Harry potter galactic empire

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class far exceeded his expectations. There was no legendary smell of garlic, no conspicuous headscarf, and even no clumsy stammering. Quirrell, who had just walked into the classroom, seemed a bit submissive, with evasive eyes.

, the person was still a little trembling, but when he started to call names, both his voice and his eyes gradually gained strength.

He seemed to be adapting to his teaching position quickly.

This defense professor had changed so much from what he had in his memory, which gave Lin Mo a bad feeling.

Sure enough, not long after the bell rang, the professor started targeting him.

During the roll call, when Harry was called, Quirrell paused for a moment, with a calm expression on his face, and did not make any comments. However, when Lin Mo's name was called, his eyes flickered towards Lin Mo.

Sweeping forward, Lin Mo felt that at that moment Chilo's gaze was like an extremely sharp heavy sword striking his head.

He couldn't dodge at all.

It was obviously just a hallucination, but the pain made his vision go dark and he almost fainted.

"Mr. Lin Mo, uh, a spell thief who was sorted into Slytherin, how rare it is. What is it about you that can make the stubborn Sorting Hat and the great principal look at you differently? I'm very curious, let's take a look.

How much can you tell us about the Muggles, you should be familiar with them." Quirrell tapped his fingers lightly on the parchment roster on the podium.

Lin Mo had just recovered from the hallucination.

But his attention was immediately drawn to Quirrell's fingers tapping the roster.

For some reason, the gentle knocking sounded like a drum to his ears. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Each deep vibration weighed on his heart, making him very uncomfortable.

It felt as if his chest would be hammered to pieces at any time like a drum skin.

"Stand up! Mr. Lin Mo! Be polite, haven't the Muggles taught you to be polite?!" Quirrell said.

Lin Mo clenched his fists and spread his fingers, forcing himself to relax.

Before the mysterious man could get his hands on the Philosopher's Stone, as his puppet, Quirrell had no reason to do anything impulsive, unless he was really stupid enough to curse Harry's broom during the Quidditch match. Lin Mo was nothing like that.

So worried.

He endured the pain in his chest, stood up as if nothing had happened, and asked in a deep voice: "Professor, what do you want to know?"

Quirrell was still tapping the parchment, and when he saw that Lin Mo could actually stand up without changing his expression, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but then it turned into arrogance: "In your opinion, Mr. Lin Mo,

In the past thousands of years, which side has made greater contributions to the exploration of the river system, wizards or Muggles?"

He waved his hand, and the blackboard turned into deep space, with the dazzling Milky Way slowly rotating (actually it is not that fast, the time it takes for the galaxy to rotate once is extremely long, roughly equivalent to nine-digit Earth years)

.

Lin Mo was not distracted by this bright scene.

He said calmly: "I don't know, Professor Quirrell, but if I had to guess, it might be one to one. I don't think one side contributed more than the other, considering that ordinary people far outnumber wizards."

"Wrong! Superficial understanding!" Quirrell's voice was a little trembling, but still stern:

"Number never represents real power. No matter how many ants there are, they are just ants. In fact, wizards have reached a hundred times more areas than Muggles. Only Muggles would foolishly say that they have understood the river system and still be arrogant.

The Earth prefixed the name of their fragile polity with the prefix Galactic Republic, tsk tsk."

His words caused dissatisfaction among several Muggle-born students, and even Miss Granger pursed her lips.

But Quirrell didn't seem to care.

"You can try to guess the reason why wizards have traveled far beyond Muggles," he said.

Lin Mo stared at his desk, not looking at Quirrell (to prevent being read, Quirrell's character was obviously not trustworthy), and he somewhat understood why the professor was targeting him.

This guy's words are full of contempt for ordinary people. He is probably a fanatical supporter, or believer, of blood theory and wizard supremacy. No wonder he would sacrifice his life for the Dark Lord.

Even Harry, who brought the Dark Lord so much misfortune, may be a symbol of some kind of wizard's power in his eyes. Although he is an enemy, he still retains respect. But a magic thief like Lin Mo, especially one who is classified into

Letlin's law thief was unbearable for him. He wanted to get rid of it like a thorn in his flesh, and he wished he could drive away far away.

It's a pity that you can't, so you have to use some small means to express your contempt by adding such questions, Lin Mo thought.

"Give me an answer, even if it's just a guess! Why do wizards travel a hundred times as far as Muggles?" Quirrell repeated.

Lin Mo replied softly: "Because ordinary people need star gates and are subject to great restrictions."

The fact may be true as Quirrell said, the wizarding world has explored the river system far better than the Republic.

Because although the Republic has a vast territory, it relies on those star gates that can connect distant star fields to each other. It is a space structure similar to a wormhole, which exists in the Milky Way in some strange way and is used by people.

Discover and utilize them to realize interstellar travel, but compared to the vast stars, star gates are extremely rare.

A large number of star areas that are not connected by star gates are called dark areas by the Republic, and little is known about them.

"Are ordinary people...?" Qi Luo stared at Lin Mo and tapped lightly with his fingers.

"Yes, ordinary people." Lin Mo said firmly.

He didn't usually dislike the term Muggle, and he would use it (including in his previous life), but in front of Professor Quirrell, who was obviously discriminatory, he felt that "ordinary people" could better represent his attitude. And now it has been used

Quirrell took aim. There was no need for him to keep a low profile and pretend to be cowardly, otherwise he might be self-defeating and arouse suspicion.

He would rather Quirrell just target his blood.

After all, there are dozens of guys like this (pure-blood wizards supreme) in Slytherin with their eyes closed, not least of whom is this Defense Professor (although he seems to be a Ravenclaw graduate).

"Ordinary people... are very good, very good..." Quirrell repeated with unclear meaning.

He knocked on the blackboard, and some red marks appeared on the bright river system: "As you said, Muggles completely rely on these star gates to explore the river system. They are bound to small areas around the star gates.

In the world, we know nothing about the wider world, but we have freer and more powerful power magic, which allows us to understand the rules of all things and capture the truth and mystery."

He took two steps forward, and the lights in the classroom dimmed slightly.

The red star gate signs on the river system disappeared, and the bright starlight became dim, forming a large black hole.

"When I was young, I was famous for my talent and erudition, but I understand that theory will always be just theory unless you really practice it. In order to get the most real experience, I have personally set foot in those bleak territories and touched those unspeakable darkness...

..." Quirrell's voice began to tremble again, looking a little nervous:

"In those years, I have seen and done a lot. I will teach you things that you cannot learn from other wizards."

"Sit down!" He shouted to Lin Mo.

The defense professor looked a little strange now, his weak eyes seemed to be filled with power, and there was a hint of madness in his calm voice. He threw the list aside without even finishing the roll call.

"Dumbledore asked me to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. I must be serious and responsible to you." He rubbed his palms nervously as he spoke: "And I hope you can take this course with the most serious attitude. If

You naively think that now that the world is at peace and the big devil has disappeared, and that learning such a course is of no use, then you are totally wrong."

"Yeah, well, that's totally wrong. I'd be very disappointed in you."

His face suddenly darkened.

He waved his hand, and the wand drew a curved luminous arc on the slowly rotating river system. The arc cut off an arm. Lin Mo recognized it at a glance as the war zone where the Republic fought against the zerg.

front.

"This world has never been truly peaceful, no! The vast majority of people, whether they are Muggles or wizards, just live in the illusion of their own wishful thinking, living in the peace and tranquility they believe in. Of course, for you,

, my dear juniors, this responsibility does not lie with you." Quirrell pulled a contemptuous smile on his stiff cheeks:

"After all, the leaders of our magical world, the discourse channels that are influenced or even controlled, including the spokesmen of those who benefit from it, they all tell you that there is nothing to worry about, just eat a multi-flavored bean."

"Oh, all-flavored beans!" Quirrell's joking voice was filled with anger.

He waved his trembling wand into the air, and a blade springer with its fangs and claws suddenly appeared in the classroom. Although it was just a shadow, blood could be seen ticking on the sharp bone blade, which shocked the students.

Lin Mo recognized that the phantom was a third-level mature body, lifelike with all the details and characteristics, including the inclination of the interlaced bone blades. This showed that Professor Defense really understood this insect state.

"The war between the Muggles and the zerg has been going on for an unknown amount of time. Even the Wizards' Alliance has not really defeated this extraordinary species! So there is no peace!" Quirrell said angrily, as if he was offended.

He summoned a giant next to the springtail. The giant was chewing a bison alive, and blood was flowing like a waterfall.

Then there were several werewolves with green faces and fangs roaring at the moon.

A twisted spider with a human face, a dementor wearing a tattered cloak, a manticore with huge red wings, and even a fairy-like creature with a sharp smile and blood dripping from the corner of its mouth (Lin Mo felt that this was being vilified)

of fairies).

"Too many! The dangers we face, the enemies we face! Although they claim that the war is over long ago, those who make you eat multi-flavored beans say that it is an ancient thing in the history of magic, but they do not tell

What's wrong with you is that these dangers still exist. Although Defense Against the Dark Arts is offered in schools, most of you will still be torn into pieces when facing a cruel giant until you graduate, even if you become an Auror!

If you ignore the danger, there will be no chance of survival!"

"So it's still dangerous!"

Quirrell angrily scattered all the monsters he had brought out.

His eyes fell on the river system full of black holes again, and he finally calmed down and trembled.

His eyes were uncertain, and he trembled and murmured: "Not to mention the evils that you don't understand deep in the starry sky, the unknown evils that few people have ever seen..."

"...So this is not a peaceful age."

"Don't be fooled by illusions."

The dim river system finally disappeared. Quirrell looked at the students who were too frightened by his words to breathe: "Yes, this course will teach you how to protect yourself and attack the enemy when necessary, ensuring that you

No harm. Of course, if necessary, some injuries are acceptable, as long as you can survive."

"The most important thing is to survive," he said.

"So, who can tell me how to tell whether a wizard is dead?" Quirrell smiled contemptuously again.

"Mr. Lin Mo, let us hear your thoughts again."