The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Naples gently took off his hood, took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, and looked at each other with his colleagues beside him, both of whom were amused by the shock in each other's eyes. He couldn't help but stand up, walked around from behind the proctor's long table, walked to the candidates' table, and bent down to look at the answer sheets.

He answered fifteen of the fourteen methods for refining pyroxene.

Not only did he write down all the six advanced types of meteor magic structures, he also proposed a conjecture about the seventh structure.

His answer to the principle hypothesis of the resonance between the magic power of pyroxene and the soul is completely different from the mainstream theory of homology. It is basically another whimsical but conclusive academic system.

He is simply a superman. How many secrets are hidden in this brain?

Unknowingly, the desks were crowded with professors. They looked eagerly at the wonderful pen in Linde's hand. He kept writing symbols that made their hearts tremble, and traced the fascinating spatial geometry one after another. I can't wait to beg this pen to never stop, to continue writing, and to finish all the difficult problems.

To be able to witness with one's own eyes a wizard who has become a god and answers a question, if those present can know themselves, they will be lucky for the rest of their lives.

Usually, the expected speed for the final exam is twenty to thirty minutes to write one question, and three hours to solve ten questions is quite stressful. But Linde could finish writing a question in less than three minutes. He didn't seem to need to think, his writing was flowing naturally.

In just half an hour, he answered the ten required questions.

Then I was ready to put down my pen.

"No!" "No!" "Don't stay here!"

Linde asked: "Didn't I finish writing as required?"

Nabu Ler wiped his face, his two dark eyes shone brightly, and the expression he looked at Lind still completely changed from a meal ticket to a treasure.

"Just to be on the safe side, you should answer a few more questions." "Yes, yes." "If there are any mistakes, you can make up for them."

Linde said in a bad way: "Oh, my hands are sore when I write."

Napleer glanced over, and the lecturer next to him stepped forward to squeeze Linde's shoulders.

"How's it going? Is your strength okay?"

"It's okay. But I'm thirsty."

"I'm not thirsty, you don't write with your mouth." A lecturer couldn't help but urge.

Linde touched his throat and acted as if he was too thirsty to speak.

When Naples glared, the urging lecturer snorted and went to make tea.

"Drink. Can you continue answering the questions after you finish drinking?"

"Let me make a preliminary draft. When I feel confident, I will start writing."

"Hurry up then." The professors were all anxious and were busy copying down the answers to the first ten questions. During this process, there were so many ingenious ideas that they exclaimed and turned the examination room into a roaring place. Vegetable market. If this was really a talent show, all the teachers would have turned their backs on Linde long ago.

Linde gently put down the tea cup, closed his eyes and wandered away. His consciousness wandered around the academy, passing through walls, bookshelves, and darkrooms, entering discussion rooms and watching other candidates answer questions.

Soon his eyes fell on Millicent. Everyone else was writing at their desks, but the red-haired girl sat upright, closing her eyes as if she was in a state of wandering mind. The quill was inserted into the ink bottle, and the test paper was blank.

Lind took a break from his busy schedule to visit her. Once he thought of Millicent, whose soft feathers and flying wings were not far away, Lind became restless. The palm of his hand holding the quill seemed to be growing feathers, and the itching was only He could only calm down after holding Millicent's hand. He closed his eyes and wanted to see her. If he couldn't see her, he couldn't help but imagine ten thousand moods in her life.

When the exam was over, Linde wanted to wait for her outside the door of the discussion room. While walking in the quiet corridor, he listened to her share all the details of the exam room and all her experiences. They kept chatting until the sky outside the window turned orange. .

Now it seems that Millicent is in trouble.

Linde came closer and took a look, and he understood the situation clearly. The examiner changed the test paper on the spot, and the originally relaxed test suddenly became harsh. If Millicent knew the theory of magic, she wouldn't be unable to answer every question.

It is said that there is a gap between the professions and the other spellcasting professions. Warlocks rely on intuition to control the magic network, bards rely on singing to change reality, and priests rely on gods to grant magic. Only the path of a mage is the most simple and fortified, just like a warrior who exercises his body day after day.

If it comes to fighting, Millicent can kill everyone in the discussion room, and then go back and forth seven times.

But for her to answer the questions, she would need some academic qualifications. She smiled innocently when faced with the magic theory.

Lind walked behind her, possessed Millicent's ear and asked, "Do you need help?"

Millicent trembled in fright, and her thigh hit the desk with a sound, causing several mages at the same table to cast dissatisfied looks, and the professors also glanced at her.

Linde's current state is even better than invisible. He is in a higher dimension, but he can interfere with lower dimensions. He is like a pure force field creature, but even the wind cannot deflect it.

Millicent gently gritted her teeth and muttered, her voice flowing out from between her teeth: "Lin-de?"

"Yes, it's me." Lind found it interesting. He pressed against Millicent's back, put his head on her right shoulder, stretched out his hand across her slender and strong arms, opened her intertwined hands, and then talked to her fingers clasped together.

She was extremely nervous. In full view of everyone, no one knew about Linde's arrival.

"Don't be nervous." He smiled, a little narrowly, "I won't do anything bad. On the contrary, I'm here to help you, save people in trouble, and save thousands of scumbag students. I am the test god Linde. Little girl, Tell your wish, and I can help you realize it."

Millicent pursed her lips to suppress a smile.

She shook her head slightly.

"You really don't need help? I see a beautiful red-haired girl, but she has to hand in a blank paper."

"would not--"

Linde gently played with her fingers, and a small dimple was made in the palm of his hand by the invisible force field. He was poking the palm of his hand. Then, his palm overlapped with Millicent's hand, like a ghost possessing her. He grabbed the quill, gently shook off the excess ink, and gently wrote a line of answers on the test paper.

"Look, this is a test of God's power. He can answer for you, and he will teach you how to do it." Linde's laughing voice whispered in her ear, as if he was gently chewing on the shell of her ear.

Botali in the Kaleros classroom stared closely at Millicent's movements. An inspector walked to the table and just watched her answer the question.

Linde glanced at the patrolman and knew he was the one looking for trouble.

"Ah, you are being targeted. Do you need help from Kaoshen? There is a buy-one-get-one-free discount for purchasing my service."

Millicent knew he was joking.

She shook her head slightly, indicating that she didn't need help.

"Okay then." The invisible force field palm was removed, but there was still a light weight on his back, so Linde did not leave.

Millicent smiled unconsciously and looked at the historical information in the Silver Network.

"The copy mission is completed and the rewards have been settled..."*16

"Candle Money: 1053"

"Buy primary pyroxene magic."

"The primary pyroxene magic is worth 1,000 candles, which has been deducted."

Millicent began to answer, holding a quill and writing quickly, catching up from behind. (End of chapter)