All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 280 A family of three who don’t know each other

On a winter morning at Hogwarts, a layer of hoarfrost formed outside the window, and icicles hung on the stone walls.Some young wizards pulled out the ice and used it as a magic wand in their hands, chanting incantations, and the students who were pointed by the ice wand pretended to be immobile.The auditorium was full of laughter in the early morning.

Lin De went out for a morning jog alone before dawn. In winter, the daylight hours are short and the dark snow is quite scary. On the way back to the castle after running, I happened to meet the professors. This group of wizards looked pale and tired, and each looked more like a ghost than the last.

"Good morning, Professor."

The transfer students greeted them standing in front of the main castle gate.

He kicked his boots and shook off the ice on the soles of his shoes. One professor after another did not forget to nod his head as they passed by him. Dumbledore also praised the new helpers for their good standards, and said that Linde had a good eye for people. .James Potter fell last, his steps staggering, his joints clicking, like a zombie crawling out of a grave.

James held Lind's arm, his face was in a daze for a while before he focused his attention on the transfer student. He said softly: "Merlin's leg hair, this job you found for me is really troublesome. You Do you know how many times I cast the spell last night? More than a thousand! I feel sick just thinking about [split apart] now. But this is less than 1% of the workload!"

"Overtime in the wizarding world is really scary." Linde also felt sorry for James from the bottom of his heart, "But think about the best of everything, and you will be able to see Harry soon."

"Well!" James's eyes shone, "He should be in the Great Hall right now. I miss the food at Hogwarts. I wonder what I'm going to have for breakfast today."

There were already students enjoying delicious breakfast at the long table in the auditorium. The originally cheerful atmosphere fell into silence for a short time because of the arrival of a group of lifeless professors. Everyone looked at these exhausted teachers with pity and curiosity.

"Does anyone know what the principals do every day?" "It's terrible, I bet they are secretly raising vampires, and they have to bleed every day." "I thought it was violent, and saw a group of Professor Binns ( The ghost who teaches the History of Magic)."

The students whispered.After the professors sat down to eat at the long table at the end of the auditorium, the atmosphere gradually became lively.

James followed Lind and sat on the Gryffindor seat. Regardless of burning his mouth, he devoured a bowl of sweet pumpkin porridge, and then ate a plate of egg and ham sandwiches. Only then did he have time to look around. . His sea-blue eyes glanced at each student at the table.

At this time, he suddenly realized a terrible question, and hurriedly tugged on Linde's sleeve beside him, and asked eagerly, "Lin, you haven't told me which college Harry is in yet."

"Where can the two Gryffindor children go? Slytherin?" James was so comforted by the transfer student's words that his eyebrows almost flew up in comfort.

"That's right. But I've been worried that if this kid doesn't inherit our bravery and goes to another college. He's very poorly educated... Oh, look, is that him?"

Lind looked in the direction of James's finger and replied casually: "No, that's a fourth-grade student."

Students came one after another to have breakfast, constantly bringing a cheerful atmosphere into the auditorium.

"Okay, I'm a little impatient... Hey, I found it!" James stared blankly at the door, a black-haired boy ran in grabbing an ice cube, playing with his companions, looking very happy.

"I can't believe it. He's here, so close to me, and so big," James muttered.

"You're wrong again." Linde held the coffee with a helpless expression, "The one who walks in now is Harry."

Harry Potter with glasses is a quiet and serious boy who always walks in a hurry and observes his surroundings with green eyes.Long-term self-discipline learning brought him a stable soul, and the study of black magic made him more sensitive than ordinary people.

James opened his mouth and felt that his son seemed different from what he imagined.

"Can I talk to him?"

"As long as you don't break the agreement."

James stood up and approached Harry, but before he could reach his son, the boy hurriedly packed a pile of food and hurriedly left the Great Hall.

"Where is he going?"

Harry hurried out, but instead of returning to his dormitory, he went to the Room of Requirement, where he placed Sirius.

A weak and exhausted Sirius Black enjoyed breakfast with his godson Harry, the most decent meal he had eaten in his twelve years of imprisonment.

"Harry, you are a good boy. Do me another favor and catch your companion's mouse and bring it to me."

The boy said calmly: "The most important thing for you now is to keep your spirits up."

Sirius tugged at his hair irritably, gnashing his teeth with hatred for the mouse. "You know its true identity, Peter Pettigrew, this traitor... I let him be the secret keeper because I was blind... I must kill him! Avenge your parents!"

"That mouse has had a hard time recently. My companion Hermione bought a half-breed cat, Lizi, who can tell that Peter Pettigrew is a wizard with malicious intentions, and will bite him whenever he sees him." Harry Showing a gentle smile, "Let him enjoy it again."

Sirius looked at his godson uneasily, feeling that the child was inexplicably scary.

In the auditorium, James, who was unable to talk to Harry, was dejected. He returned to Linde, turned around, looked at the long table where the teachers and staff were sitting, and muttered something.

"Dumbledore, McGonagall, Flitwick, Sprout, Trelawney, Snotlout... Hey, who is that female professor sitting next to Snotlout?"

Lind pretended to know nothing about Lily's origins and prevaricated: "Oh, that is Ms. Ivana Collins, the assistant teacher of Potions class. She is very good. She is responsible for the courses for students from grades one to five."

"She looks so young." James nodded without going into details.

"You've been up all night, you must be exhausted, go and get some rest."

James's expression was bitterer than the coffee in Lind's hand, "I really don't want to go back to that terrible tower. It seems to be swallowing up my inspiration and nature."

"You mean, you don't want to work?" Linde showed a fierce capitalist expression, "Okay, so you want to break the contract?"

James quickly defended with a playful smile: "That's not the case. I'm just not used to it yet. Just give me a few more days. Who else would I choose to do such a difficult task?"

The transfer student was amused and comforted him by saying: "Although this is hard work, the rewards are considerable. If you know what the professors are doing, you will understand their enthusiasm. If you feel that you can't bear it, you can ask He'd be more than happy to help Flitwick teach Charms instead."

"Lin, don't worry. I'm not a coward who breaks promises. What I promise, I will do even if I die." James didn't speak loudly when he said this, but just stated a fact calmly.

"There's no need for you to talk big words here." Lind rolled his eyes, "I'm just going to let you work as a laborer for a period of time. It's as tragic as asking you to fight Voldemort. Do you want to impress Britain?"

James smiled, filled his stomach in a hurry, and then burped and went to the White Tower to sleep and rest.

On the faculty seat, Snape swallowed a bowl of oatmeal, and suddenly said to Lily beside him, "Come with me to the classroom later. I want to see how you teach the seventh grade students how to make medicine."

"No problem." Lily nodded absently. She stared at James' retreating back and asked softly, "Snape, do you know who the person who was talking to De Lin is? He doesn't look like a student. "

"Just a helper."

Lily nodded thoughtfully.