The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Quirrell woke up from sleep, he felt like a person who had been insomnia for 10,000 years, and finally slept for another 10,000 years, forgetting all the pain in the past.

He touched the top of his head subconsciously, there was nothing but a bald forehead, but Quirrell always felt that he seemed to have worn something on his head.

What exactly is it?

I can't remember it anymore, all traces of the purple turban in history have disappeared with Linde's eternal transformation.

But he didn't forget the person who tortured him, that mysterious person, oh, Quirrell didn't even dare to recall the title of that person!

"Finally woke up. Quirinus, how do you feel?" The voice was old and honest, and you didn't have to open your eyes to know that it was Dumbledore.

"Professor, where am I?"

"School hospital, dear Quirinus, you have been asleep for two whole days."

"Professor Dumbledore, Merlin, I don't know how happy I am to see you, oh..." Quirrell lay on the bed sobbing.

The head of the school hospital is Mrs. Pomfrey, a good doctor who takes her work very seriously. She heard Quirrell crying and immediately wanted to drive Dumbledore away.

"The patient needs to rest and not stimulate his emotions."

Quirrell quickly defended Dumbledore, "No, it's okay, it has nothing to do with the professor, I'm already well enough, there's no need to..." Before he finished speaking, another lightning flashed in his mind, causing Quirrell to howl in pain , fell down.

Faced with Madam Pomfrey's accusation, Dumbledore also felt a little guilty, tucked Quirrell's quilt, told him to take a good rest, and then left.

Professor Quirrell is expected to stay on the hospital bed for another half a month, and during this period of time, someone will need to substitute for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

When he heard the news that the course was vacant, Severus Snape approached Dumbledore immediately. He wanted to fight for the position. This enthusiasm has been going on for many years. The headmaster and he knew each other well. .

Dumbledore also thinks this is a good idea. Severus is a powerful wizard, and he will definitely let the children learn real things. But at this time, Professor Quirrell, who is lying in the school hospital, passed the owl A letter was sent to the principal's office.

The letter was very long, written in a hand that was sometimes trembling and sometimes calm, and it was a full five feet long. Quirrell told about his experience in Albania, how he got along with the mysterious man, how he broke into Gringotts to steal under his instigation, and how he was saved by the transfer student De Lin.

After Dumbledore read this letter, even with his life experience, he couldn't help feeling "see you soon".

Snape sat opposite the headmaster's desk, always with that sullen expression, trying to figure out the contents of the letter, because the expression on Dumbledore's face changed several times as he read it.

"Severus, I'm sorry." Dumbledore looked up from the letter with a guilty look on his face, "Quirinas recommended an assistant teacher, who will be in charge of the Dark Arts during his rest period Matters related to defense."

"Oh, is that so? Interesting." Snape replied subconsciously, he began to shake his legs unconsciously, and when he reacted, he immediately stood up and pressed his hands lightly on the desk, "Who is that teaching assistant? Minerva , or Flitwick?"

"It's De Lin." Dumbledore's tone was complicated, and he almost sighed, "I need to talk to him face to face, Severus, if you don't mind, please bring him to the office."

The first thing Snape said when he saw Linde was: "De Lin, where are you and... the dog?"

"This is Ah Fu. It's very good."

The wolfhound stared at Severus Snape with piercing eyes, which made the former Death Eater feel uncomfortable, "Dogs are not allowed in the school, if you can't take it away, I will Give it a peaceful death with a potion."

"Woof! Woof!!" Ah Fu's lungs were about to explode, if Snape could understand dog language, he would be scolded by Voldemort right now.

Linde was happy, "I don't mind. But it's just right, Professor Dumbledore should meet Ah Fu, he will like this dog."

"I hate dogs." Snape said blankly.

"Wow woof woof!!"

Even with a dog leash, Ah Fu would rush up to bite Snape, and the students passing by all secretly encouraged him in their hearts. If this bite really caught him, it would take less than half an hour. Hogwarts is the biggest The news is: have you heard? The old bat let the dog bite!

"Quiet." Linde said calmly.

The wolfhound suddenly fell down as if his spine had been broken.

"You are well-trained." Snape was secretly surprised, thinking: It seems that there is a way to keep a dog, if I also learned this skill back then, to deal with that annoying Sirius...

"What's the matter?" Linde read a strange malice on Snape's face, not aimed at him, but as if recalling the painful past.

"nothing."

In fact, the old bat and the transfer student had a good relationship. In the first class, Linde showed five ways to prepare the white fresh potion, four of which were not included in the potions textbook, so Snape had to be ignorant. With a conscience, they have had some exchanges since then, and the atmosphere is not bad.

Linde followed Snape to the principal's office and asked, "Professor Snape, I've been studying Charms recently. It's really not easy to invent new spells."

Snape had been able to invent new spells on his own since he was a student, and he was quite experienced in this regard.

It stands to reason that Linde's current knowledge accumulation is enough for him to invent the magic spell, but this matter stumps him. He couldn't figure it out, so he had to admit that his mortal wisdom had limits, so he asked Snape for advice.

Snape didn't refuse either, and asked directly, "Do you know anything about runes?"

"Slightly understand." Linde has consciously collected relevant information, and what he said is slightly understandable, in fact, it is already at the level of an old wizard who specializes in this field.

"The original spells in the British Isles were written in runes, and the wizards at that time were called Druids. With the introduction of Christianity, the runes gradually disappeared, and most of the spells today are from the Latin family. Extended from it, the magic used by today's wizards and the former Druids seems to be different, but there is no essential difference."

"Yes."

"Flitwick must have emphasized that you must be accurate when reciting spells, but you must already know that spells are not important. Language itself does not have magic power, or its magic power is not directly manifested, but must be passed through the wizard. Come and finish, or those Muggles can cast spells too."

Linde is well versed in this, "The most important thing in casting a spell is to have a clear understanding of the effect of magic, to have a firm belief, and to have sufficient magic power. I have all of these, but I just can't create a brand new spell."

"Creating spells is not a process of brainstorming, on the contrary, this process is drowsy, and spells are often born in a wild dream."

After listening to Snape's description of how he created the spell, Linde suddenly understood why he couldn't create the spell, because he hadn't dreamed for a long time.

To be precise, he has never had a dream since time travelling. Maybe it's because of the good quality of sleep, but I didn't expect this to become a problem.

"Aside from dreaming, is there any other way?"

"As far as I know, no." Snape led Linde to the door of the principal's office. Today's password is: cockroach dumpling.

"De Lin, I think we need to have a good talk." Dumbledore stood behind the desk, with a pair of bright eyes hidden behind half-moon glasses, and he looked at Snape again, "Severus, Please give us some time. I will inform you about the substitute class of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Dumbledore turned his gaze back to Linde, and the first thing he said was, "Hey, where's the dog?"