Harry potter galactic empire

"Legilimency." Lin Mo heard the old man reciting the spell.

His world began to spin, and the principal's office suddenly disappeared, replaced by scenes of fragmented memories, like a high-speed train speeding past in front of his eyes, traveling backwards along the track of time towards the past.

The first and most recent memory...

The small isolation room, the book monster tearing at the bed... The shimmering holy land of the Forbidden Forest, in front of the sad unicorn corpse, a shadow with a black hood made a hissing smile... Hagrid's burning hut

Here, Lin Mo used Harry's invisibility cloak to

Chris surrounded by flames... On the astronomy tower, he found that this was the earth, looking at the moon broken into star rings and roaring... Dumbledore, wearing colorful pajamas in front of the Mirror of Erised, was sitting on the ground with a smile, and

The mirror only showed his reflection...

The pace of backtracking is accelerating...

In Potions class, Lin Mo drank the rune secret potion that he prepared in one gulp. After Slytherin’s drinking party, he helped the drunken Prefect Flint into the exclusive dormitory.

He paces repeatedly, and in the early morning Raven

In Crow's lounge, he stood in front of the white marble statue and watched Ms. Gray walk out of the wall. The memory ball that Neville dropped to the ground during the flying class flashed in the sun, and it was blown to pieces in the first Transfiguration class.

The seal stone flew to the corner...

Everyone's surprised looks after being sorted into Slytherin at the opening party, the coat blown to pieces by the splitting spell in the carriage of the Wizard Express, the suitcase when he first came into contact with Harry at King's Cross Station, Ollivander's wand shop

The light lavender wand flew into his hand. On the Galaxy Square, Yvel said expressionlessly that the headquarters of the Wizards Alliance is the second moon...

Going forward, going forward...

B58 Star Territory, El Star, rs3249 supply base, he was holding the Hogwarts admission letter and smiling like a fool. A few hours ago, on the Gobi Desert, the beautiful Professor Scikleia appeared out of thin air and took him and him together.

The Sea Serpent team was rescued from the zerg siege.

Keep moving forward, keep going upstream...

He could still remember clearly the insect corpses in the wasteland, the cold and dry wind that cracked the lips at night in El Star, the roar of the off-road vehicle engine modified by the manipulator, and the rugged giant tires pulling out of the desert.

Dust haze, the big guy's favorite Gatling gun, the ever-chirping voice of seagulls and the ever-piercing eyes of wild dogs.

Especially in that mission where they had to escape from death by licking blood from the edge of a knife. After they found the missing team, they were left with nothing but a torn mess. He almost vomited when he looked at half of the face covered in sand and with brains hanging on it.

In order to track down the stray Zerg Captain, he decided to pack lightly

Jian Xing, but in the end he had to abandon his armor and starve in order to escape, and it was not until he was about to starve to death that the dog captain was willing to take out the worm tendons taken from the zerg as a trophy to provide supplies to everyone, so

That thing became his favorite delicacy.

The memory of moving forward began to become blurry. Some of the flashing scenes surprised him that he still remembered these. He secretly drove an off-road vehicle with a manipulator at the base and almost rolled over. He practiced shooting with several old-fashioned guns at the shooting range and all missed the target.

When I was looking for a bottle of soy sauce at the supply station, I only found a salty protein bar. In the anatomy class, I fished out a basketball-sized zerg eye cluster that was soaked in preservatives. My hand slipped and I dropped it, splattering mucus all over my body.

.

Very close, very close, a little further...

In the first few years when he gradually awakened his memory, he was afraid that his identity as a time traveler would be discovered by wild dogs and the others. He often woke up from nightmares at night. The empty alloy ceiling in the dark bedroom shone with the light of the quarter moon on the horizon of El Star.

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He felt the cold light from the wild dog's favorite dagger, so he tremblingly buried his head in the quilt, trying to find the lost relatives and friends, and the holes in his memory in a half-asleep, half-awake, and half-conscious state.

, but never succeeded.

Perhaps, with Dumbledore's help this time, he can find those faces he has forgotten.

Maybe he can really see the people he forgot again.

The flashback memories were still flying forward, and he couldn't help but raise his heartbeat.

Five years old, four years old, three years old, the picture is becoming more and more blurred, more and more scattered, with pocket-sized clothes, a simple crib, ceilings and curtains that are terrifyingly large compared to his small body, and looking like a giant.

The big guy was helpless

Holding the milk bottle, the manipulator made a string of wind chimes with empty bullet shells. He hung it on the bedside with his still intact right hand to avoid scaring him to tears. The seagull read him the Muggle nursery rhymes of this era at a fast speed like a repeater.

Nursery rhymes, Xingzi’s story...

A little further, it's only a little closer.

Large tracts of holes have begun to appear in his memory, just like a speeding train traveling in a dark tunnel. Occasionally, he can see flashing fragments on both sides, but he has already seen the end of the tunnel, where dreamlike lights are flashing.

As long as the white light passes through, as long as it passes through this empty tunnel, he can return to the world in his memory.

That dreamlike light, that original memory at the end of the tunnel.

However, the track of time is broken.

The train going backwards fell in the darkness, falling continuously. Although it was still moving forward, it was getting further and further away from the light.

Don't do this, you can't do this... He murmured, raising his head helplessly, watching the light at the end of the tunnel getting weaker and weaker, like the embers of fire in the darkness gradually losing color, gradually extinguishing, and gradually being covered by darkness, without any trace left.

There was only a dark void left, and the train slowly fell forward.

He failed, and so did Dumbledore.

There is no memory here, not even vague fragments can be seen. The train is getting slower and slower, and it is impossible to look back after it is off the track of time. Finally, he slowly stops.

There was darkness, without any memory images. He stopped here. For some reason or for how long, a voice gradually echoed in the darkness, a strange woman's voice: "Take him away."

It was a calm voice, young but calm, "Take him away."

He didn't know why he remembered this voice, but it might be his relatives, his relatives in this world. He felt a little stuck in his heart. He didn't know who left this mark on him in the first place.

Take him away...do you mean yourself...

He listened to that voice over and over again, but there was only such a brief sentence that came and went, "Take him away." He didn't know who took him away, nor where he left, nor where he was going.

The voice began to change in tone, and he realized that it was the world of memory that began to spin.

The darkness disappeared, and he sat in the principal's office again. Dumbledore nodded at him, seeming a little tired.

"Mr. Lin Mo," the old man sighed softly, but smiled gently:

"Sorry for the long wait, welcome back."