The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

"How much untampered history do you remember?"

"Only once in history, the Roman Empire never fell. Neither the Anglos nor the Saxons set foot on this land. At that time, flying dragons soared in the sky, and the epic poem of British heroes rebelling against Roman soldiers was sung on the earth. I once shared with my lover Together they bred the race of the centaurs."

Rhiannon whispered: "Our history is lost. I can't remember the man who was on my back, he has been forgotten and never appeared again... Do you know how gods die? They There is no death, but all traces of existence disappear with the loss of history, and after that, they never appear again."

"People who predict astrology, please remember that the universe does not care about gods, and it will not be sad for anyone's departure. Please protect our past and future, because that is the only trace left by hundreds of millions of creatures in the world. .”

Rhiannon's warning was still in mind when the three wizards returned to Hogwarts.

"Professor, have you thought of anything?"

"Yes, it seems that the Ministry of Magic must be warned to destroy all time-turners." Dumbledore hesitated, but his tone was firm, "Let history go in the direction it should be. For our children and grandchildren."

"I accidentally opened a Pandora's Box." Linde squeezed the Eye of the Tower, "I should withdraw that paper."

"Eternal Transfiguration?"

"That's right. I proved that history can be tampered with and gave an answer. Although it is difficult, it can be done."

"Imagine that I never appeared in this world. I can't see those flowers, I can't listen to the music, all the laughter has nothing to do with me, all the tears have nothing to do with me, and all the love doesn't exist." Dumbledore stood in the afternoon enthusiastically Under the bright sunlight, I felt a little chill, "Ah, it's really something scarier than death. I always thought that I was strong enough, and I've seen everything... De Lin, do you think there will be a kingdom of the dead after death?"

"Maybe." Linde is not sure, he is only the king of the library tower, but not the god of other worlds, "Maybe not."

Dumbledore suddenly laughed again, "Look, I'm just a confused old man. I always thought that death was just the beginning of another adventure. But the truth is more terrible than death. I don't know if I have the courage to face it. To that vanished end."

"If you never existed, then I would just continue wandering the streets of London, find a restaurant to do odd jobs, try to save money under the pressure of the boss, try to save a savings, and then try to invest in stocks, my mind There are many good ideas for making money. Speaking of which, if you hadn't sent the letter back then, maybe I would have become a Muggle businessman, married a wife in my thirties, and then suddenly one day, my child received an owl sent to school Notice. But there is still a possibility that I will die on the street and become an unknown floating corpse on the Thames."

Everything he said was just a fantasy when he first arrived. At that time, Linde was unaccompanied, hungry and cold, and only wanted to have a full meal and a small nest where he could sleep comfortably. Struggling with teasing sadness and anger.

What happened afterwards was something he never even dreamed about.

Dumbledore walked slowly, and he looked tired, like a dying old man overwhelmed by illness.

Linde gently stroked the feathers of the phoenix on his shoulder, "Professor."

"Um?"

"Actually, I have a way to make history certain."

"No. No matter what you want to do, I can support it, but not like this." Dumbledore shook his head, "That's more terrible than history being tampered with, isn't it?"

"Yes." Linde nodded, "Very scary."

"Then don't let us face such a terrible ending, okay?" Dumbledore's tone was very light, as if being blown away by the wind, like a dandelion that never landed.

Linde looked at Dumbledore's sea-blue eyes, which contained complex and unspeakable sadness and sorrow. He was silent for a while, and then said: "Professor, maybe I will find a better way in the future to let the universe remember our name forever, so that infinite distances and countless people are closely related to us. Please believe me, as always of."

After the iron-like silence, Dumbledore suddenly blinked mischievously, "I remember you are going to take the twelve O.W.Ls exams, shouldn't it be time to review?"

Linde laughed relaxedly, and took off his hat chicly to the headmaster, the phoenix Fawkes flew up from his shoulder, and slid towards the tower. He also bids farewell to Dumbledore.

Hagrid didn't speak the whole way. It wasn't until Linde left that he clicked his tongue: "That horse is so beautiful."

Dumbledore agreed, "Indeed."

They all knew that Hagrid would be able to sleep soundly when he got back.

Three days later, the Order of Merlin's second-class medal was sent to Lind in recognition of his outstanding contribution to the theory of transfiguration, but he rejected the medal and published an apology on "Transfiguration Today", He apologized for proposing the unfalsifiable theory of "Eternal Transfiguration", which was suspected of grandstanding, and decided to withdraw the original manuscript and revise it again.

In the end, after research by the Merlin Sirs, it was still decided to award Linde the second class medal.

...

After Linde returned to the castle, he made a special trip to find Harry, and wanted to have a private chat with him on the grounds of checking his study progress.

The "Practical Combat Guide" has added many new pages, and it can be seen that Harry has also done some research on silent spellcasting.

This is the result of his hard work. In addition to his usual study, he also has to participate in Quidditch training after class. As the youngest Seeker in the team, he is highly expected by his classmates and doubted about his ability. In order to repay the trust of his teammates, Harry was always working hard.

Every time he returned to the study room exhausted, he wished he could fall asleep and rely on the alchemy potion made by Hermione to refresh him. He just felt that time was too tight, and wished he could turn a day into forty-eight hours.

"Your progress is pretty good. As a young wizard in the first year, if you can do this, no matter how strict the professor is, you won't be able to find fault. I noticed that you are very concerned about black magic, which is not the field you should be involved in. "

Harry squeezed the "Guide" tightly, and bowed his head without answering.

Linde doesn't discriminate against black magic, but these theories are indeed not suitable for ordinary people, let alone a child. He had seen from the prophecy that Harry's study of the dark arts was to resurrect his parents, and as he continued to study the dark arts, the boy would become paranoid.

Black magic cannot revive a person, as Linde said long ago, at most it can only revive a thought body, even a broken body. However, for wizards who cannot master the eternal transformation technique, this is almost the only way.

"I know why you are so interested in black magic. Have you heard the legend of the three brothers?"

Harry shook his head.

"Then let me briefly summarize. The legend of the three brothers comes from "The Tales of Beedle the Bard". It tells the story of three brothers who each obtained three holy relics from the hand of death. These include the Elder Wand, the Invisibility Cloak and the Resurrection Stone. Among them, the resurrection stone has the power to bring the dead back to life."

Harry's eyes lit up.

"Just as the Philosopher's Stone is the crowning achievement of alchemy. The Resurrection Stone can also be regarded as the crowning achievement of black magic in this particular angle. But black magic cannot really resurrect the dead. The wizard with the resurrection stone summoned misfortune The lover who died young found that there seemed to be a thick veil between them. The girl was suffering in pain and begged the wizard to send her to rest in peace. The beloved was out of reach, and the wizard finally couldn't bear this torture and died. chose suicide."

Linde's words made the fire in Harry's eyes gradually extinguished, but soon, it was rekindled.

"There must be a way." He muttered to himself.

"Harry." Linde stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder, looking into his eyes.

Sadness filled the boy's eyes. He just longs to be loved, and longs to use magic miracles in exchange for someone who loves him. Is this wrong?

"Listen, Harry, I made a prophecy. This time the prophecy was different. It was accurate. I saw the Death Eaters massing around their new master, who was you, not Voldemort, by continually devouring Horcrux, you became a more terrifying wizard than him when you were only thirteen years old. You had no interest in the power you possessed, and only worked hard for the goal of resurrecting your loved ones in your heart. When you found that black magic could not satisfy When you wished, you found another way - you used a time-turner to falsify history."

Harry had that "okay okay, I know you're making it up again" look.

"Don't believe it? Well then. Looks like I have to let you see that future with your own eyes." A magical aura overflowed from Linde's eyes and pierced into Harry's eyes. The boy suddenly fell straight upright, unconscious, In the deep dream, his body was still shaking.