The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

The Christmas afternoon was extremely joyful. Hogwarts Castle seemed to be magically accelerated by time. In the blink of an eye, the sun fled back behind the horizon, leaving a brilliant sunset-like back. The students who had played wildly all afternoon returned to the auditorium exhausted to eat. Most of the boys had a sick face. They said that they would go back to the dormitory to sleep after eating, but everyone knew that tonight's People don't stop.

Mistletoe was hung in the Gryffindor common room, and senior wizards and wizards hid in corners and kissed quietly. Hormones are better than love potions, and the cheerful atmosphere of the festival makes everyone's eyes covered with soft black cloth, unable to see the world in front of them clearly.

At least Ron was completely confused, he probably played too much, drank too much pumpkin juice at dinner and looked drunk, it took him a long time to realize that Harry didn't go back to the common room, I'm not in the library tower either, and I can't get in touch by sending messages on my mobile phone. Ron asked about others, and everyone said they didn't see Harry.

"Perhaps in the bathroom?"

"Anyone see De Lin?"

"I haven't seen him since lunch."

"Where did they go?"

"Who knows. It wouldn't be a surprise if De Lin stayed here. As for Harry, he'll be in trouble if he's not back after curfew. I hope he remembers the password to open the door."

Ron rolled his eyes, and he remembered the Christmas gift Harry received today, including an invisibility cloak. If Harry didn't come back by then, he could wear the invisibility cloak and go out to find him.

At the end of the year, the northern part of England was wet and cold, the night wind subsided, and the heavy snow falling on Hogwarts Castle seemed like hundreds of millions of withered dandelions every second.

Harry strolled to the third floor of the deserted Astronomy Tower, and sat at the stairhead at the end of the corridor. The high glass windows on the opposite wall cast a faint light, and a watery spot of light fell, illuminating the boy on the stairs and the boy beside him. Colorful Ah Fu.

It's clearly just a dog, but Ah Fu's back looks like a vicissitudes old man.

Harry untied Ah Fu's various decorations while confiding in his heart.

He talked about his tragic childhood, living under the bullying and humiliation of the Dursleys all the time, his childhood was never happy, and all the happy memories about that time were just licking after avoiding the bullying The self-comfort of the wound is the false joy produced after the pain in the mind and body ebbs.

When Harry talked about these things, his sentences were fragmented. He couldn't fully describe the process of being bullied. This was opening a wound, and the pain would prevent him from doing so.

Fortunately, Ah Fu is a very good listener - because he doesn't say a word. Ah Fu's silence and indifference made Harry slowly let go of his guard. He commented on himself in the past, thinking that he was a little stupid at that time, and he didn't dare to resist when he was bullied. Now, he can use magic to protect himself.

Alfred's cold dog face gradually softened, and Harry felt that he and he had the same disease and were bullied.

"In the future, those girls will come to tease you again, and I will protect you."

Afu looked disgusted.

Harry grabbed its dog ears and took off the last butterfly brooch. "There."

At this time, brilliant lights flickered in the corners of his eyes, and there was a slight sound of firecrackers in his ears. Harry turned his head and saw grand festive fireworks exploding under the dark night sky outside the window, as if it was a spring scene that could only last for a few seconds. It flickers on and off.

"Merry Christmas, Alfred." Harry gently embraced Alfred, the indifferent and proud wolfhound was still indifferent, neither getting close nor resisting.

Harry stroked his heart lightly. The "Wizard's Guide to Practical Combat" was usually stored in the imprint of the library, and he could be summoned from the imprint when needed.

He turned the pages of the book, silently released a fluorescent spell with his wand, and read the knowledge from Voldemort.

With the disintegration of Voldemort's memory, more and more thought strings will enter Harry's soul consciousness. Whenever his self-consciousness is silent, these frantic thought strings will make Harry dream. process of integration.

The "Practical Combat Guide" is like a solid coat, a set of stable thoughts, which ensures that Harry's self-awareness will not drift. At the same time, it will also record the strings of thought, extract precious knowledge, and store it for Harry to learn.

The disintegration of the memory will gradually accelerate. If a large number of thinking strings are backlogged in the consciousness, it will make the dream more violent and unpredictable, and the impact on Harry will be greater. Although he is protected by the "Practical Guide", he will not consider himself Voldemort, but the too real dream experience may also distort his personality.

If nothing is done, perhaps Voldemort will die, and a cruel and cruel Harry will be born.

There are actually many solutions.

In view of Harry's current low spellcasting ability and theoretical foundation, the "Guide" suggests that Harry learn to meditate, or keep a lot of sleep, which will help release the strings of thinking. At the same time, he was also urged to master Legilimency as soon as possible, so that he could take the initiative to pull away from the strings of thinking, save them and slowly integrate them.

Ah Fu seemed to be very interested in the "Practical Combat Guide". When Harry silently recited the practice method of the "Death Curse", it poked its head over. Its long nose was like a white sausage, blocking the view.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked quietly.

Ah Fu saw the black magic included in the "Guide", and felt a strange sense of déjà vu in his heart. At the same time, he couldn't help but look at Harry with admiration. I think back when Ah Fu was still a student at Hogwarts, he was cautious, walking on thin ice, and always worked hard to maintain the image of a model student. In the first and second grades, I didn't dare to learn black magic. At most, I studied it secretly, and I had to carefully dispose of the traces every time.

Harry Potter, this brat, the savior of the wizarding world, was only in the first semester of the first grade, and within half a year of being exposed to magic, he began to delve into Avada and eat big melons, and he recorded it in his notebook majestically.

Is this the fucking savior of the Death Eaters?

Ah Fu's dog has a complex expression on his face. If it could talk, it would definitely say: You are a bit too extreme.jpg

Harry pushed Alfred's dog's head away, and his eyes were filled with warmth and anticipation as he watched the death curse, "I want to learn black magic well, and then revive my mother."

The Russian wolfhound with a vicissitudes of life was silent for a while, then slowly raised its paw, and patted Harry on the shoulder as affirmation.

Over the years, it has never been so deeply aware of being abandoned by the times as it is now. In the past, it has always regarded itself as the master of the times, but looking at this young man who devoted himself to evil in the name of love, Voldemort couldn't help but Feeling that the world is easy to grow old.

Maybe one day Voldemort will be resurrected, only to find that the wizarding world has been crawling under the rule of a demon king named Harry.

The current little wizard is really scary, it's better to kill him sooner.

Ah Fu thought this way, the malice in his soul activated the magic on Harry's body, and a strong burning pain came from the contact surface, making him tremble uncontrollably, as if it would cause irreparable injuries in a few seconds. It quickly drew back its paw, moving slightly away from Harry.