The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

The wizards lit scented candles on the second floor of the White Tower. The quiet and cool scent helps to concentrate, and then they will cast a remote nightmare spell to help them get into the dream of the mastermind of the gods.

This spell is said to be one of the origins of the Imperius Curse [Soul Out of Body], invented by the black wizard Hai Erbo. However, there is also a saying that witches in ancient Greece created it to sneak into the dreams of Muggles. Although the Nightmare Curse can have the effect of conjuring dreams, the people who are entrusted with the dream will often not remember the experience in the dream after waking up. Now this spell has almost been lost.

Most professors are interested in diving into the Mastermind, except for Snape and Grindelwald.

"Professor Snape, won't you come together?" Linde called enthusiastically, "You are the only one among the four deans who will not attend."

"Yes, Severus," Dumbledore also persuaded, "After all, this is the work of our painstaking efforts, just like children, don't you have the heart to miss its growth?"

Snape was finally persuaded. He is not without curiosity, but he is used to being withdrawn and unsocial, which is a kind of protective color.

In the end, only Grindelwald stayed. His reason was that someone must be awake in case of accidents.

The wizards conjured up deck chairs and gathered around the cultivation pool. Everyone lay down together, then waved their wands and said in unison: "[Nightmare Stealth]"

From the nostrils of the people, silver-blue smoke was blown slowly, and it was faintly cast towards the master brain of the god.

As the smoke drilled into the main brain, the wizard's consciousness also came to the world of dreams.

The moment I came to the dream, this feeling was almost like drowning.

Everyone looked around, in the dark world, only each other's souls were shining, and everyone could clearly see their own images. Since the thought body of the soul coat is related to self-cognition, everyone's images also have many personal characteristics.

Linde is the most bright, solid, and colorful of these spirit bodies, and his form is no different from that of a real person. The spirit bodies of other people are more or less similar to ghosts.

Dumbledore's soul body is well-defined, but his long, waist-hanging beard is very vague. Professor McGonagall had cat ears and whiskers on her cheeks in her dream, which made her extremely embarrassed.

Professor Sprout's witch hat is like a garden, decorated with many kinds of flowers, but it's a pity that they are all vague. The lower part of Hagrid's soul body is smoke, while the upper part is a big man in a hunting suit. Professor Flitwick is very special. His soul has a stack of books under his feet. This is what he used to tiptoe in class. It seems that these books are also regarded as part of himself.

James Potter's soul body was relatively blurred, and his face was covered with a layer of mist. This was actually because Linde covered his appearance, otherwise everyone would recognize him.

Snape's clothes were weird. His lower body was jeans that were too short, and his upper body was wearing a baggy shirt and a shabby black overcoat with long sleeves that fell to his knees. He really looked like a big cat. Bat, and his eyes turned from black to green, which made James feel strangely familiar.

Everyone is trying to speak in the dream world, but the concept of language has not yet been born, they can only be tongue-tied, and a strong sense of nothingness surrounds everyone. If it is not for the companions by their side, this must be a very terrifying experience.

Only Linde can speak. He is hardly affected by dreams. He said: "The movement in the dream world depends on imagination. Everyone try to get closer to me."

Under the guidance of the transfer students, the Hogwarts professors gradually learned how to move their souls. At this moment, they are just like freshmen yearning for the mysteries of magic. They are full of curiosity about this fantastic dream world, floating around with excited expressions. It's just that after a while, they feel sincerely tired.

"Don't get too excited. All activities in the dream world will exhaust your mind, and if you are too exhausted, you will fall out of the dream. Now, everyone move closer to me."

Linde was still the free-spirited wizard in the dream, and his words were more effective than spells here.

The professors gathered around Linde like a school of fish, and he stretched out his hand to conjure up a bundle of golden ropes for everyone to tie around their waists, and Linde led them to move.

"Let's go to Ms. Ravenclaw first."

In the empty dream, there is a faint sound of waves, which is the whistling of thinking strings created by nervous activity. These thinking strings are invisible and colorless, but they will continue to wash away the soul, stripping emotions and memories. The rope in Linde's hand emitted a faint golden light, forming a protective layer on the appearance of the souls, blocking the wind and waves.

In the depths of the darkness, a starlight appeared faintly, and Lindra led a group of professors closer to the light source.

What finally appeared before everyone was a small patch of pale land, no more than seven feet in diameter, on which a young girl curled up and sobbed.

That girl was Helena Ravenclaw, and she looked even younger than before, from eighteen to ten.

Linde floated beside Helena, and the professors stood on the crowded land, calling out in unison, like a rescued drowning person.

In this piece of land in the sea, everyone can speak.

"Ms. Ravenclaw." Linde called to the fallen girl, and Helena cried with her head in her arms.

"It's so scary, I died so many times... There is nothing in this world... Give me your memories, or I will fall again."

The pale land was constantly broken in the wave of thinking strings, and the edges seemed to be powdered into white marble and scattered into sand and gravel.

"What's wrong with her? Can we help?" Dumbledore quickly sat on the ground and patted Helena's back, while looking at Linde for help.

"As she said, what we have to do is to provide memories. Let's shape this land together. In this case, it is best to use common memories, which can effectively enhance our thoughts."

"You mean?" Professor McGonagall was the first to react, "Memories of Hogwarts?"

"Yes." Linde looked around the crowd, "We come from different places, and we gather here because of Hogwarts."

Dumbledore's eyes lit up, and he said, "In that case, let's sing the school song! I'll be the conductor!"

Hagrid and Flitwick spoke highly of each other.

"What are you waiting for? Professor Dumbledore, get on with it!" said Hagrid.

"That's right, let the singing invite our memories here! Whether it's joyful or sad, sour or sweet, let them rush in!" Professor Flitwick was elated.

Without waiting for others to express their opinions, Dumbledore had already raised his hands, "Everyone choose the tune you like, get ready, and sing!"

Even if there was no rehearsal in advance, the teachers and students present still sang loudly at the same time.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts,

"Teach us knowledge,

"Whether we are bald old men

"Still the child with a broken knee,

"..."

During the singing, everyone gradually smiled. Looking at each other's faces, Linde felt that the scene was a bit too Disney, but unexpectedly, he felt very comfortable. Helena stopped sobbing during the singing, as if listening to a lullaby. The words of the wizards spit out from their mouths, and they turned into rows of large golden characters, and then scattered into rain, watering the pale ground under their feet.

Immediately afterwards, the land expanded rapidly, from a radius of seven feet, to seven miles, to seventy miles, all in the blink of an eye. Rainwater dyes the land, the soil is grayish yellow, the green grass is green like green, and the water of the black lake is shining. The earth was undulating, the Forbidden Forest emerged in the rain, and a towering ancient castle rose from the ground in the whirlwind.

"Give back to us what we have forgotten,

"You just have to do your best and leave the rest to us,

"We will study hard until it turns into dung."

The singing reverberates, and the memory keeps coming back.

The dark dream sky above their heads gradually became brighter, and what appeared in front of the wizards was a magic school in their dreams.