All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

"Hello." Linde held out his hand.

The roommate lowered his head and looked critically at his palm. It was dry, broad, clean, and the knuckles were well-proportioned. There were no deformities and calluses caused by years of writing. The skin was delicate and flawless, almost inhumanly perfect.

It's just white dust stained with a little chalk, but it's just more friendly, not dirty.

The roommate reached out and touched the tip of Lind's finger, and quickly pulled it back. Linde understood what he was thinking. This guy had a mysophobia. Obsessive-compulsive disorder plus mysophobia, perfect.

"Don't worry, my hands are clean, no germs, no dirt, even cleaner and brighter than your smooth cerebral cortex."

The roommate was taken aback for a moment, "Excuse me, what did you just say?"

Linde showed a friendly smile, and he asked in surprise, "Did I offend you? I thought pyroxene magicians wanted to replace their brains with pyroxene, so wouldn't the cerebral cortex be smooth?"

"I don't understand...you...are you praising me or scolding me?" The roommate said anxiously and helplessly, with his restless hands nowhere to place his hands, "you ordinary people always like to use superfluous descriptions, It makes the semantics ambiguous and greatly reduces the efficiency of communication, and my precious time is often wasted like this.”

"Of course I'm complimenting you." Linde said with a wink.

At this time, he also noticed the temperament of his roommate, who was a typical nerd, self-centered, and had low social skills. If such a person is talented and learned, he will be judged as eccentric; if he has no talents, he will be regarded as a fool.

The mages who can wear the Shuangxian hood in the academy are real experts and masters. The Shuangxian classroom studies the two major paths of pyroxene magic at the same time. It can be said that it is a generalist. It is bound to spend more time and energy than specializing in one theoretical field. The training cycle often lasts for twenty or thirty academic years.

So Linde's roommate is undoubtedly an eccentric genius.

Linde didn't hate this kind of person. Sometimes he was tired of social interaction. The apprentices at the Winterhold College at that time also thought he was a weirdo in private. At that time, Linde didn't want to spend time on any activities other than studying, because the feeling of getting stronger every moment was so wonderful.

People who are willing to work hard to study knowledge have more or less quirks. People who are both talented and good at dancing are rarer than protecting animals.

It was only after Linde became stronger that he returned to focusing on interpersonal communication.

When the roommate heard what he said, he didn't suspect that Lind was being sarcastic at all. He acted very happy, and his tone under the hood was raised a few degrees.

"Have eyes. Then I can forgive your offense. Just wait until I erase all the nonsense you wrote..."

Master Shuangxian turned around and looked at the blackboard. He just grabbed the stacked rag and casually glanced at the calculations left by Linde. His cerebral cortex became unconsciously excited and began to perform calculations.

He hesitated for a while, the rag on his hand was already pressed against the blackboard, but as his eyes moved, he knocked off his palm and muttered: "Take it away, let me see the covered part... Oh, It is indeed correct... What does this mean? Well, it turns out that we want to find a constant for the magic power conversion rate... The calculation is no problem... Aha, this step is nonsense! Wait, oh, that's it. …”

The roommate unknowingly put down the rag, crossed his arms, and stared at the blackboard, as if he was possessed by an evil spirit.

Linde ignored this fascinated guy. His research field was indeed difficult enough, but both the topics and the research ideas were a bit old, and were purely leftover from his past.

So he took care of himself and made the bed. There are a total of four single beds in the dormitory, and the remaining three are huddled side by side in the corner, but they are kept very clean. The roommate does regular house cleaning, and will also do his part in cleaning non-private beds. In his words: Since these public facilities are temporarily unoccupied, as the recent person in charge, I have the obligation to maintain the basic functions of the facilities.

Lin De spread out the mattress, changed himself into a velvet quilt, took off his shoes and socks, and sat on the bed to send messages to his friends.It was almost noon, and he and Melina agreed to meet in the cafeteria and attend classes together in the afternoon.

"Hey, I'm going out, do you need to bring you food?" Linde greeted skillfully.

The roommate seemed to have never heard of it.

"Nerd." Linde scolded with a smile, "I'll go first."

The canteen of Rhea Lucaria College is located in a remote place, with pitiful scale, dim lights, and a lingering rancid smell. Those who don’t know it think that the chef’s pot is stewed to death.

If all this is bearable, what scares Linde the most is that the chef here turns out to be a magic puppet.

The doll, which was specially designed for use in war, used its stiff joints to lower unwashed freshwater crabs into the crucible. It was heated until it boiled, then turned off the heat and sprinkled with ground waterweed powder and bitter salt for seasoning.

Lind took the dinner plate and received the food. He looked at Mr. Krabs, who had third-degree burns on the plate and still had the strength to swing his tongs at him. He felt mixed for a moment. He has now completely forgiven British cuisine and feels for Gordon Ramsay.

"This crab is fucking raw enough to throw it in the ocean right now and get three seasons of SpongeBob SquarePants before it dies."

Melina waited indifferently.

She explained: "The residual heat in the big pot will cook the crab meat, so you just have to be patient and wait. Once the pot cools down, you can eat it."

Linde's mouth twitched with a horrified expression. He looked around and saw a man skillfully using tongs to fish out a cooked crab from the bottom of the pot. He broke open the shell and gnawed it. He didn't take more than two bites before he suddenly spit it out.

It’s not because it tastes too unpalatable and makes me vomit. It’s because the crab meat contains azolite. Rhea Lucaria is an outstanding place. The magic power of pyroxene in the crab's body is enriched, so it grows into a crystal structure. The fine pyroxene mixed in the crab meat is like gravel.

But the man did not complain, spit out the pebbles, and continued to eat.

"Do you know? There was a time before when I was wandering around in the wasteland, eating raw materials and drinking blood. I didn't expect that such food conditions were better than the school cafeteria." Linde's tone was dull.

Millicent also felt a little shocked by the cafeteria. She has been used to eating in the open all her life. She has always eaten whatever she could. She even grilled hard dragon meat and ate it. Unexpectedly, her steel stomach was still defeated by one. A tiny crab.

The female swordsman whispered: "When I was traveling in the lake area, I met a man who cooked shrimps and crabs. The crabs he made tasted great. I didn't expect that someone could make crabs so delicious. "

"I can't take it anymore, come with me." Linde stood up, "Let's find a place to eat. I can't stay in this messy cafeteria for a second."

Melina stood up immediately after hearing this. Although she remained calm, she was obviously impatient. Millicent let out a sigh of relief and asked Lind what he would eat later.

"I want to eat steamed lamb, steamed bear's paw, steamed deer's tail..." Lin De reported a cross talk, and took two female students to the empty classroom to start a small stove.

After a while, the fragrant aroma of dill, rosemary, tomatoes, and stew wafted out. Linde took out the ingredients from the library tower, simply prepared four dishes and one soup, and placed them on the desk, ready to feast.

The feeling of eating a big meal in the classroom is particularly exciting. Linde felt his youth come back for a moment, but back then he just secretly stuffed a few packets of crispy noodles in the desk cabinet and stuffed them into his mouth pretending to yawn Dough.At that time, he would share snacks with his female classmates. The teacher was dry and mouthy when he was lecturing on it, and the students all had bulging mouths like hamsters, and everyone knew it.

"It smells so good. What makes it smell so good?"

The classroom door was not closed tightly, and shortly after they started eating, a bearded mage walked in.

When this man saw the three mages dressed as apprentices enjoying the food, he immediately straightened his face and shouted sternly: "I am the chief lecturer of the Olivias classroom! In front of the portraits of the sages, you actually used these - Chi Liu - to see By eating delicious food and desecrating the sacred and serious academic hall, I ask you to put down your knives and forks immediately!"

Millicent straightened her back in fear. She was not used to school life, and she didn't want to offend the professor when she was new here.

Melina became much calmer and silently took out her staff, seemingly intending to use the mage's martial virtues to convince the professor.

Linde pressed Melina's staff, turned his head, and raised his glass to invite: "Professor, have you eaten yet? Have some together?"

The bearded professor walked over with clanging steps, sat down with a livid face, picked up the plate sternly, and started to gobble it up pretending to be gentle.

"smell good."

"What's going on inside, are the pigs eating?"

There was talk in the corridor, and two apprentices broke into the classroom.

Mr. Chief Lecturer turned his head, with a few gravy-stained noodles hanging from his mouth, sucked it, and widened his eyes, "What are you looking at? What's your name? Which classroom are you from?"

"Professor Naples!" "We didn't see anything!" The two apprentices fled like flying.

The bearded professor turned his head, faced the strange expressions of the three of Linde, coughed dryly, stood up and walked to the door, and locked the door behind him.

"Let's continue eating. By the way, which classroom are you in? What's your name? I'll give you extra credits."