Harry potter galactic empire

"How do you tell if a wizard is dead or alive?"

After being baptized by Professor McGonagall's horror screening room in the Transfiguration class, the freshmen were somewhat mentally prepared for the standard of teaching at Hogwarts, but they still looked at each other and felt uneasy before Professor Quirrell discussed the issue of death.

How to tell if a wizard is dead or alive?

In other words, if you want to kill a wizard, how do you know if he has actually been killed by you?

This is a very important question, at least for dark wizards.

Lin Mo knew that ten years ago there was a generally accepted and clear answer to this question. If you were hit by Avada Kedavra, it didn't matter whether you were a wizard or a Muggle. You would definitely die. But now... the most obvious counterexample is here.

Not far next to him, Harry, the only one who had survived the Death Curse, was staring down at his own fingers. It seemed that this question made him uncomfortable.

And there was another person, the one whose spell was reflected, also survived.

Quirrell must be aware of this.

So how can you tell if a wizard is really dead?

Lin Mo shook his head. He couldn't think of anything, so he had to answer with the example of ordinary people: "For ordinary people, there is no breathing, no pulse in the aorta, dilated pupils, and heartbeat has stopped for more than five minutes..."

"Enough, enough!" Quirrell shouted, with disdain and anger:

"Too Muggle, Mr. Lin Mo! What you said, do you think wizards and Muggles are the same? It seems that Muggle life did not teach you manners, but taught you their arrogance.

!For wizards, what you said is not a fundamental performance. Sit down, Mr. Slytherin, the thief of spells!"

The students in the Snake Academy burst into laughter.

"Who can give me a clear answer?" Quirrell asked.

Hermione still raised her hands high, although she looked very angry and her mouth was almost as thin as Professor McGonagall's.

Quirrell ignored her and walked to a group of Slytherin students sitting together: "Miss Malfoy?"

Dracris stood up, raised her head proudly, and curved the corners of her mouth with pride, and said:

"For wizards, magic and life die together."

"Very good, two points for Slytherin." Quirrell trembled, his eyes lowered, as if he was looking at the lines on his palms: "It's magic, innate magic. For us, the power of magic is stronger than flesh and blood.

Importantly, it is difficult for you to use non-magical attacks to actually kill a wizard, or even to seriously injure him as long as he still has power. Unless he is too weak or his magic is suppressed, the power of magic will be lost when life becomes weak.

It will also weaken and eventually die with life."

"So remember, never let yourself get trapped in weakness!" he warned.

"And the dead, those wizards who are really dead," Quirrell's voice seemed to have a hint of disdain: "They have lost all the power they were once proud of, and their corpses are just corpses, the corpses of wizards and Muggles.

There is no difference."

"Miss Malfoy, have you ever seen a dead body?"

Dracris was stunned, her face turned even paler, and she shook her head in confusion.

"What a pity." Quirrell waved his hand for her to sit down.

"Similarly, if you want to use ordinary means to kill a wizard, a dark wizard who threatens you, you must first make him extremely weak. After he loses most of his strength, maybe you can use Muggle weapons.

It can kill him. Magic power will disappear with life. I didn’t understand until later..."

"Of course, we only attack others when we need to protect ourselves." The defense professor added: "All the offensive content discussed in this class is to protect ourselves."

"As a defense professor I must emphasize this."

The next course still revolved around the topic of death. Quirrell said that if you want to resist danger, you must first understand the danger. Lin Mo still agreed with this sentence. In fact, aside from Quirrell's targeting and his indifference to ordinary people,

With concealed contempt, the content of his course was quite substantial, but the topic was too serious for half-grown children.

Except for Evel, who was still particularly interested in death-related content, the other students were not interested in listening.

In the rest of the course, Lin Mo did not suffer that weird mental blow again, but he was still targeted in various ways. Quirrell explicitly hinted that a magic thief like him was not worthy of entering Slytherin, except that he was not deducted points.

Besides, his treatment in Defense class was almost the same as Harry's treatment in Potions class.

The content is too serious and the images are too bloody. Even the pure-blooded Slytherins don't like the professor's teaching style. The freshmen who have been looking forward to defense for a long time are inevitably a little disappointed and feel that this class is being taken by Quirrell.

It has become a boring history of magic.

It was not until the end of get out of class that Quirrell finally came up with his trump card.

He gave everyone a magic potion.

The students' interest was regained almost immediately.

The potion is encapsulated in a crystal clear glass vial. It looks extremely beautiful, as if it is a cocktail of colors that are changing all the time. When placed in the sun, it will scatter rainbow-like light, with some sparkling tiny bubbles running around inside.

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Professor Quirrell said this was the dream potion and required every student to take it before going to bed tonight.

Dreamland, this was the second time Lin Mo heard this word.

The first time was when Professor Xikelea said that the long-lasting elixir was purchased from the Dreamland Auction House.

"I said that the core of defense lies in practice. You need to get used to facing danger and getting used to fighting. Only in this way can you develop a keen reaction and a firm mentality, so that you will not be at a loss when you encounter real danger!" Quirrell said

Liao Zhi introduced the potion: "This potion is called Dream Realm Potion, and it can allow you to enter the Dream Realm in advance."

The classroom suddenly became excited.

The Muggle-born magic thieves, including Harry, were all confused, but the students from wizarding families all screamed with excitement.

They were extremely excited, looking at the potion with fanatical yearning in their eyes, wishing they could drink the potion right now. A few of them also had a little fear, like Neville, who heard that this potion could

After letting him enter the dream realm, his face turned pale, and his hand shook and he almost dropped the vial to the ground.

"We are too young to enter the Dream Realm." He murmured, but no one paid any attention to him.

Everyone is cheering.

Quirrell showed a smile: "Please keep the potion until before going to bed, otherwise you will miss our wonderful class at night. This is a very precious potion. Please thank your Potions Professor and Professor Snape for your help.

Only then can we prepare so many high-quality dream potions for everyone to learn and use."

"Of course, you are still too young to enter the real arena training in the Dream Realm, and Dumbledore did not allow that, but I persuaded him to agree to my plan. With the efforts of the professors, we used the power of the Dream Realm,

I have successfully created a sub-domain for you, and you will get used to dangers, difficulties, battles and self-protection in the dream domain led by me."

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the defense professor finally said:

"Wait until night, after you enter the dreamland, and I will explain the specific content to you."

Cheers echoed in the classroom.

It can only be said that the attraction of the Dream Realm is too strong. By lunch, Quirrell had completed a magnificent turnaround and was promoted to the most popular professor at Hogwarts, even surpassing Flitwick of Ravenclaw.

Dean.

Beside the long table, the freshmen all huddled together happily and excitedly discussed things about the Dream Realm.

Many people don't even bother to eat, wishing that time would pass by quickly so they could go to bed at night.

Only a few students still have complaints.

"Can't Dumbledore hire anyone else?!" Miss Granger put down her dinner plate heavily.

"Professor Quirrell's attitude towards Muggles is simply discrimination, serious discrimination. Why doesn't everyone notice this! Did a bottle of potion buy you all off?! And the content discussed in his courses is not at all

In line with the textbook, those ideas about war are too radical! How on earth did he pass Dumbledore's interview!" she said angrily.

"Hermione, why can't you bear it!" Ron felt that this girl was simply confused. He shook the bottle of colorful potion, as if he was looking at his lover and was intoxicated: "This is a dream potion! Hermione,

Dream Potion! Do you know what its market price is? At least five galleons!"

"Oh, I actually want to drink such a precious thing!" Ron was still a little reluctant: "To be honest, I have begun to miss it. This is the most expensive potion I have ever owned. If I can sell it,"

"That's not the point!" Hermione was still angry.

"Of course this is the key!" Ron said, he was extremely excited: "The Dream Realm is everything! Without the Dream Realm potion, we would have to wait until next year, when we can condense the spiritual gems on the wand before we can enter the Dream Realm.

,do you know."

"Professor Quirrell says that's not true."

"That's enough! Dreamland is everything!" Ron didn't give the girl any room to refute.

"Ahem," Lin Mo poked his head out from the side: "Ron, can you first tell us what the Dream Realm is?"

As a Slytherin student who ate at the Gryffindor table in the restaurant, Lin Mo was quite shameless. But he obviously couldn't get useful information from the taciturn Bloody Barrow, and Blaise couldn't

I don’t want to get too close to him, at least I don’t want to get too close to him under the eyes of other Snake Academy students.

"Lin Mo! Didn't you realize how Quirrell targeted you?" Hermione was dissatisfied.

"I found it," Lin Mo put a piece of barbecue into his mouth: "It's just like Snape targeting Harry."

Harry nodded in agreement.

"Then what?" Hermione glared at Lin Mo.

"Then?" Lin Mo was stunned.

"Aren't you angry?!"

"Oh, angry! I must be angry! Very angry!" Lin Mo nodded righteously, picked up another piece of barbecue and put it into his mouth. The barbecue sauce prepared by the house elf was so delicious and fragrant that if he didn't pay attention, he would eat it.

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"Don't you want to do something?" Hermione was a little crazy.

"Hmm... I want to know what the dream realm is. I heard Qi Luo say it is a dream realm before?" Lin Mo said.

"It's the Dreamland again! It's obviously just a false world! But you only care about this!!" Miss Granger finally glanced at Evel, trying to get some support from her, but found that the girl was feeding her electric velvet

I have no intention of participating in the topic.

She gave the three boys an unreasonable look, picked up the dinner plate and left angrily.

Judging from Granger's expression, maybe she is planning to start an "Anti-Qiluo Alliance" or "Qiluo Unworthy to Be a Defense Professor Propaganda Group" on her own, but judging from Quilo's current popularity

, her chances of success are slim.

Ron was finally able to continue sharing his knowledge of the Dream Realm.

After all, Harry, Lin Mo, and Jane knew almost nothing about this word. Ron still enjoyed the feeling of being a teacher. He coughed lightly, shook the potion in his hand, and

He said with a drunken face:

"If I have to describe it, my dad said that Dreamland is like an online game for Muggles."