The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

The night of the celebration party was quite long.

Linde looked like everyone wanted to chat. In the game, there would be an exclamation mark on his head. Of course, he had to join in a chat.

Although Will was depressed after transforming into a tiefling, he was more welcomed by the refugees. With some comfort and encouragement from Lind, he temporarily let go of his worries and joined the happy dance floor.

…

Asdalen was handsome and pale, like an elf transformed from dust under the moon. His blood-red eyes looked dullly at the cheerful crowd. He held a bottle of dry red wine in his hand and sipped it slowly.

Linde asked him: "Why are you so depressed?"

"Oh, it's you." Asdalen usually always has a flattering smile and talks sweetly for free, but at this time, he may be a little drunk, and he is a little tired and irritable.

At this time, Asdalen is more real, rather than pretending to be wearing a mask.

"Look at these people. They are singing and dancing. Without us and such a good person like you, they would still be struggling on the edge of life and death. I feel... unhappy, as boring as this wine."

Linde, however, felt the joy of a good harvest. He not only killed the goblin army, but also saved people. His oath and magical contract had both grown, and it was a double happiness.

Asdalen is a bit evil. He is probably more willing to help the goblins deal with the Green Woodland and watch these people burn in the flames.

Linde shrugged, "Then tell me, how can I have fun?"

"I want to be happy, yes, I want to have sex to my heart's content!" Asdalen's eyes were bright.

"Kind of gay, bro."

"What? Oh, of course not with you. What are you thinking about, my dear. There are so many targets here. I'm going to 'hunt'. Goodbye." Asdalen walked towards a tiefling girl with a smile.

…

Liezel was surrounded by several young tiefling men, who came to talk to the Yankee girl with the mentality of watching aliens.

But the Yankee girl clearly looked down on them, and she bluntly belittled the weakness of young men.

The tiefling youth ran away in fright.

"Can't you chat with them?" Lin De, a social butterfly, came over to chat with them.

When the Yankee girl saw him, the cold luster in Danfeng's eyes dimmed. She raised her head and said, "It's you. That's right, a weak person is not worthy of sleeping with the warriors of Vlaakis."

"You must have misunderstood. They didn't ask you to do that. They just saw that you were new." Linde was not subtle when he spoke to the Yankee girl, because she really couldn't understand the underlying meaning.

"You're good!" The Yankee girl narrowed her eyes and looked serious. "I originally thought you were also an incompetent weakling, but in the past two days you have been so strong in executing yourself that I can see your courage and fearlessness. I believe you even dare to ride. On the back of the red dragon, cut off its horns, then jump on the back of the other dragon."

"Technically speaking, my strength attribute does not support me to perform such high-end operations." Linde felt a little embarrassed by the praise and blushed.

Raizel crossed his arms and said, "How about you, do you want to enjoy the pleasure with me? You will be a good partner, and I will make you feel the real pleasure."

"I am a married man." Linde smiled warmly because he thought of Millicent, his red-haired girl.

Raizel clicked his tongue: "It seems you won't be able to enjoy it. My skills will definitely make you sweat."

"Your words are already making me sweat, sis. Enjoy the night. There are adventures waiting for us tomorrow."

The Yankee girl nodded proudly and said, "Stand by at any time."

…

Karak sat sullenly by the fire. The tin wine glass in his hand was melted by the heat of the hellfire, and it dripped down his arm.

"Unhappy?" Linde sat down next to her, "Don't talk yet, let me guess, is it because of the hell engine in your chest?"

"Ah, it's you, soldier." Karak grinned, showing his bright white teeth, "Don't worry about me, go drink and dance. Tonight belongs to you."

"Don't be so raw."

"I just don't want my personal affairs to disturb you."

Karak and Lind looked at each other for a while, and the silly elder sister couldn't hold it in any longer. She sighed: "I really hate Zariel! And that bastard who sold me to hell! Gotash! Ah! !I really want to tear him apart.”

"Will was punished by Mizora for this infernal engine. It's getting hotter and hotter now, and I feel like it's almost too much for me. Guess what, soldier, there happens to be a blacksmith in the tieflings, Damore, who knows how to repair the engine. , but he needs hell iron, and they are leaving tomorrow, where can I conjure one for him?"

Karak is indeed unlucky. She has been unlucky all her life.

Linde sat next to her and listened to her talk about her past.

At that time, Karak was a small gangster in the lower city of Baldur's Gate. He was appreciated by Gotash and worked for him. This man was so high-sounding that Karak thought he was the kind of big shot who could really change the world, so he was full of respect. The earth works for him.

As a result, Gotash sold Karak to the devil. Betrayed, she struggled to survive in hell, and was appreciated by Zariel. As a result, she was used by the Archduke as his personal military dog.

It is said that when you meet a noble person, your fortune will turn around. Karak was extremely unlucky when she encountered something valuable, twice.

Linde said "Oh".

"As for the Hell Engine, I have a solution. I know a mechanic named Tony Stark. When I consult with him, he will most likely be able to come up with a plan."

Karak looked surprised, she cheered and almost came up to hug Lind.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I almost forgot that I can't have any contact with people right now. Hurry up that Tony of yours, I really can't wait. Do you know what I long for most? A hug!"

"Okay, everything's going to be fine. Want to go dancing?"

"Fuck, of course!"

…

Shadow Heart sat on her knees in a deserted corner, performing routine prayers to Ms. Shar, whom she respected. The laughter seemed to be separated by a layer of water, so she felt extremely peaceful.

As peaceful as the night itself.

Lind and Gale find her.

According to the agreement, they must perform sacrilegious rituals every night, draw divine power, and draw the Netheril Demonic Network.

Seeing the quiet and beautiful face of the half-tall elf hazy in the half-cloud and half-clear moonlight, with a slightly gentle and pure smile, it was like a child returning to his mother's arms.

The two alcoholic warriors, who had escaped from the party, were waiting on the sidelines.

--Fear God, and fear God's ministers and servants.

Shadow Heart's breathing rhythm was not disrupted by the arrival of her companions. She silently recited a prayer praising Shar in accordance with the order's discipline.

hiss--

The strange purple mark on the back of her hand suddenly broke out, causing her a sharp pain like a branding iron piercing through the bone marrow.

Ying Xin suddenly broke out in cold sweat, trying hard to suppress the cry of pain. After a while, the pain receded like a tide.

"Are you okay?" Gale asked with concern.

"It's just commonplace. There's nothing to worry about. Shall we start?" Shadow Heart stood up. (End of chapter)