The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

The tavern built by Linde is very ordinary, ordinary bricks and wood are piled up to form an ordinary house.

But he decided to make this tavern something special. The method is as he explained to Dumbledore, by spreading legends, allowing the tavern to give birth to the thought body, and then trying to find a way to give the thought body magical power.

In this process, what Linde wants to explore is not only the mysteries of the thought body, but also the essence of magic power.

The first step he is going to take now is to make Three Cups Traveling Wine House famous, let its story spread, and become a famous fake news like the world's top ten unsolved mysteries.

Linde unfolded the Book of Mora, looking for those stormy melodies. This is the moment when the owner of the melody is caught in fierce conflicts and life and death are at stake. When people are in distress and despair, if they can see a warm tavern, where they can safely drink a bowl of hot soup and a glass of spirits, and have a life-changing dialogue with the operators of the place, such a story must be an impression. Profound, the thoughts created will also be as meaningful as gems.

Dumbledore came to the tavern on the first day of the Christmas holiday. It was less than twenty hours before the tavern officially opened, and the tavern was full of friends who had come to attend the opening ceremony.

He sat by the fire with a glass of mead, and stretched out his frozen feet to warm the fire. When Master Aran saw him, he poured some liquid medicine on his feet, and the chilblains were cured.

Dumbledore asked why Linde opened the hotel here.

Linde said that because this is the first stop, the first customer will arrive soon.

...

Fabian Bauer is forty-three years old this year. He is married with two sons and a daughter. He lives in a village near Nurmengard. He makes a living by farming and goes to the city every summer to work.

His hometown has no commendable industries, but the traffic conditions are not bad, and military facilities during World War II can be seen everywhere around the village. A battalion of the German army was once stationed here. Later, the Germans disappeared, not because they were driven away by the planes and tanks of the coalition forces, but suddenly disappeared collectively one day.

There has always been a local legend that there is a witch living in the forest. Every night, she will go hunting with a pack of dogs. She will appear every few years and take away the young virgin in the village as the successor. This is an ancient tradition that has been passed down for thousands of years. .

One day in December 1944, several German soldiers caught a Jewish girl playing alone in the woods outside the village, and shot her dead on the way to the concentration camp. That night, the sound of fierce fighting and sharp shouts came from the German camp, and the sound of explosions shook the mountains and ground. After dawn and calm, the villagers notified the nearby guerrillas. The soldiers sent to observe and found that the camp was empty, but dolls wearing German uniforms could be seen everywhere.

Everyone said that witches turned these soldiers into toys. This incident is very absurd, and the young people born later have never seen the so-called witch looking for a successor, so they think it is all nonsense of the older generation.

It wasn't until the Lockhart Information Disaster, an anomalous event that swept the world this past August, that the villagers believed that magic really existed in the world.

Some people from the village went to the city to publicize their local legends, so starting from October, many tourists from other places came to the originally quiet village, and they came to look for the traces of the witch. Fabian and other men in the village felt that it was profitable, so they offered to act as guides, taking these travelers to visit the camps of the German army, telling their old-fashioned stories, and earning a lot of tour guide fees.

This business was easy to do, but the competition was too fierce. Soon, more and more introverted villagers continued to bring tourists deep into the forest, and some even went to Nurmengard, the eerie fortress. Fabian's business plummeted, and his wife complained that he refused to take those foolish and rich tourists to more remote places, and he was unable to make up a few sensational stories to attract attention. He really couldn't eat enough with Jinshan idiot.

Fabian's late father was a member of the guerrilla group, and he was in charge of five soldiers. In January 1945, he received an order from his superior to lead a team to a railway station in the east of the village to observe the German military dispatch. But when passing through a pine forest, I lost my way in a sudden mist.

"I saw the witch. It was a young and beautiful woman," said the father to the young Fabian. "She said, 'You have broken into my house. There are six of you here. Half of them will stay and the other half will go away. ...'...I was the only one who came out in the end. Because of this incident, I was regarded as a traitor and a deserter, and was almost shot by my comrades. Until March 2045, when the comrades from the Soviet Union came, the guerrillas disbanded, I just went back to the village."

Because of his father's warning, Fabian has always been wary of wizards and is unwilling to take tourists into danger.

But in the face of the fleeting opportunity to make money, Fabian's principles were defeated by reality, and he decided to go to find the witch his father met back then. He found the World War II military map used by his father in the locker at home, and the detection route was clearly marked. Fabian's story quickly attracted the interest of more than a dozen tourists. The group prepared camping tools and shooting equipment and set off for an adventure as Christmas approached.

It turns out that wizards who live in the forest don't like to be disturbed.

After a day and night of trekking, Fabian successfully led the tourists to the legendary witch's hut. This place is quite hidden, hidden in a valley, with thorns and rocks at the entrance. According to his father, this kind of road is already very easy to walk. It is really hard to imagine the experience of the guerrillas back then.

His idea is to visit from afar. But tourists who couldn't hold back their curiosity bursting with curiosity just wanted to go up and knock on the door, and they couldn't stop it.

The person living in the wooden house was a haggard old woman with white hair and chicken skin.

She smiled and turned the Muggles that came to her door into dogs. The originally healthy person has become a shepherd dog who can only bark. The witch waved her magic wand, and the invisible whip was drawn on the transformed tourists, beating them to pieces.

Fabian was terrified, he was the farthest and therefore the fastest to escape.

However, when he fled back to the village in embarrassment, he found that the old witch was already waiting at his house.

"Little lamb, where are you going, my dear?" There were three bruised shepherd dogs squatting beside the old witch. Fabian's little daughter was tied up with a rope and turned into a dog in front of the farmer. .

"I'm the only one left." The old witch laughed strangely.

...

There is a small stage near the counter of the Three Cups Wine House, with more than a dozen musical instruments on display. The Book of Mora is unfolded on the music stand. The bard is slightly drunk, and he takes the initiative to stand on the stage and pick up the lute , playing according to the sheet music on the Book of Mora.

Rapid notes suddenly sounded in the tavern, and the lute lingered in the suppressed low voice, looking lonely and helpless. Ms. Moon Shadow, who was chatting with others, was attracted by the stage, sat in front of the small piano, and played a terrifying and evil melody, as if a dark cloud was chasing the lute.

Interested guests join in the performance. The dragonborn picked up the drumsticks and beat the beat of the fleeing drum. The puppet body of the god-man Lani has two pairs of arms, playing the violin and viola at the same time, and the strings are gloomy and cold.

The drunken dwarves put down their cups, and everyone listened quietly. The melancholy tune in the movement was the last dirge of a man who was about to die, and he was being hunted down.

At the most grand and terrifying moment, this piece of music takes a sudden turn, from cold and gloomy to relaxed and melodious.

The drumbeat was already chaotic, but fled into the shelter and settled down again. Nalute had already been submerged by the piano, but it was clear again at this moment. The desolate storm played by the violin has also become a leisurely wind.

The frowns of the drinkers loosened. The dwarves hummed old songs in low voices, praising the wine and the host of the banquet.

In the relaxed melody, the door of the tavern was knocked hurriedly, and someone was shouting "Hilfe! Mach schnell die Tür auf! [Help! Open the door!]"

There must be three changes today!