The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

There was only a layer of soup left in the iron pot on the campfire, and everyone was full. The owlbear cub ate a pig hind leg and lay next to its dead mother, not daring to get close to the adventurer.

The sky was getting dark, and Linde had a feeling that tonight would not be so simple.

After dinner, everyone tidied up their tents, had some activities and exchanges before going to bed, and then fell asleep. The second night of adventure has officially arrived.

When everyone had gone to sleep, Linde was still guarding the bonfire. He was waiting for someone, no, a god.

The gravekeeper walked into the camp in the moonlight, and his arrival hardly alarmed anyone.

"Here you come?" Linde raised his hand to greet him, "Have you had dinner?"

"Destiny brings us together again," the tombkeeper said.

"Do you plan to always be the Riddler? That's okay." Linde chuckled and shook his head, "You old man is too old."

The gravekeeper looked at Linde calmly.

Yeager may be the god closest to Io in the realm of heaven. His essence is too mysterious and extremely powerful. At the beginning, Yeager divided the godhead among three mortals, creating two powerful divine powers and one medium divine power. He still had the remaining A weak divine power is really ridiculously strong.

The rise and fall of the Netherese Empire has the shadow of Jaeger behind the scenes.

The three gods of death have created all sorts of chaos and conspiracies, which in Jaeger's eyes are no different than playing house.

The old man is too old and treats other gods like children. Linde probably had the same image in his eyes.

Compared to Io and Stan Lee, Yeager has no sense of fun and is the kind of serious old man who is difficult to get close to.

However, he showed a very tolerant character. Even if he treated the tomb keeper as a sandbag or a wooden stake and chopped it up wildly, the old man would only comment a few words, "Well done.", or "It's hard to hit anyone." You don’t have the energy, but you still want to be an adventurer?”

The tombkeeper walked around and observed everyone in the camp. Then he silently took out a beautiful book and wrote on it with a quill, sometimes nodding and sometimes shaking his head.

Finally, he put away his notes and whispered: "Destiny is still on the right track." Then he found a quiet corner to stand in a daze.

From tonight onwards, the tombkeeper will be the mainstay in the adventure team’s camp.

In addition to being a Riddler, the old man is also a powerful tool man. He can resurrect dead team members and summon wandering strong men from the world of the dead, allowing them to participate in adventures as mercenaries.

Linde stepped forward and asked, "Can you recruit mercenaries here?"

The tombkeeper stretched out his hand with a clear meaning: give money.

The price of a mercenary is one hundred gold coins. There are twelve mercenaries of different professions and races to choose from. If you spend another hundred gold coins, you can change the mercenary's profession.

For a lone adventurer, mercenaries are a helping hand and can participate in battles, while for an adventure team, mercenaries can take on logistical work.

The tombkeeper opened the book in his hand, flipped through it, and handed over the page with the mercenary list.

Yeager's current job is to be the scribe of the God of Death. This seemingly ordinary book is actually an artifact.

Linde wanted to look at other pages of this artifact and peek into Yeager's diary, but the pages seemed to be stuck with glue and could not be turned.

The gravekeeper stared at his little movements.

"Don't be so stingy. At worst, I'll go see Io's tablet of destiny."

Lin De took a look at the tool he needed. He dug through his pockets and found three hundred gold coins, but his pockets were already empty.

"Here are two mercenaries, and let one of them change his profession."

"As you wish."

The first mercenary is the male rock dwarf wizard Sir Fukuzawa Rumple. He has silver hair and a silver beard. He has a very gentlemanly temperament and a solemn and meticulous expression on his face.

The mercenary walked out in a flash of magical light, saluted to Linde, and said: "This body is at your disposal."

"The work of preparing alchemical potions will be left to you from now on. Remember to collect herbs on the way. We will entrust the purchased materials to you."

"You are the master - as it should be." Sir Fukuzawa Rumple nodded.

With a dedicated pharmacist, the adventuring party can obtain sufficient potion reserves at a low cost.

Potions, elixirs, grenades, weapon coatings, and a variety of alchemical products can greatly improve combat effectiveness.

Linde can also prepare potions himself, but he doesn't have that free time now, and having a spellcaster who is completely obedient to his orders can save him a lot of time and energy.

The second mercenary is the golden dwarf Eldra Luslin, a woman who is a barbarian by profession. Linde took a fancy to the strong vitality of the golden dwarves and asked the gravekeeper to change Luslin's profession so that she could become a priest in the field of life.

Priests have many unique magical skills, and the effects are very amazing. Priests in the life domain are even more powerful. With her protection, team members can fight with peace of mind and no worries.

The two mercenaries did not need to rest. They stood quietly beside the tomb guard, like mechanical dolls.

After all this work, Linde could finally rest. He got into the bed beside the campfire and closed his eyes to rest.

The teammates were all snoring. Except for Gale who was just grumbling, the others were not calm.

The Yankee girl's snoring echoed in the cave, making Linde suspect that she was a tractor in her previous life.

Shadow Heart, Will, and Asdalen also snored loudly and talked in their sleep. Occasionally, two people's sleep talk would even connect, and they would chat across dreams.

The teammates were all huddled around the bonfire. Linde's head was pointing at Ying Xin's feet. This girl had been walking for a day, and her feet, no matter how fragrant, were stink.

Linde suspected that his feet also smelled like this, because Will, who was sleeping next to his feet, wore a mask of pain in his sleep, and his face was as ferocious as if he saw his great-grandmother who had been dead for many years.

He silently got up and went to the riverside of the cave to fetch water and soak his feet. From now on, before going to bed, he would advise everyone to develop a habit and ask Sir Fuselump to make some deodorant. Don't be sloppy when you go out.

After washing his feet and returning to the campfire, he turned around and fell asleep with Will's head next to each other.

As soon as he closed his eyes, a deep dream impatiently surrounded Linde.

This dream was not peaceful. The mind flayer tadpole was squirming in his brain. During the day, Linde frequently used the tadpole's spiritual power. Now it has become overactive, eager to devour the host's brain tissue and eager to complete the transformation.

As we all know, the mind flayer's transformation is irreversible. The process is horrific and painful, as if the soul is being torn apart.

Linde twitched unconsciously in his dream.

The pain in his body flooded him like silent sea water, slowly suffocating him.

When the pain was about to wake him up, a magical light fell on Linde, and his frown relaxed.

The process of transformation stopped.

Linde faintly woke up from his sleep, but in front of him was not the rocky sky of the owlbear's lair, but the boundless purple universe, with nebulae like curtains of the gods, and stars twinkling silently in the deep sky.

This is the astral realm.