I didn’t expect to have no idea at all. Phyllis, who is in a state of irritability, directly pushed the door and went out.
Well, it doesn’t seem to be a big deal, and it’s nothing to get to the classroom early. Amy comforted herself with a rag to continue cleaning.
Today’s magic history class is still with Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, and they are freshmen.
After a few magic history classes, the students all know that Professor Kate always walks into the classroom with the bell stuck. These little guys are fighting wildly before the class.
Harry Potter, a boy who can’t get around the topic in Gryffindor in the first grade, survived the accident.
Harry didn’t want to attract attention in this way, but it was not surprising that his classmates didn’t think so. A group of people chattered around him and had a heated discussion
The topic of this discussion is what the flash scar on Harry’s forehead is-as soon as you hear it, you will know that this is a topic that Ravenclaw students have come up with.
"that’s what that man left behind."
"Yes, that’s it."
"Yes, that’s right."
After a sound appeared, many people echoed it. It seems that there are still many people who agree with this view.
"This is not caused by that person, but by Harry’s mother." Harry’s good friend hermione granger has a different understanding.
"What? What makes you say that? " Asked a student horse next to him
For Ravenclaw, this is not an argument. They are used to asking questions to think.
However, this body is not suitable for debate, and there is no way to say it from the logical root.
Facing a bunch of Ravenclaw, Hermione shouted "Because this scar represents love"
Just then Phyllis stepped into the classroom and just heard Hermione say this.
This sentence made Phyllis stunned and immediately smiled and asked, "Miss Granger, do you mean that Mr. Potter’s forehead scar represents love?"
"Teach … Professor?" Hermione got a fright and hurriedly got up.
At that time, everyone in the classroom shut up. It was noisy just now, and the classroom was instantly quiet.
"Take your seats," Phyllis went to the podium and waited until the students were seated. "Miss Granger, do you mean that Mr. Potter’s forehead scar represents love?"
"Is … is" Professor Kate heard Hermione couldn’t admit it.
"Why do you say that?" Phyllis said, "That’s a flash scar."
The first sentence is normal, and the second sentence is strange. Flash … Well, Harry’s forehead scar is indeed flash, but what does this have to do with representation?
Hermione said in her heart, but the professor still had to answer questions.
Hermione racked her brains for a long time before she said, "The professor is Harry’s mother, and it is her blood spell that protects her child, so that Harry can live … I think this is love."
Phyllis’s face smiled just as the bell rang. She took out the class and said, "Turn over the textbook. Today we are going to study the fourth period."
Chapter two hundred and seventy Professor of Hogwarts Magic History (29)
After this magic history class, Phyllis left the classroom quickly without even paying attention to her homework.
What I just heard from Hermione inspired Phyllis a lot, and now she needs magic experiments to verify it.
Back in the office, I saw Amy, the house elf, cleaning the glass. Phyllis called "Amy, come here."
"What do you want to tell the master?" Amy came along.
Phyllis picked up a piece of manuscript paper and drew a "ζ" on it. "What do you think this symbol stands for?"
Amy took a look at Phyllis and said carefully, "Isn’t this a magic rune built by the master?"
I forgot to live together for more than ten years. Amy knows her own position. It’s nothing to find her roots.
"You …" Phyllis just said a word and heard a knock at the door.
Amy went to help knock on the door and saw Leah carrying her bag outside.
"Leah, today," Phyllis called Leah to sit across the table and asked, "What can I do for you?"
Although I have been here several times, Leah is still a little nervous in the face of Professor Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"Well …" Leah relaxed her mood and said, "Is it ok for me to rewrite my paper?" Then Leah took out a document from her bag and handed it over.
After Phyllis took it, she simply looked at her face and smiled faintly and said, "Yes, it has made great progress."
Phyllis put the paper on the table and looked at Leah’s eyes and asked, "Can you tell me what not to give it to me on Monday?"
"Well, during this period, I went to the school library to study for myself, thinking that I could quickly complete the professor’s layout …"
"I hope to hear the truth," Phyllis said. Her face was not very serious and her tone was gentle.
Leah opened her mouth, but in the end she didn’t say anything. She bowed her head deeply.
Phyllis chuckled and said, "isn’t it a good choice to prove that you have many ways to do business before?"
"It’s me, Professor Bai," Leah said in some dismay.
"Do you understand?" Phyllis said, "OK, then tell me in detail-why would I say that?"
"Ah?" Leah didn’t expect Phyllis to ask this question. Isn’t it good to admit your mistake honestly?
"Is it a problem to arrange extra work for you?"
"No … no"
"Good," Phyllis picked up the manuscript paper and asked, "Leah, take a look. What do you think this character stands for?"
She took the manuscript paper handed by Professor Kate and looked at it seriously-she didn’t feel anything.
"This represents … tangled?" I really don’t know what this character is. Leah can guess at random from her appearance
"All right," Phyllis took out another piece of manuscript paper and wrote the same "ζ" character with a quill pen, but this time she mobilized her body magic and wrote this character in a way similar to writing magic runes with a magic wand. "What do you think of this symbol?"
"This …" Leah looked at carefully. "This seems to represent … death."
Chapter two hundred and seventy-nine Professor of Hogwarts Magic History (3)
The most popular sports phase in Quidditch Wizardry established its position in Ireland in the 14th century, and soon spread to other parts of Europe and then swept the whole world.
Every four years, the wizarding world will hold a huge Quidditch World Cup final, and tens of thousands of wizards will gather together to watch the grand event. Hogwarts School of Wizardry will also hold a Quidditch competition every year, and four colleges will fight for the championship.
Of the four Hogwarts colleges, Gryffindor is the most enthusiastic about Quidditch. In contrast, Ravenclaw, who boasts calmness and wisdom and has more girls, is less enthusiastic.
However, in recent years, Ravenclaw Quidditch has made a good record, which is mainly due to the support of Phyllis Kate.
People who know Phyllis well don’t recognize that such a cold and arrogant woman will ride a broom to chase quaffle desperately.
"But Quidditch matches are always very enjoyable, aren’t they?" Phyllis sat in the stands next to Professor Flitwick and said
The quidditch team of Ravenclaw College is training. The girls-well, Ravenclaw girls are more than this year’s quidditch team-are excited about the arrival of the dean and the "deputy dean", which makes them feel valued.
"Of course," Flitwick said with a smile.
It is not that he is indifferent to the quidditch competition in Ravenclaw College, but that he does not express his support for the quidditch team in the college as fresh and straightforward as Phyllis did.
I have to say that this is indeed a professor with a delicate mind but a strong convergence.
In October, Hogwarts showed beautiful autumn scenery, the forbidden forest was green in the distance, and the autumn wind was blowing gently. Looking at the young girls’ stadium, Phyllis sighed, "What a beautiful season!"
"Why? The problem is solved? " Flitwick asked this sentence.
Behind the footsteps rang.
Two assistants hurriedly walked aside and saw Zhang Huiling with a man coming in.
"All Mr. Yuan’s experimental subjects are ready to try to wake them up by writing consciousness," said the experimental director with a flattering face
The man called Mr. Yuan looked at the Petri dishes on both sides and said, "How many groups of experiments can we conduct today?"
Zhang Hui carefully tunnel "three groups, three groups at most, more than three groups, will our materials be rejected?"
Mr. Yuan’s eyes narrowed slightly, which seemed a little dissatisfied, but he nodded his head without saying it.
Zhang Hui immediately cleared his throat and clapped his hands. "Cheer up, we’re going to experiment."
"Check the will models of two experimental bodies. I don’t want them to be biased."
"Confirm the quantity of a protective agent, and don’t make a mistake for me."
"Ask the department to say hello. We’re going to experiment. Let them give priority to ensuring that our laboratory can respond when they pick it up."
Ordered to go to the laboratory, the staff got busy in an orderly way.
Zhang Hui will take a deep breath after passing the inspection.
At this time, all the windows in the laboratory suddenly snapped, and one window burst, and the shattered glass particles were sprayed into the laboratory with the strong wind, which fell on many instruments and hit the Petri dish next to it, causing a burst of alarm in the laboratory.
At this time, people in the laboratory heard a thunder from the sky outside the window.
Mr. Yuan, however, seemed to feel something and suddenly looked out of the window and then "suspended the experiment" on the avenue.
"Don’t come out!"
Then flicker away from the window.
It took Zhang Hui a few seconds to get up. "What are you still doing? Hurry up and reinforce the doors and windows. It’s very important not to let them go wrong!"
He swallowed his saliva and went to the broken window. He looked out of the window and suddenly opened his mouth.
The clouds outside the island are slowly rotating and stirring, forming a huge terrorist’ vortex’
There is a constant light flashing in that whirlpool, and occasionally a thunder blows down and hits the sea.
There has been a waterspout on the sea surface that has been sucked for half, and even the sea surface seems to have been set high. It seems that the sea surface will overturn and turn into a tsunami to attack the island at any time.
"This …"
Zhang Hui has lived on this island for most of his life. Although he has encountered several abnormal phenomena, it has never been so serious as it is now.
He jerked back and shouted, "Bring me everything that can strengthen the doors and windows."
"Tsunami will come soon!"
There was silence in the laboratory, and then everyone ran around in a mess.
this moment
Mr. Yuan or Yuan counted him on the rooftop of the laboratory.
He looked at the clouds in the distance with a dignified face.
Yuan’s eyes can vaguely see a huge shadow whenever there is a flash in the cloud.
A mass is bigger than the island of feet.
"Well, it does smell like a Samana, so you’re the one who stole his power?"
Suddenly a sound Yuan number sounded behind him.
Yuan several pupil immediately shrink into a little.
He turned sharply.
The body didn’t move. There have been several mottled lines like rust behind him. These lines make everyone shake.
However, there is no one behind Yuan.
"here"
That sound then sounded on the left.
Yuan several don’t turn around corner has caught a glimpse of a figure.
He slowly turned to look.
A man with long black hair, pale purple eyes and a silvery white robe said, "But it’s a pity that you have gained the body and strength of Saman but not his quality."
Yuan number then low mouth "he’ quality’ has dissipated when he died"
The dark-haired man opposite shook his head. "It seems that you don’t know enough about this kind of thing."
"Don’t let me tell you."
"’quality’ is limited to conceptual things or visual concepts’ entities’, which represent a certain universal rule"
"The quality will not disappear, even if it leaves the Salmonella, it will enter another individual, and it will be in the universe waiting to be discovered and harvested before no individual is entitled to it."
Yuan Shu did not dare to relax and looked at the man in front of him. "Who are you?"
The man didn’t answer at the end. He tore a jagged gap with a touch of air. Looking through the gap, it turned out to be a scene in a square laboratory.
The man with dark hair and purple eyes stepped back into the gap and entered the scene.
Yuan several pounced on.
He disappeared before he got close to the gap.
Yuan doesn’t stop at the direct foot transport capacity, and Yuan directly falls into the first floor of the building.
In Room 7 of the Experimental Building
Zhang Hui stepped back and watched the dark-haired man warily.
Just now, he was directing all the people to block the doors and windows, and suddenly there was a jagged gap.
Through that gap, Zhang Hui saw the rooftop of the experimental building and Mr. Yuan.
Then someone stepped back into this gap and directly appeared in this laboratory.
So Zhang Huiwen was shocked at the end of the smell.
Although he is not a research scholar, Zhang Hui also knows that the method used by the dark-haired man is only theoretical wormhole passage.
Theoretically, a wormhole is a’ tunnel’ for continuous meat.
Like a whirlpool in the sea, it is not only fleeting.
The root is beyond human control.
But now someone personally demonstrated the "transfer" in front of his eyes, which made Zhang Hui’s head turn around and he was wrong.
Boom
A wall suddenly burst Yuan several chased in.
He looked at two rows of Petri dishes for the first time.
The dark-haired man noticed his move. The man looked into a Petri dish. "What are these?"
"It’s interesting to have a perfect human body but I don’t feel conscious. Are you making a skin?"
"But this kind of skin is not. If you transfer your will, their roots will not support you and their strength will collapse in a few days."
Yuan Shu didn’t respond but repeated the question "Who are you?"
The dark-haired man stopped and tapped the Petri dish with one finger, then turned to Yuan. "It’s strange that you stole Saman’s body and strength, but didn’t you steal his knowledge and memory?"
"Speaking of this, your practice is similar to that in our parasitic skin."
"It’s blasphemous that you should play up your mind."