The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

"Lin, what are you thinking about?" Millicent asked softly.

They were in the dormitory of Rhea Lucalia College. The pyroxene lamp emitted a cold blue light. Lind was sitting on a soft sofa chair, smiling with his lips pursed, his eyes unfocused.

Sitting opposite him was Millicent who was out of the bath, wrapped in a long white silk linen bath towel, her red hair hanging down on her thin shoulders.

Millicent noticed Lind's absent-mindedness. She was no stranger to this situation, because Lind would be distracted like this from time to time, which could be as short as three or four seconds, as long as several hours, or even a day or two.

For Linde, being in a daze is not just a simple thinking activity. He just puts his attention elsewhere, not in a corner of his mind, but in a certain universe.

For example, he has actually always been with Millicent. This is his promise, and he will accompany her until the end - even he can't tell when that day will be. But at the same time, Linde exists in a different universe and is everywhere as long as he "thinks".

"I'm at Hogwarts. They have the Triwizard Tournament."

"Okay, you won't take me there." Millicent complained softly, "Then you don't mind telling me what interesting things happened, right?"

"Of course." Lind curled up in the backrest of the sofa, leaving a small space for Millicent to squeeze in, with his heart touching her back. He liked to listen to the beat of her heartbeat, and the stories she told would also change. There has to be a rhythm.

Lind talked about some of the new changes in Hogwarts, such as the magical version of the Internet, and he was happy about it, "I think I will be able to play that joke soon."

"What's the plot?"

"The Silver Network will conduct a public beta soon, and will issue game qualifications to the multiverse at that time. I'm thinking of ways to make it easier for players in different worlds to accept it. In the world where there is an Internet, I can send a pop-up advertisement with the words : 'Do you want to know the meaning of life? Do you want to truly live? Yes or Yes' How about this idea?"

Millicent didn't understand the joke, so she simply asked: "Why is there only a Yes option?"

"It's just to look humorous. You also know that the players have full control over the specific game process."

She nodded, "You just mentioned the international students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, what next? Are there any cute and interesting ones among them?"

Lind was silent for a tenth of a second, and then said: "The two participating warriors are quite interesting. The Beauxbatons warrior is named Fleur Delacour, and the Durmstrang warrior is named Viktor. ·Krum.”

"Ah, I seem to have heard someone's guilty conscience." Millicent turned sideways cutely and pinched Lind's nose. Her warm breath fell on his neck, which did not arouse goosebumps, but there was still a feeling of goosebumps. Soft nerve impulses.

When Linde saw her eyes, he always felt happy without realizing it. This was probably a habit he would never get rid of.

"Fu Rong is a beautiful silver-haired little girl. At the age of seventeen, there are still many childish things in her speech, but she is smart, cunning, arrogant and cold, and very touching. It's just that my heart is full of you, and I can't hold anything else. Every time I see her pretending to be coquettish in front of me, I have to think of you. Because you have never acted like this in front of me."

Millicent blinked and gently touched Lind's face, "Go on. Don't stop."

"I often think about what if I met you as a childhood sweetheart and a childhood sweetheart. Let the years push us to grow up, and I can see every mood you had when you were young, support each other, and spend many years together, and I can Let you suffer less.

"But when I think about it, these past things that have disappeared from your memory have just shaped you today. I don't have to get involved in your past, because that doesn't make my love for you any less."

Millicent's face was flushed from her collarbone to the tip of her eyebrows. It was as if her bones had been ripped away by Linde's peaceful gaze, and she fell softly on his chest, groping and gently stroking his eyebrows with her fingers.

"You stingy man, why are you willing to tell me this? Haven't I been the one who confided in you in the past? I guess that girl named Furong really impressed you."

"Perhaps I haven't noticed in the past that your appearance has brought changes to my life. Millicent, love is giving away one's own lack. You naturally know what I have always been afraid of. Even I always Turn a blind eye to it.”

The red-haired girl chuckled. She gently hugged Linde's neck, gently supported the back of his head with her palms, and whispered into his ear: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Linde, I will always be here. From the end to the beginning, from A to Z, I will always love you."

Her voice was so soft, like a fine steel sword drawn into a million metal filaments that could wrap around each other's fingers without breaking.

Linde felt a great sense of comfort. Sometimes he would recall that rainy morning, wandering alone on the streets of a foreign country, with only a mobile phone and a fork of instant noodles, and his mood would be like vermicelli dropped on the ground. , wilted, exhausted.

He said he hoped to witness Millicent's past, which may not mean that he hoped someone could intervene in his past and accompany him on his lonely journey.

Love is giving away one's own lack, exposing one's own wounds and weaknesses in front of another person, which is why it is so daunting, and the best quality of love is loyalty, as faithful as a servant, guarding the master's lack until death .

"Millicent."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just making sure you're still there."

"Hahaha. Why do you act like a coward?"

"I just... saw the difference in the future, so I was worried about your disappearance. Even now, you are in front of me peacefully, but in a different world line, you will suddenly leave. I am tired of this feeling, Mastery of one's destiny is not a good thing, it is certainly necessary, but it is poison to life."

"No wonder. Sometimes I feel you are as warm as a living person, and sometimes you are as cold as a ghost, far away and sometimes close."

Millicent suddenly became excited, as if rushing towards a passionate death, and kissed Lind's lips painfully.

Her body was as hot as a white-bodied porcelain vase that had just been taken out of the kiln, causing every finger of a treasure collector to shed its skin. Linde leaned back on the sofa chair, his chest and abdomen felt like dry and cold earth, absorbing her rain of sweat.

The long and short experience of death is fleeting, and they return to the human world.

With tears in her eyes, Millicent said happily: "Look, you are real now, and I am real too. The weight of a moment and eternity are the same."

"Don't you feel tired?" Linde asked softly.

"What? You mean falling in love with you? No, I won't be tired, because this is already the easiest thing I have ever experienced in my life."

"About Fleur, that little girl's performance in the Triwizard Tournament was amazing. She also taught me one thing."

"What is it?"

"I won't tell you for now. Let's wait until our ending."

"A word is settled." (End of chapter)