All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 165 Christmas Travel Winery

When Dumbledore walked out of Nurmengard, he was still alone. The bleak black fortress was ignited with blazing magical flames. It was not burning anger, but a blazing flame that brought light.

The fire came from behind, illuminating the dim world, but Dumbledore could only see his long shadow on the snow in front of him.

In the pine forest of Austria, the snowy owl flew up and hovered in the quiet moon sky. Dumbledore looked up and saw a dark figure standing on the branch of the pine tree, as stable as a stone statue on the spire.

"De Lin." The old educator said helplessly, "Don't stand so high, be careful of falling."

Lind landed lightly in front of Dumbledore, covered in firelight, with a youthful smile on his face. The owl landed on his shoulder and nodded to the old educator.

"Professor, it seems that you have had an unpleasant reunion." He joked.

"How long have you been here?" Dumbledore smiled warmly.

"Just passing by," Lind said, "By the way, Merry Christmas, Professor."

Christmas is an important festival in the West, similar to the Chinese New Year, and Linde's greetings are almost like saying a happy new year.

Dumbledore was stunned. "Christmas?" He took out a brass pocket watch from his pocket. The pointer had already passed twelve o'clock. "Ah, it is indeed Christmas. I wish you a happy life too, De Lin. Are you preparing?" travel?"

He saw that Linde had changed his wizard robe into a windbreaker with leather boots and hood. He looked very capable, like a young mountain man returning from deer hunting.

"We have already started traveling. Do you want to come and see my campsite? It's not far away."

"my pleasure."

They walked along the snow-covered path in the pine forest, gradually moving away from Nurmengard. Lind asked about Dumbledore's conversation in the tower. He actually knew everything, but he just felt that Dumbledore needed to talk.

"Gellert, he has always been like that." Dumbledore was wearing slippers. The night in eastern Austria in December was quite cold. His old and fat feet were red and sore from the cold, covered with snow and Mud, but I don't care at all, "From the first day I met him. I can see that he is a pure person who will risk everything for his ideals and beliefs."

"You two are old friends."

"Almost a hundred years ago. In the summer of 1899, not long after my mother died, I had to return to the village to take care of a disabled sister and a wayward brother at home. Gellert was also in Godric's Hollow. That's how it happened By coincidence, we met each other through the introduction of his aunt... Well, it still seems like yesterday. When I was young, I believed that every encounter in life was a coincidence, but now I know that fate will attract people to each other. "

Dumbledore's eyes were brighter than the reflection of the snow on the ground, and his face was full of a smile that missed the old days. He was already over a hundred years old, and Grindelwald was his close friend and even lover who he had met when he was seventeen years old.

Although their close relationship only lasted two months before their contact was interrupted due to the death of their sister Ariana, this deep relationship has lasted for a century and has not been severed to this day.

"Professor, you are very happy to see Grindelwald come back." Linde observed his words, "Rather than letting him rot in prison until he dies of old age, it is better to burn him again at the end of his life. Add a fire to this crazy world. .”

Dumbledore blinked, pretending not to understand.

"You stayed there for half an hour. Did you get any inside information?"

"Yes, Grindelwald thinks this is a good time. He plans to have a public duel with Lockhart to defeat the Muggle forces behind him."

Linde couldn't help applauding, "Our new Minister of Magic is so lucky! I think with his character, if he hears that Grindelwald is back, he will definitely happily invite him to a duel. Compared with holding in the school The duel meeting, the innocuous competition with the battered Professor Snape, and the ability to fight the first Dark Lord in an upright manner will make him famous even more."

Dumbledore's eyes were strange. He felt that Linde had planned for a long time.And it seems to know another history.

"Gellert will kill him." The old educator was very sure. "The years in prison have not changed his character. Although I can see that he is a little softer and kinder than when he was young, he will never resist anyone who blocks him. Show mercy to the enemies of the road.”

"You think Lockhart is bound to lose? In fact, he can definitely become the winner."

"How is that possible? Gellert won't be bought."

"I mean defeat with dignity. With magic."

Dumbledore was silent for a while, and finally couldn't help laughing.

"Whenever a Niffler can beat a Charmander, then Lockhart can beat Gellert."

"Professor, magic is the power of belief. If Muggles all over the world think that Lockhart is stronger than Gellert, then he can defeat the Dark Lord."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. Of course he knew that the power of faith is very magical. Fear can make Voldemort invincible. The power of love can protect Harry from harm. The root of magic is related to faith. This is its background.

"But it is not without cost," the old mage said bluntly. "The power of faith is elusive, just like the clouds on the water. When it is clear, it is within reach, but when it is touched, it breaks into ripples."

"It seems untouchable, just because there is no way to master it. Professor, do you still remember the three-layer structure of the soul I proposed?"

"Of course. Simple but effective model. Refreshing."

"The body of thoughts is made up of beliefs, and it is composed of the strings of thoughts that are placed on names. A powerful body of thoughts can make people become gods. If you want to see your body of thoughts, I can help you extract your soul and dissect it on the spot."

"No need!" Dumbledore refused quickly.

"In fact, there are also methods of indirect observation, such as the Mirror of Erised. It can reflect the scene in the thought body that represents your inner desire. If you see other people in the mirror, it means that they occupy a huge part of the thought body. portion."

Dumbledore's eyes flashed with sadness. He didn't want to continue the topic of the Mirror of Erised, "You have a way to use the mind body, don't you?"

"Yes. I know one method, and I'm trying the second one. The first method is actually very simple, that is, the soul leaves the body, loses the armor of the flesh and blood body, and the thought body will emerge. According to some folklore, the famous This is why most mortals become gods after death. In my hometown, this happens from time to time."

"Sounds good, what about the second one?"

"The second method is to place your faith on objects. Inanimate objects can also have thoughts, and because this is their only soul, they can naturally use it... Oh, here we are, my campsite. .”

Dumbledore was thinking about what Linde said, when he suddenly heard the reputation, in the silent pine forest, stood a brightly lit two-storey tavern, which seemed to have crossed over from London in the Victorian era, with red brick walls , with pointed roofs and steaming chimneys, and warm lights behind the frosted and foggy glass.

The hangtag in front of the door reads "Three Cups Travel Wine House". A strange name, Dumbledore thought.

Why is there such a tavern in the middle of nowhere? The old mage had a vague suspicion in his mind.

Linde stepped forward and knocked on the door.

A girl in an old-fashioned maid outfit opened the new green-painted wooden door from inside.

It was clearly visible in the light that she was a beautiful young girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old. Her left eye is tightly closed, and her short hair is reddish chestnut. Although she is young and beautiful, her face is always expressionless and cold.

"Welcome." She greeted the old and the young outside the door, and couldn't help smiling when she saw Linde, but said nothing.

"Thank you. Professor, this is Melina, my friend."

"Hello, Miss Melina, please excuse the old man's late night visit." Dumbledore took off his hat and bowed, a polite old gentleman.

"It's busy right now." Linde hurried two steps inside and shouted to Malika behind the counter, "Two glasses of grog, please!"

Dumbledore walked into the tavern, which was actually very lively and full of people. The guests in the hall exchanged glasses with each other in high spirits. Lady Moonshadow, Aran, Dragonborn, Lydia, Thorin, Bilbo, Gandalf... these are all familiar faces, and there are also some strangers, including Seren, Tops, Lani, Millicent…

"Dumbledore!" Bilbo screamed when he saw him, "I thought I would never see you again!" They hugged each other warmly. Everyone greeted him one after another.

Linde returned to Dumbledore and handed over the wine glass, "I've been preparing for the tavern for the Christmas special for several days, and I've invited many friends. How about it, isn't it good?"

"I have a hunch this is going to be the most memorable Christmas ever."

Lind and Dumbledore clinked glasses, drank the grog, and both burst into uncontrollable laughter. The people around them immediately pulled them to join the drinking party, and the night was still going on.

The Christmas special tavern should not develop into Wanjieliu.Next, I may write a few chapters of relaxed daily life, and the plot will be presented in the form of folklore.It's probably a tavern that travels around, and then the Muggles and wizards who break into it experience bizarre stories and so on.Look at everyone's response, if you feel boring, simply skip it.