believe it." Lindel said happily, "Here, let me check my teeth."

Millicent showed him her teeth, which were fine, smooth and white, like pearls of rice.

Linde took out his cell phone and took a photo, recording the embarrassment of Millicent showing her teeth.

The female swordsman was calm and not angry at all. She asked softly: "Lin De, you seem unhappy?"

Linde's expression changed and he asked: "...Is it obvious?"

"Yes."

"It seems that I am a very understanding person." Linde was self-aware, "What do you want to know?"

"I just want to know, are you okay?"

The night air was cold, and Lind wanted to put his hands in his pockets to warm the backs of his hands, but the magician's robe had no pockets. He slowly rubbed his hands until they became warm, and looked up at the stars that were flowing quietly.

"Let me tell you a story. Let me tell you in advance that I am not very good at telling stories, and this story is also very cliche and boring. Even so, do you still want to hear it?"

"I want to listen." Millicent encouraged, "You are actually a very good narrator, you can always keep me focused."

"Ha, thank you for always being so supportive. If my life has a little thickness, it is filled by interesting people like you. Then I will start talking.

"There was such a person who broke into a room one day. He saw that the room was full of string puppets. All the toys were controlled by strings, performing a drama of war. They played very hard, and many of the toy puppets were Their bodies were broken, but they were still screaming and crying. Then, these broken dolls were pulled by strings into a golden furnace. Once the flames burned, they turned into charcoal.

"When he saw it, he felt very unhappy, because these dolls were so exquisite and lovely. It must have taken the infinite ingenuity of nature to come into being. How could they be used to make silly charcoal? So he took advantage of the house When the master is away, put out the charcoal stove and cut off the strings on the puppets' heads. The puppets are free and can happily perform their own dramas.

"But the good times didn't last long. The owner of the house came back. He asked the man why he was interfering with his business? He had been running this charcoal making farm for a long time, and the processes and techniques were very mature. He finally waited until the short harvest period and returned Not much harvesting.

"The man said: You are not allowed to do such things again in the future. As long as I am here, you are not allowed to burn anyone to charcoal."

"The owner of the house didn't agree, so he had a fight with the man. In the end, just like all the stories say, the two people finally lived happily together... I'm just talking nonsense about this. The fact is that the man defeated the owner of the house. , now this charcoal making factory has officially closed down, and all the dolls have become living people and are living a comfortable life. How about it, isn’t it quite old-fashioned?”

Millicent knew that Lind was pretending to be witty. She understood and realized that she was the doll that Lind said. The owner of the house had no will and had a confrontation with Lind.

She felt that she should smile in accommodating manner, but recalling Linde's cold expression standing by the window, she always felt uneasy, as if her back was itching because she couldn't scratch it.

"You're not hurt, are you?"

Linde smiled and winked at her, "Aren't I doing well? Why are you worried about me?"

"Are you really okay? But you are in a bad mood."

"Ha, that's because I didn't say it for a while. The owner of the house fought with the person who broke into the house for three hundred rounds. The person who broke into the house was seriously injured and died soon..."

Millicent's eyes widened. She suddenly reached out and grabbed Lind's shoulder, caressing it carefully, as if to confirm that the person in front of her was a living flesh and blood body and not a ghost.

"Don't get excited, I'm joking. But let me end the joke. In short, that person's life is not long, and he must hear a true message to heal. Good girl, please do me a favor and speak a true message, okay? I want to I know why you’re upset.”

Linde went through such a big deal just to make this joke. Many truths are difficult to tell in a serious environment, but they are often revealed in the form of jokes. This is also to take care of the dignity of his friends.

Millicent suddenly became angry.

Her thin and fair cheeks were completely drained of color, and her red eyes could not help but shed tears. She shouted sadly: "How could you make such a joke? What if you were really seriously injured but didn't say anything on purpose? You always You are so far away, and you never tell us your true feelings. Linde, if you are really injured and die soon, and I will never see you again... what should I do? "

Linde fell silent.

Millicent raised her hand to wipe her cheek, but the tears did not stop and her palm was wet. She replaced it with the back of her hand and blinked hard. She lowered her head and apologized: "I'm sorry, I scared you a little. I've been a little weird recently, very quickly Enough."

"Good girl, why are you apologizing? I made a bad joke. It's me who should apologize. Don't worry, I'm really not hurt. The Supreme Will wants to hurt me, but it's far from enough."

Millicent burst into tears and laughed. She had always been calm and tenacious in Linde's mind. She was born in the mud, but not a lotus, but a lotus leaf. She grew on dangerous peaks, not a lone pine, but a weed. This kind of pure vitality of ordinary people, like all working people in this world, has a humble life but a strong nature, and would rather break than bend.

She is a flying wing made of steel, capable of soaring even if there is no wind. Her heart is hot, clean, and bright. But in addition, she is also sensitive. She can display a variety of emotions in an instant, and now she seems even more fragile.

"You came to me specifically just to ask me if I was injured, right? You have seen now that I am fine. But you are not fine." Lind leaned against the bookshelf in the corridor and looked down at Millicent. , "Tell me, let me share your worries. What is it that makes you frown?"

"I...I'm afraid I've let you down."

"What are these words?" Linde laughed, "How could I be disappointed in you?"

"Something is wrong with my holy sea, fear has taken over it."

Linde tentatively said: "The best way to overcome fear is to face it. How about you try it too?"

Millicent looked up at him, her lips pouting, and she was about to say something. (End of chapter)