The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

"Now, you can know the problem in your soul. A piece of Voldemort's memory has been sleeping in your soul for a long time, and the thought strings it stores wander into your consciousness, and you will feel Voldemort's memory ...you have a part of Voldemort, you are his Horcrux, and you are him. But at the same time, you are also Harry Potter."

"Horcrux?"

"A mediocre dark magic artifact. If you want to know how to make it, go to the back shelf and find my notes. Put it in the second row."

"Can you get Voldemort's memory out?"

"Yes, but I don't recommend you to do this. For some reason, this piece of memory has begun to disintegrate, and the thinking strings in it have been released, and are constantly integrating into your own memory. As long as your consciousness is not Polluted, you can inherit Voldemort's magic and his memory."

Harry's heart jumped, he stood up, hesitated for a while, and asked softly: "Mr. de Lin, how can I inherit this part of magic power safely?"

The key point was "safety", Harry didn't want to suddenly become the Dark Lord one day.

"I can help you with this, but you also need to do me a favor." Linde finally raised his interest, "I have also encountered some small troubles recently. I need to observe the dreams of wizards, especially creative dreams There is a shortage of volunteers. In fact, I have a candidate in mind, but he will definitely not allow me to enter the brain full of scarred memories. And you, Harry, you are also a good choice. With a small piece from the big The memory of a wizard, your potential is far beyond that of your peers, and there is a gold mine buried in your soul."

Harry found that the calf muscles of his right leg were slightly convulsed, and he quickly calmed down, "I am willing to be your volunteer."

"Don't put on a sad face." Lin Dewen reassured, "I value personal privacy very much. Even if I see strange things in your dreams, I will never reveal them."

Harry didn't say anything, there was a strange light in the boy's eyes, which was a strong longing.

What is he longing for?

unimportant.

Linde is very satisfied with this look. Creating a spell requires firm belief. A wizard full of self-doubt cannot make the world submit to his will. Let alone creating a spell, even if he casts the most Simple magic can go awry. For example, Gilderoy Lockhart, the famous eccentric in the original book, has mediocre strength. He only has Legilimency and the Forgetting Curse. He became famous by stealing other people's life experiences. It is because of his strong guilty conscience and self-doubt that the level of spellcasting is reduced. Not as good as a second-year little wizard.

Confidence is good, but creating a spell is not easy. Snape was able to create his own spells when he was a student, it was the result of his hard work. Harry has only been exposed to magic for less than half a year, and he still needs time to grow up.

Teachers always like motivated and smart students. If Harry is really worthy of cultivation, Linde is also willing to spend more time cultivating it.

"So far, how many spells have you learned to cast silently?" Linde asked pleasantly, like a tutor checking a student's homework, with a lingering terror.

The longing in Harry's eyes was quenched in an instant, and he ducked his head in embarrassment, then held out two fingers.

"Oh? Twenty? Or just two?"

"Two, two."

Linde sighed, "It's been more than two months, and I only learned the silent casting of two spells. What about casting without a wand? Do you have any idea?"

Harry shook his head in shame.

"Oh." Linde sighed again, "You see, that's why I didn't agree to let you join my classroom. I don't want to die young because of high blood pressure."

The boy blushed and said nothing. If it were Ron here, he would definitely be clamoring to impress Linde, and if it were Hermione here, he would definitely be showing off his unique ability to cast spells silently. Harry and Neville, in the face of such setbacks, would just keep silent. But Neville would give up because of his cowardly temperament, but Harry was a wounded lion cub, who would never give up the chance to be proud.

"That's it. It's just right, I've done the two things together." Linde patted his forehead lightly, and had a new idea. He set up a sand table system for simulating business in Winterhold, and it can also be done in Hogwarts To make a similar thing, just before he crossed, a fan game "Hogwarts Legacy" was released. Although Linde didn't play the game, he still learned about some game mechanics through online media.

The game guide part of "Hogwarts Legacy" was designed by the production team into a magic book called "Wizard's Practical Guide", which is used to record the learning progress and is a menu panel integrating multiple functions.

Linde intends to make a "Practical Guide" for Harry, linking the memory of Harry Potter, the user, with the magic book through magic spells such as Legilimency, which can be regarded as a weak form in a sense. Effective Horcruxes. "Practical Guide" will record Harry's process of learning the spell, record his thoughts, and dreams, and at the same time help him resist the erosion of memory from Voldemort.

It took a while to make the Practical Guide, at least longer than Lind initially thought, and he tried to make it as good as possible, improving several versions. I was delayed by other things halfway, so I had to put down the work at hand temporarily. Harry waited for that appointed day with apprehension.

Four days later, on December 24th, Linde told Harry to come to the Library Tower. He explained the design concept of "Practice Guide" to Harry. The boy became visibly delighted when he learned of the function of this wonderful magical tool.

"Now there is only one last step left, inject your thought body into the book. Don't worry, the thought body is not afraid of getting hurt, it's like cutting off a strand of hair. Come here."

Harry approached Linde obediently. When he saw Linde raised his hand and pressed it towards his forehead, he subconsciously wanted to turn around and run away, but he still managed to endure it.

De Lin's palm was covered with a layer of icy magical aura, his forehead was numb from the cold, and the lightning-shaped scar seemed to burn like a burning pain.

Harry seemed to be drunk, and the world in front of him began to become blurred. After that, he seemed to be in a dream, and he couldn't remember anything.

...

Harry woke up from his sleep, and before he knew it, a new day had begun. He lay on the soft four-poster bed for a while, his mind was empty and he didn't think about anything. He felt that there must be very few "thought strings" in his soul at this moment.

what time is it now?

Harry turned to look at the frog alarm clock on the bedside table. It was ten forty in the morning. If there is a class in the first period, he has already been absent from class.

The bedroom was empty. It seems that everyone has gone to class.

Merlin's beard!

Harry jumped out of bed in shock, he was late!

He changed clothes in a hurry, and his confused mind gradually became clear, and his thinking began to function.

Wait... no, today is already a holiday, Christmas holiday, two full weeks.

It's scary. Fortunately, it was a false alarm.

"You're awake." Ron greeted him standing at the door of the dormitory. His forehead was dripping with sweat, his cheeks were flushed, and he was out of breath. He looked like he had gone through a great workout.

"Merry Christmas, Ron."

"Merry Christmas. Do you want to open the package? I deliberately didn't open mine. I wanted to open it when you woke up."

Harry nodded, and Ron was dripping with sweat and giving off a sour heat, but the boys didn't mind it.

The Christmas presents were already piled beside the bed, and a card was sandwiched in the black oiled paper parcel on top, which said: De Lin gave Harry Potter, Merry Christmas to you.

When you take it apart, you can see that there is a thick and exquisite "Wizard's Practical Guide". Harry stroked the pages with a strange feeling, as if the book was his lost organ.