Harry potter galactic empire

As the end of the term gets closer and closer, the situation develops step by step. The Dark Lord sucks the blood of the unicorn in the Star Ring Holy Land of the Forbidden Forest Horsemen. Quirrell puts on a turban in the Dreamland Classroom again, watching this posture.

, Harry is still very likely to rush in and face the Dark Lord (or Quirrell). It is unrealistic to say that Lin Mo is not worried at all.

On the one hand, this strange era is full of unknowns, and there is no telling what will happen next. On the other hand, Lin Mo himself is just a butterfly flapping his wings. Although he is cautious most of the time, who knows how much he has caused.

Influence.

To be honest, if something really happened, I would be stunned on the spot.

If Dumbledore missed a move and Harry was killed in front of the Philosopher's Stone, and he woke up from sleep and found that the Dark Lord had obtained the Philosopher's Stone and the two golden thighs he was holding were gone, what should he do next?

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Although the possibility of this situation is relatively small, it is always worrying, right?

Lin Mo had no choice but to ask Ivel if he had seen any ominous signs.

However, Ivel's answer was not reassuring.

"Since the last troll incident, I can't see the omens on Harry even more clearly." Listening to Lin Mo asking about Harry, the girl frowned slightly: "If you look at it from... perspective, he should have been there long ago.

...It would be better to die, but I don’t know why I have been safe and sound... Maybe there is something wrong with my magic talent."

"It shouldn't be your problem..." Lin Mo said casually, no matter how good Ivel's talent is, prophecy magic cannot be guaranteed to be accurate. In addition, the target is a being like Brother Scar, so it is normal for him to not be able to figure it out.

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He thought for a while, looked at the expressionless girl, and asked worriedly: "Then...do I have... on me?"

Ivel looked at him seriously and said calmly: "If anything unexpected happens, I will tell you."

Finally having a relaxing answer, Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

I'm a dead Taoist but I'm not a poor Taoist. After thinking about it, my life is still not that tough, so I won't die to join in the fun at the end of the term. As for Harry, just continue to trust Dumbledore. If something goes wrong, I will be unlucky.

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After all, that evil magic stone can charm oneself with so much protection, and it is not easy to mess with no matter how you look at it.

"I'm going to the kitchen to find some delicious supper. Do you want to eat some together?"

"No, I have to go back and test the communication data."

"See you tomorrow then." Lin Mo waved goodbye. In order to debug the invisible machine, he didn't eat much at night. Judging from the strong metabolic needs of his age (his stomach was already growling), it was obviously impossible not to go to the kitchen to find something to eat.

Until tomorrow morning.

He trotted down the stairs, failing to notice the rare worry in Evel's eyes as he stared at his back.

If there is anything about Hogwarts that Lin Mo regrets, it is that the students here don't like late night snacks very much.

Not to mention Evel, even Harry and Ron are not used to having another meal after dinner, let alone the students in Slytherin. They simply despise this habit of having extra meals at night. When Lin Mo wanted to get his roommate together one time,

When Brees went to have a snack, the other party voted for him.

He had a look of disgust, seeming to say that only Muggles and law thieves would eat late night snacks (but they did not refuse snacks. For example, although Crabbe did not eat late night snacks, he would still eat a lot of snacks and candies at night and was not afraid of tooth decay.

, which made Lin Mo’s scalp numb).

It's a pity that I can't even find anyone to barbecue with on this summer night.

The beautiful Professor Xiclea often appears in the kitchen.

This semester, Lin Mo bumped into her several times when he came to the kitchen to find something to eat. He was quite familiar with Professor Xikelea's magic power-food conversion theory: "Food can replenish magic power, and it must be replenished in time to prevent magic power from being depleted."

We were also spoiled for choice with the generous portions of desserts (which were unexpectedly delicious except for being a bit too sweet).

Of course, Lin Mo couldn't help but be tricked into taking away a large number of recipes and snacks from ancient China.

Duck blood vermicelli soup, crab roe dumplings, hand-caught mutton, stir-fried beef river, spicy hot pot in winter, frosty jelly in summer, all kinds of snacks that Lin Mo asked the house elves to try again and again, no matter what

, anyone who is hit by Professor Xikelea Xu will definitely get half of it (and Lin Mo suspects that Professor Xikelea has chosen the right time to wait in the kitchen.

Because every time he asked the elves to repeatedly test new dishes, and finally found the authentic taste in his impression, she would "happen" to appear in the kitchen, and then exclaim with surprise, Lin Mo, you are again

Here it is, and then with a look of surprise on his face, he narrowed his eyes into a crescent shape and tasted the snacks that Lin Mo had planned to have for himself, and no reward was given for the hard work after it was done).

Although Professor Xike Leiya often said that he would treat him to more delicious food in the future, judging from the exchange of "dishes" this semester, Lin Mo felt that he was losing blood. If the ancestors of China saw him using the old hot pot base

The recipe was changed to a banana ice cream sweet roll recipe. I guess I would have to crawl out of the coffin in anger and hit him hard twice with a pan before I could stop.

But Lin Mo obviously didn't prepare any special snacks tonight, so as expected, he didn't encounter Professor Xicklea's intervention.

Not long after, he jumped out of the large picture frame at the entrance to the kitchen with two fragrant skewers.

Tsk tsk, Luoluo’s barbecue skills are really getting better and better. Look at these tender mutton pieces with alternating fat and meat. They are grilled and sizzling with oil. They are skewered together by red willow branches. The browned edges are crispy and delicious. There is no need to edit the picture at all.

Can be used as an advertising sign for high-end barbecue

(But Luoluo picked up a spoon angrily at first and wanted to punish herself, because she felt that Lin Mo came for a late-night snack because the dinner she gave Lin Mo was not enough, and she did not let Lin Mo eat enough during this period.

It was she who brought dinner to Lin Mo in the treatment room).

Lin Mo smelled the fragrance with satisfaction, blew on it twice, and couldn't wait to take his mouthful.

But suddenly there were footsteps on the steps in front of the corridor.

Come on, Professor Scikleia is here to cut off the beard again? This time I really only asked Roro to do my share!

However, it was not the tall Professor Xiclea who came down the steps.

It was Dracula Malfoy whom I hadn't seen for a while.

For some reason, Chris looked very haggard.

If Lin Mo hadn't been sharp enough, he might not have been able to recognize her right away. The girl's face, which was paler than before, showed no trace of smoothness, and a few curled hair tips looked surprising.

It was untidy, and the golden bun seemed to be covered with dust.

Even the firebird that she had been triumphantly summoning to her side was nowhere to be seen.

"Miss Malfoy?" Lin Mo was stunned.