The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

When the curfew time came, the footsteps of the housekeeper Filch echoed in the bleak castle at night. The festive atmosphere did not seem to affect the gloomy night watchman, who was still so alone, with only Mrs. Norris for company.

Harry was accidentally obsessed and missed the time, so he quickly took out his mobile phone to contact Ron.

[Ron, are you asleep? ]

[No, I'm about to come out to find you, I'm wearing an invisibility cloak. where have you been ]

Harry let out a sigh of relief and asked Ron to pick him up.

"Harry." A soft, hoarse voice sounded from behind.

He turned his head suddenly, and saw a long white beard and a purple wizard robe. Looking up, he saw a gentle old face, and the blue eyes behind the half-moon glasses were still as bright as when he was young.

"Professor Dumbledore. Have you been here long?"

"No, I just arrived. I'm here to pick up Ah Fu. I'm really touched to see you guys getting along happily." Dumbledore's eyes were really wet. Harry couldn't understand the reason for tears at all, and his heart ached. I wonder if all great wizards are so strange.

"Ah Fu is fine. He is very good." The boy wanted to stroke the wolfhound's head, but Afu got up and avoided it.

After hearing this, Dumbledore looked at Ah Fu with more solemn and sad eyes, but his tone became more gentle, "Yes, I know, he is very good, but you have to be careful of him, sometimes, He's going to be very bad, and he's going to do horrible things. From now on, Harry, try to keep your contact with Alfred as little as possible. Never be alone with him. Remember?"

Harry nodded in surprise.

"Good. Good boy." Dumbledore smiled, not seeing the vivid sneer on Alfred's dog's face.

An evil soul whispers silently: Dumbledore, old bee, continue to believe in Harry Potter, treat him as your favorite student, until the day he reveals his evil power, I really want to see what you will be expression.

Harry felt a little disturbed by Dumbledore's gaze. The old man seemed to be very tired. The cheerful atmosphere of Christmas had exhausted his energy for the day. He raised his hand to touch Harry's scar and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

"Only occasionally."

"That's good." Dumbledore seemed to want to say something more, but after all he shook his head. He said goodbye to the boy and led Ah Fu away.

His back looks like an ordinary old man walking his dog, without any of the limelight and grandeur of the greatest wizard of this century. And that wolfhound, like a deformed white phantom, followed Dumbledore's footsteps. Under the cute appearance, there was a lingering unspeakable malice.

Harry waited on the spot, and not long after, Ron found him wearing an invisibility cloak. The two boys avoided Filch and went back to the dormitory quietly.

Lying on the four-poster bed, Harry was a little sleepy, but at the same time he didn't want to go to bed too early, and the anxiety of not wanting to end the day too early urged him to pull out his phone.

Just two days ago, a communication software similar to WeChat was launched on the mobile phone, and the members of the library tower added friends to each other. Harry lay on his side and checked the news in Moments.

The mages of Winterhold are usually socially fearful, but they don't hesitate to share their daily routines on the Internet. Savos Aran posted a 'working' message with a photo of his residence at the academy. Swipe down and mage Mirabelle shares a photo of her sitting in a meeting at the Lord's Palace in Winterhold. Master Brelina posted a photo of a potted lavender with the text "I'm always reluctant to smash it." Master Onmonde sent a nine-square grid. In the photo, there is a magnificent snow-capped mountain scenery and the corpse of a three-eyed troll. Accompanying text "Arrive at the highest monastery in the world - Hothgar! Be with Dragonborn!"

Like, like, like... Harry continued to swipe down.

Hermione shared photos of her Christmas with her family, both wearing wizard hats and smiling. Ron commented below: Looks like fun!

like.

Linde also posted a high-definition picture on Moments a few hours ago. In the picture, the red flag on the top of a towering building is falling, and it was frozen at that moment. He accompanied the text: History lowered its curtain to block a behemoth, 1991.12.25

Harry didn't understand what the picture meant, and he didn't know where Linde had gone. Apart from likes, there were only a few irrelevant comments under this message. He liked the news, and finally couldn't resist the drowsiness. He stuffed the phone under the pillow, closed his eyes and pursued his dreams.

...

Latitude fifty-five degrees forty-five minutes north, longitude thirty-seven degrees thirty-six minutes east.

Seven o'clock in the evening local time.

There was no snow in Moscow, the Christmas night sky was dark, the atmosphere was freezing cold, and crowds of onlookers gathered on Red Square.

Linde looked at the bright red flag over the Kremlin, and waited quietly. There was a man standing beside him, a small man wearing an octagonal hat and a long windbreaker. He also kept his hands in his pockets without saying a word. From time to time, he looked around at the gathered people, always looking thoughtful.

The crowds in the square came and went and gradually increased. In addition to the local people, there are also reporters with cameras, foreign tourists, and patrolling guards with guns. There are young couples in love, middle-aged couples with children, and elderly people with disabilities. There are Muggles and wizards. Linde saw Wizard Zhdanov, that is, before time travel, his graduate tutor, the old professor who always talked about the Soviet Union, now doesn't care about the Muggle world.

Wizard Zhdanov was chatting with his friends. His relaxed expression was incompatible with the crowd around him. They seemed to be just relaxing after dinner, as if this was a countless ordinary day in history.

At 7:38 p.m. local time, there seemed to be a cold wind blowing. Everyone could see that the only bright red long cloth floating under the black curtain was slowly descending.

Linde held up his phone and took a picture.

The short man next to him breathed a sigh of relief.

"(Russian) Are you uncomfortable, Ilyich?" Lind was still looking at the Kremlin.

The short man's words were lost in the noise of the background.

There were several cheers from the surrounding crowd, followed by shouts from responders. This cold and dry atmosphere is extremely lively, as if an airtight cover has been removed, the strange breath from the new era is rushing in, pouring into people's lungs unconsciously, making them scream involuntarily, All the old air in the alveoli is spit out.

No one knows what will happen in the future, some things just happen.

A new banner was raised among the ruins.

The cheers were even louder, drowning out the tears and wails of many.

The Muggle crowd is either happy or sad, indifferent or insensitive.

The wizards watching this scene just found it amusing.

Linde moved out of the crowd together with the man beside him.

"Sixty-seven years of sharks eating your legacy to the last drop of blood. I'm sorry."

"Don't feel sorry for us, young man, on the contrary, I'm happy. We never thought that this social experiment would last that long. It is an irrefutable truth that new things will always appear and replace the old. , but history always repeats one thing twice, the first time as a tragedy, and the second time as a comedy.”

They walked to the west side of Red Square and stood at the foot of the red granite wall.

The short man looked back at the people of the motherland, showing a happy and excited smile. The light from his keen and tough eyes, like red fireworks, shone in another invisible distant time and space, illuminating this dark Christmas night.

"It's time to say goodbye. So be it," he said.

Linde raised his wizard hat, "Merry Christmas, Comrade Vladimir."

The little man disappeared, like a ghost, like a hallucination. But he has been here, they have been here, and they will come back to everyone.