The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

"Licorice wand."

The gargoyle-tongued stone beast guarding the principal's office door sluggishly raised its butt and jumped aside. The wall behind it cracked, revealing an upward spiraling escalator. The steps were made of quiet gray rocks and only made a slight buzzing sound when running.

Before Lind arrived in the office, he heard Dumbledore's loud laughter coming from above his head. It was so powerful that it could scare the pigeons in the square.

"Professor, what are you so happy about?"

Dumbledore was chatting with his old friend Grindelwald, telling old jokes from the last century. He quickly turned his head when he heard the sound, and immediately saw the gentle young man, who was wearing a peculiar classical blue wizard robe. Both the hairstyle and the smile on his face are the same as last year.

It was as if he had not left school, but had just spent a short summer vacation.

It also seems that time has no effect on him, just like the moon reflected on the river, it will never be worn away by the flowing water.

As soon as he took a photo of him, Dumbledore suddenly felt that he was really old.

"Come in." The old principal waved. He grabbed the Elder Wand and waved it. The silver teapot placed on the corner of the table poured hot black tea into the bone china cup, and then put six or seven sugar cubes in it. .

Grindelwald was sitting on a high stool next to the bookshelf, wearing a shirt and suit trousers. He looked like a Muggle elite flipping through books in the library. When he saw Lind walking in, he stood up and pulled the door open for him. The armchair opposite Bullido.

"Long time no see, Professor Grindelwald. No need to be so polite."

The first-generation Dark Lord now seems to be working part-time as the principal's secretary, and in the eyes of outsiders, he is quite interested in taking over the power after Dumbledore's reign.

Of course, in theory, the next principal should be McGonagall, the vice principal, and Grindelwald said that he is not even a professor now.

Of course Linde was surprised, "Why, is the curse in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class still there?"

"I just need to focus on other ventures."

"Like falling in love with Professor Dumbledore?"

Perhaps this sentence was a bit too joking, Dumbledore glared at him, "Drink, drink, let the hot tea burn your tongue into toad skin."

Lind raised his hands in surrender, "I was wrong, Professor."

Grindelwald smiled slightly, turned around and sat back on the high stool, put his left leg on his right leg, straightened his back, and lowered his head to read an alchemy book written by Nicolas Flamel. The other undertakings he mentioned were the Alchemy Workshop at Hogwarts, where he is now the director.

"So, we have recruited a new black magic professor this year. Who is it?"

Dumbledore smiled and said: "An old friend, Mad-Eye Moody. What do you think of him?"

"I haven't even seen him."

"That means there's no problem?" the old principal said slyly. He was setting a trap for Linde, just to let him predict whether Professor Moody was clean or not.

"..." Linde shook his head feebly, he was not in the mood.

Dumbledore fell silent and looked at Grindelwald. The old devil closed his book and walked out of the office quietly, closing the door behind him.

"Tell me about it, my disciple."

"say what?"

"You're unhappy, aren't you? What happened?"

Dumbledore stood up, the smell of bath essence wafting from the loose and soft nightgown on his body. He walked to the cupboard and took out an iron box of cookies, a can of cockroach dumplings, a can of Lemon Olaf, and a box Cream fudge, a box of pistachio baklava, and then piled them in front of Lind, filling the space on the table.

His reception was overly enthusiastic, and Lind had the illusion of going back to his grandmother's house, but the old man's biscuit tins were often filled with needlework and rags.

"Little things that don't matter."

"Is it really irrelevant?" Dumbledore's blue eyes behind his half-moon glasses revealed the radiance of wisdom, "Look, Lin, I have lived for many years, and I have fought with all kinds of people. Communicate.

"It is always easy for us to ignore the feelings of the people around us and feel that their affairs are insignificant. But the people around us are responsibilities that we must shoulder. When dealing with a person, you must realize that you are dealing with a bunch of troubles. Deal with them, and you can’t shake them off.”

"Yeah?"

"We never know anyone other than ourselves." Dumbledore intertwined his fingers and placed them on his old man's bulging belly, relaxing his body like a cat curled up on the sofa. "How do you treat others? , it’s how you treat yourself.”

"That makes sense, Professor."

"One day, everyone will leave us, but there is still one self who will always be with you. At that time, you will see the shadows of the people you once knew in yourself."

Linde pretended to be taught and nodded gratefully.

Dumbledore's smile faded. He became serious and asked, "What happened?"

"A girl is dying. She died because of me." Lind shook his legs gently, held his chin with his hand, and lightly scratched his lips with his ring finger, "The girl I admire very much, I saved her once, but I didn't I can't save her a second time."

"Is there any way to keep her alive?"

Whether it was Dumbledore or Millicent, their first concern was how to keep people alive.

People who have experienced hardship do not believe that there are obstacles in life that cannot be overcome. Even if they bite their teeth and bleed, they must survive.

The meaning of life is to survive, let yourself survive, let others survive, and let all life survive. This is the three realms of mortal mind.

In the trolley problem, if he could block the trolley with his body, Dumbledore would jump onto the tracks without hesitation. Just like he would choose to sacrifice Harry Potter to save the wizarding world, between saving Harry Potter and himself, he would choose to sacrifice himself.

The nobleness of morality is reflected in these difficult choices, and the old principal has enough wisdom and calmness to make the best choice for the ethnic group.

"Let her forget about me and stay away from me completely. This is the way."

"Then let her forget about you." Dumbledore smiled easily, "What a simple way. No one will die from this, everyone is happy."

Linde suddenly smiled with relief, "But I will not forget her. It turns out that the person who has been reluctant to let go is not her, but me. Thank you, Professor."

"Do you regret this?"

Linde lay on the backrest, speechless.

Melina is really a good girl, so good that she can make people regret her for the rest of their lives without even realizing it. She is really the best Enka Higuchi.

…

Underground in the royal city.

Melina stood in front of the gate that sealed the epileptic fire. The road was not easy to walk. Without Millicent's help, it would be almost impossible for her to walk through the dangerous sewers alone and defeat the ominous omen guarding the epileptic fire. But now she stood before the final hurdle.

"Don't go," Millicent said. "Stay alive."

"The epileptic fire must be cleared. This is the last step for all living beings in the border area to gain peace." Melina gave the reason why she had to go.

Indeed, epilepsy is equivalent to a nuclear weapon. Once it explodes, the entire border area will be completely destroyed. Melina is going to die as a martyr to eliminate the biggest hidden danger for world peace.

Millicent understands Melina's sense of mission. Death is not scary to such people. They have already dedicated their lives to a great cause. Even if no one knows about Melina's sacrifice in the future, she will still not regret this decision.

So she took off her clothes and went to see the epileptic fire. She could not dress, and there could be no barriers between lives, otherwise she would be burned by epileptic fire and go crazy. Melina had to stay sane.

"Thank you." Before pushing the door open, Melina turned her head to say thank you, and at the same time stretched out her hand and handed over a golden whistle. "Without you, I couldn't get here. Please give this flute to Lin De, please take good care of Torret."

Millicent looked at the girl who was as plain as a white fish and suddenly felt infinite sadness. Melina's first life was to burn herself to death, which was a voluntary sacrifice made in order to become a fire girl. Now she has to make a second sacrifice.

Everything is for the sake of the sentient beings in the border area.

This sad land has buried countless sad stories. Even gods are suffering, and all sentient beings are sinking in pain.

But now, everything is looking up, and the god Lani is about to lead the Junction to the new world. If Melina eliminates the biggest hidden danger, this land will surely usher in a long period of prosperity.

"Goodbye, Torrett." She smiled briefly and looked at Millicent again, "Bless you too. Take care."

Millicent stared blankly at the girl's delicate back, stepping step by step towards the red and golden door of epileptic fire, like a white star swallowed by the abyss.