All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 161 The fake history book

On the night of Halloween, the students rushed to the new campus overnight. This is a newly built school building, located in the north of the old campus, around the white tower.

Because the new dormitory has not yet been built, everyone can only temporarily gather in an empty building to spend the night. It is frustrating to live in a house that has not yet been renovated. The lively atmosphere of Halloween has suddenly cooled down a lot. It’s also very cold at night in northern England in November.

The students lit up the magic flames one after another, clusters of blue fires, like glowing meteors falling on the ground. Six or seven students formed a circle, with girls on the inside of the empty hall and boys on the outside. The professors will stay tonight, too.

There are many little wizards gathered around Ms. Moon Shadow, like a group of chickens living under their mother's wings. No one can make them feel safer and more secure.

The house elves brought bedding and mattresses one after another, as well as many soundproof curtains, dividing the empty hall into many temporary dormitories.Many students were running around, passing through layers of soft drapes, like a circus tent, telling jokes by the beds of their classmates, or sharing dinner food.

After cleaning and decoration, the venue, which will be used as a greenhouse in the future, has become pleasant and comfortable. The ceiling is a large glass dome without a steel frame. The entire thing is transparent, as if it does not exist. The starlight tonight shines through. The dome illuminates the children's cheeks, and the bright Milky Way looks extremely charming.

Soon the young wizards at Hogwarts fell in love with this temporary dormitory. It was so fun for everyone to spend the night together. They felt like they could talk all they wanted and wished they had twenty-four hours tonight. Some senior students even showed suspicious smiles. Take Percy, for example. His eyes are fixed on the Ravenclaw prefect. There is no doubt that there must be young lovers who want to take this opportunity to get together.

What a mind-blowing, dreamy night.

Professor McGonagall's words dispelled the students' bad thoughts.

"Turn off the lights and go to bed when the number of people is counted. You are not allowed to move around. Boys and girls are not allowed to cross the central axis. I hope you understand what I mean."

There was mourning in the arena.

"Now I'm completely disappointed." A Hufflepuff boy was already preparing to roast marshmallows by the campfire. If the professors had maintained order for a little longer, this group of fools would have started a lively bonfire party.

The prefects of each college began to count the number of people.

"Ginny Weasley, Romilda Vanney... Parvati Patil, Hermione Granger... all the Gryffindor girls are here."

"...all the Ravenclaw girls."

"...all the Slytherin boys are here."

The prefects reported one by one.

Percy held the roster and murmured, "...De Lin, oh, you are there, George, Fred, Jordan, Andrew...Ron, where is Harry? Where did Harry go?"

Ron looked nervous, "He, he went to the bathroom."

"You didn't lie, did you? Where did he go?"

"I really went to the toilet, and I'll be back in a while."

Percy stared at his brother for a while. The cold sweat on Ron's face looked suspicious. He turned to report to Professor McGonagall: "Professor, Harry is not here."

Ron stamped his foot in annoyance, and exchanged glances with Hermione.

McGonagall called the two unlucky children over, "Do you guys know where Harry has gone?"

Hermione fidgeted with her fingers nervously while Ron continued to act dumb.

The professors gathered together, in the posture of three-course trial, Snape said in a cold tone, "It seems that our Miss Know-it-All decided to abandon her friend's life with a little loyalty. Harry is in the castle now, isn't he?" ?”

Ron nodded, Hermione shook his head, they were taken aback, then Ron shook his head, Hermione nodded.

Professor McGonagall laughed angrily, "I didn't know you had the guts to lie to the professor. Fifty points from Gryffindor House, fifty points from each of you, and as for Mr. Potter."

Snape said glibly: "It's not an exaggeration to deduct a hundred points from him, if Mr. Potter is still alive when we find him."

Hermione was so sad that she almost cried, not because she was worried about Harry's safety, but because she was worried about the college points.

"Ms. Moonshadow will resurrect him anyway." Ron muttered softly.

Snape heard it, and he was as angry as if he had been stabbed by a needle. He leaned up to Ron and whispered: "Mr. Weasley, don't think that there is no price for reviving a person. Ms. Moon Shadow can't revive a wreck. If you don't want to see your friend reduced to a pool of lifeless flesh, then quickly dismiss your ridiculous chances. It is a basilisk, one of the most dangerous monsters known, it can swallow like a small mouse Eat Mr Potter, do you understand?"

Ron nodded submissively.

The Headmasters rushed to the main castle to search for the missing Harry.

As soon as they left, the students in the venue immediately became active. The remaining professors obviously couldn't control these naughty guys, but Ms. Yueying simply had a permissive attitude and allowed the little wizard to play around. After a while, the aroma of roasted marshmallows and barbecued meat spread.

The little wizard folded the quilt into a small tent, surrounded by the magic flame-this thing is very reliable, it will not ignite debris, and it can burn in water-tell ghost stories, bake food, play gobstones, and play wizard chess.The whispering sound is like a pond with frogs croaking on a summer night.

Linde's bed was at the foot of the wall, close to the central axis. The sounds of the girls playing not far away were as clear and sweet as the hooves of birds.

"What are you looking at, De Lin?" A new Ravenclaw student came over. She also sat next to the wall, her body slightly leaning out of the central axis.

Linde turned to look at the girl, "It's just a history book."

"Can I have a look?"

He handed over the Book of Mora, and the freshman opened it casually. The first quarter of the pages of the Book of Mora were stuck together and could not be read. The freshman stared at the music score on the page and hummed softly. Bright tune.

"I like it," she said. "This melody reminds me of someone."

"Who?"

"Myself." The little girl laughed happily. Hand the book back.

Linde looked at her differently, "You are very talented, what's your name?"

"Luna, Luna Lovegood, people call me a crazy girl, call me what you want."

"Sometimes it's good to be a little crazy, which means not being bound by common sense. Why do you think this melody reminds you of yourself?"

"Oh, when I was humming, the image that popped up in my mind was that I was walking on the grass, and the moon shone down, it was very beautiful." She frowned slightly, "And I saw a person, but it was very vague."

"Ms. Moon Shadow, right? You can talk to her, she likes you very much."

"Thank you!" Luna's eyes lit up, and she hurried to find Ms. Moon Shadow. She was barefoot, and her arches and ankles were red from the cold. It seemed that someone had stolen her shoes.

Linde unfolded the Book of Mora, and the ink on the pages condensed into the earth and the moon, moving in the eternal trajectory.

When other people read this book, they can only see a small piece of music, which is their destiny movement, which heralds their luck for a period of time in the future.What Linde saw was the fate of the world.

This summer vacation, the great god Iluvita taught him how to create grand music.

The grand movement is a more original world structure than the time and space of the universe. It is history itself and the soul of the universe.If the universe was born with a big bang, then the grand movement predates the big bang.

The function of the grand movement is similar to the law, but it is more humane. It allows every soul to become a creator, and it allows living beings to break away from the movement.The law is merciless, but the music is.

Linde has not lit the magic fire yet, so he cannot compose grand music.

Fortunately, he came up with a new way. Since he couldn't create his own, he translated the existing soul of the universe into a great movement.

Linde used the Book of Mora as the carrier of the cosmic soul, and transformed the cosmic thought strings into melodies, which were recorded in the Book of Mora. Making it a fake history book. The coverage range is the entire earth-moon system. After all, this is the first experiment, a small test of the skills.

The grand movement in the Book of Mora and the real history are two interrelated and independent systems. It can even be said that they are two different timelines, but they overlap in the same space.

Lind can modify music, delete melodies, or create music through the Book of Mora, almost omnipotent.

However, modifying the movement can only indirectly affect the soul of the universe.

Those melodies deleted by Linde did not die in real history, they will still live as usual, and their actions will no longer affect the grand movement.

Big movements don’t go on endlessly. Because the capacity of the Book of Mora is limited.

Although the Book of Mora theoretically has an infinite number of pages, the information produced by the Grand Movement is also infinite.

The more detailed the recording, the greater the amount of information produced. The information content of recording what a person does in a day is several orders of magnitude different from recording the activities of every cell in the person's body. The Book of Mora records not physical information, but mental strings.

The Book of Mora was first recorded on August 13th. As time goes by, the huge amount of information generated by the big movement has filled a quarter of the book's pages. It is foreseeable that this book will be released on the 6th of next year. The month is completely filled.

At that time, the Book of Mora will receive an upgrade - Hermaeus Mora is very satisfied with it. And cast a pleasant look at his master Lind.

After all, he is the Demon God of Knowledge, and what he likes most is knowledge.

Lind is not eager to upgrade the Book of Mora. He values ​​the process more and enjoys the experience of weaving destiny. This is an extremely precious practice of truth for him, and for the world, it is a journey without worrying about the consequences. party carnival.

There are some interesting things going on at Hogwarts tonight.

Perhaps I should have explained earlier, but this narrative method is so boring that I have never dared to use it. I hope it won't affect the final outcome of this plot.