The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

At noon on Monday, the students gathered in the auditorium for dinner. The restaurant, which used to be lively in the past, seems to be even more popular today.

A message hovered over the auditorium like an invisible ghost, and in that message was a man's name, De Lin.

The two Defense Against the Dark Arts classes in the morning are for the fifth and sixth grades, and they are held in all four colleges. By noon, the whole school knew that the transfer student had replaced Professor Quirrell.

The students who attended his courses all described De Lin with awe-inspiring and mysterious tone. They used to call him De Lin the sugar man and De Lin the wizard, but now they call him "the great De Lin"!

De Lin was always on the lips of all, as if he had become an elixir of felicity, the mere smell of which would bring good luck.

Linde's performance in class is one aspect, and the students' appetizing publicity in the morning is another aspect. The senior students didn't feel anything, but those little wizards were scratching their heads.

Harry's mood was undoubtedly mixed with surprises. He thought it was Snape's substitute. For some reason, this old bat was extremely harsh on him. He embarrassed him in the first Potions class at the beginning of the school. Children are sensitive, and he can see Come out, Snape didn't have a problem with him, he hated him! Just like his uncle and aunt, although he couldn't be killed, they would definitely make his life worse than death.

But the good news is that De Lin, the sugar man, is taking over.

At the dinner table, he was so excited that he tapped the spoon on the plate, and the other friends were also very happy. Hermione's face was flushed, and Ron saw her circle Defense Against the Dark Arts on the timetable and draw a smiley face in the corner :)

Compared with the happiness in the student seat, someone in the teacher's seat is unhappy. Seeing Snape's ugly face, Harry and the others felt even happier, and even couldn't help humming the song of the Weird Sisters.

It's a pity that Harry and the others had to wait two days for a Defense Against the Dark Arts session, which is really annoying. The group of little lions asked everywhere, but the senior students who had attended the class all agreed: the first rule of Defense Against the Dark Arts class, don't talk about Defense Against the Dark Arts class!

Sure enough, it is the style of the transfer student, always hiding it, no one has really joined any underground club, or maybe someone has already joined, but they haven't mentioned it to the outside world.

The time was very difficult. Harry recalled his first night at Hogwarts. He sat on the window sill covered by moonlight and talked with Hedwig the owl. He dared not fall asleep for fear of opening his eyes. The wizarding world will disappear. At that time, he was looking forward to and anxious about his future life, but now, he is simply looking forward to it, making people unable to help but think wildly and cannot sleep.

Finally, Wednesday is here, get through the morning, and the first class in the afternoon will be there.

Harry dragged his roommates to the classroom early, and they took the front row seats.

When Lin De walked in, the first-year students still couldn't believe it. They always thought that he would find an empty seat on the desk, but he stood on the podium very briskly, with a familiar demeanor and a calm and peaceful expression. smile.

Harry heard a thump, the sound of his heart falling steadily.

That's right, it was indeed Mr. De Lin who took the place!

"Just in case, there are still people who don't know me, so let me introduce myself again. My name is Lin De. According to the custom of English, you can call me De Lin. In this classroom, you don't need to call me Professor. I'm fine with Mr.

The audience was silent.

"Before the official start of the class, I hope everyone understands that I am just a substitute teacher. Whether you like me or not, you can only see me once or twice in this classroom, maybe only this time."

The little wizards whispered for a while.

"I know the impression Professor Quirrell left on you is very average. I can't make up for the lack of knowledge in a class or two. So let's get rid of the clichés and red tape. I will only teach you in this class. Knowledge and magic that are useful in actual combat. First, I will tell you what a wizard's battle is like."

Harry and the others invariably thought of Linde's eloquent study journey on the Hogwarts Express train. Several friends will smile heartily.

"Wizards fight in two types. One is wizard duels. Maybe some of you don't know that Professor Flitwick was once a duel champion. He will tell you that in a duel match, incapacitating the opponent quickly is all that is required. .” Linde looked around the classroom, “I need a volunteer to help with the presentation.”

brush!

Hermione is always the first to raise her hand.

Linde was also the first to see her, "Then it's you, Miss Granger, please come forward."

Many young wizards sighed in disappointment.

Her eyes were focused, as if she had strength, and Hermione felt the cloak on her back was about to burn. She was pushed by these gazes, making her steps light and light. Walking up to Linde, he was too nervous to speak.

Linde lowered his head and gave the little girl an encouraging smile, then looked around, "Look at so many desks and benches, isn't it a bit crowded?" He stomped his feet lightly.

In the screams of the little wizards, tufts of fluffy hair burst out from the classroom tables and chairs, turning into chubby cats and dogs. With long tails, they meowed one by one, carrying everyone to run in the classroom, and then automatically ran to stick to the walls on both sides, vacating a large space in the middle, and the cats, cats and dogs turned back into tables, chairs and benches.

The children laughed.

Linde sniffed the air, pretended to be distressed on purpose, and asked in a low voice: "The atmosphere in the classroom is too dull, isn't it?" He clapped his hands.

As a result, the walls became transparent, the ceiling stretched and receded, and turned into a blue sky, the sun was shining brightly, the clouds rolled and the clouds were relaxing, the vast wilderness was under the feet, the grass grew to the waist, and the refreshing wind was blowing from all directions. Everyone's desks were half buried in the grass. It seems that they have teleported from the classroom to the Pampas grassland with rich water and grass in an instant.

"What kind of magic is this?" Hermione's eyes sparkled.

"Guess what? Smart girl."

"The Traceless Stretching Curse and Transfiguration, and...the Projection Curse? Well, there's also...the Weather Curse!"

"Great! If I have the right to add points, I will definitely give Gryffindor 10 points!" Linde's exaggerated tone made the little girl giggle.

All the little wizards were amazed by Linde's magical attainments. It was a surprise to them, but to the senior students, it was simply a shock. They had never heard of someone who could cast spells silently without a stick to such an extent. This was no longer like a wizard, but like a God in a biblical story.

More magic than magic.

Lynd is only used to amuse children.

This may be the surplus of the strong.

"What spells do you know?"

Hermione balked and uttered a long list, as if talking about cross talk.

"Are you going to faint? That's good, you will use this trick next."

Linde pointed to the ground, and a small clump of lush pastures grew up. The grass stems were tangled and tangled, and turned into a stocky and lovely grass puppet, wearing a round straw hat, with black X characters on both eyes, and a mouth It seemed to be blocked, showing a funny smile, like a circus clown.

The green grass puppet waved livelyly at the little wizards, and performed a beautiful court courtesy to Hermione in front of her. The Muggle-born Hermione was at a loss and could only bow repeatedly.

"Now, take out your wand. Cast Stunner at it."

Hermione waved her wand sternly and said the spell: Stupefy!

A short burst of red light shot from the tip of the wand.

The grass puppet took off quickly, dodged the spell with a backflip, and bowed to the audience after landing.

The little witch heard the laughter of the students. She looked at Linde in bewilderment.

Lind encouraged her to "try again."

"Damned!"

The result is the same. This time the grass puppets performed a Cossack kick dance.

Not only was Linde not disappointed, but he also applauded Hermione, "It's excellent, I assure you, Professor Flitwick must like you very much, your spellcasting movements are very precise, there are no mistakes in spellcasting, and the spellcasting effect is very stable. It shows that you are very confident. But why did you fail?"

"Because I'm too slow."

"That's right. A wizard's duel needs to be fast, and everything else is prepared to knock down the enemy quickly. I don't know if you have heard of a name, Elizabeth Smuggling, the wizard's duel on Dartmoor in 1379 In the film, she used the Disarming Curse to defeat her opponent and win the championship. Before that, no one was optimistic about her, and even persuaded her to give up the trophy, because her opponent was so powerful that he could easily summon the hurricane that was present in the competition. As soon as the expected duel began, Elizabeth's opponent began to chant a lengthy spell that had the effect of causing a mountain to fall on her head. But alas, it was a simple sentence that defeated such a great wizard 'Ammunition'."

Seeing the pensive looks of these little wizards, Linde took the initiative to stand beside Hermione, facing the smug puppet.

He didn't take out his wand, didn't chant a spell, just flicked his fingers, hundreds of red lights shot out in an instant, like fragments of broadsword mines, covering the cone-shaped area in front of him, no matter how flexible the grass puppet was, It was also directly smashed into pieces.