The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

I went to the official website of nasa and downloaded several sets of starry sky maps taken by the James Webb Space Telescope, especially the first set of starry sky maps published by the White House. I can only say - great! !

It is hard to imagine that the small light spots inside are galaxy clusters 150 billion years ago. What you see is the past of the universe instead of the present. When you see the galaxies in the picture, it seems to travel through time and space.It is simply the wealth that belongs to all mankind.

(ps: I can't put pictures in the works for the time being, if you are interested, you can search online)

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Cyrus took a nap while reading a book with Hermione in the library at noon. After the unusual meeting last night, Cyrus didn't think that Professor Quirrell was really what Ravenclaw said.

How can a person who is so good at using silent spells be so miserable on the surface?

"You mean, Quirrell can use the summoning spell and the transfiguration spell silently?" Hermione seemed to have discovered some incredible secret, "And you didn't get deducted points for the night tour last night?"

Can't believe why all the good things happen to him

"To be precise, I just went to the kitchen for a midnight snack~" Cyrus blinked at her innocently, "Besides...the smell of garlic isn't particularly bad, is it?"

Hermione made a look of disgust, and pushed him in disgust, "If you eat garlic and don't rinse your mouth, then you will never talk to me."

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, which everyone has been looking forward to, officially started. Cyrus sat in the front row habitually. Professor Quirrell poked his head through a small door at the back of the classroom before coming out. Maybe he was nervous and was surrounded by many people. He almost tripped while the students were watching,

Several Gryffindor students laughed when they saw his outfit. It is said that his turban-like hat was given to him by an African prince to thank him for helping to drive away a difficult resurrected zombie, although everyone heard I don't seem to believe the story much, but at least Cyrus did, maybe at least not as much as he himself said,

"This is really fun, I heard Fred and George say it definitely smells like garlic." Ron behind him was chatting quietly with Harry beside him,

"Oh my god, the whole classroom smells like this, but it's okay, it's much better than sleeping in the loft before"

Professor Quirrell stuttered and read the list, some people couldn't hear clearly, so he had to read it a few more times,

"Before...before this, did you...know that the black magic defense...defense is...used to deal with what?" He stood on the podium a little uneasy, it seemed that no one in the classroom paid attention to him, Cyrus could only hold up his hands as he turned his gaze forward,

"Is it mainly used to deal with various dark creatures such as werewolves, zombies, hags, vampires, and black magic?"

"Very good answer, five points for Hufflepuff" is a standard answer. Although the answer is in the book, Quirrell is mainly happy because someone can cheer, and then he talks about black knowledge of magic,

Because he stuttered, no one listened to him in class, and even some little wizards secretly laughed at him. After class, Cyrus lent his notes to Wayne and Justin to copy. Bring your belongings back to the lounge,

"Wait! Professor!!" Cyrus felt as if he was going to grab Quirrell who was about to 'escape' from the classroom, "If you...you want to ask questions... come to the office, anyway... No one came to find me"

The professor's office of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is on the third floor. You can directly enter through a secret door in the classroom. The office looks very ordinary, but the decorations are a bit miscellaneous.

There is a crystal ball on the table, a monocular astronomical telescope erected by the window sill in the office, a huge bookshelf on the left, and a row of glass counters on the right, where various plant specimens are placed, perhaps Souvenirs from the professor's travels that year,

Maybe I can send some plant decorations I made in the future, Sellers thought,

"Cy...Cyrus? Yes, I...I heard Professor Flitwick mention...you when I was having breakfast in the hall today" Quirrell snapped his fingers, causing the objects on the side to transform into a wooden The chair asked the students to sit down, "Yes.. Is there any... question about the charm?"

"Professor, I'm a little puzzled by some of the black magic theories mentioned in "Black Magic: A Guide to Self-Defense"" Sellers put forward his point of view, "Why do everyone reject black magic? But the cutting curse in white magic can also The ability to injure people and even cut objects”

"Your point of view, the angle is...a little tricky, but...but it's very good." Professor Quirrell encouraged the students' curiosity, "but...but the most important point of black magic is...that is to be able to affect the mind"

The boy thought of several knowledge points mentioned in the book, "Such as the Unforgivable Curse?"

"Yes... yes" Speaking of this, the professor's expression became a little timid, "Black magic will... make people sink after a long time, as if... someone is whispering in your ear, and most importantly What's more, black magic is...it has its own unique counter-curse, otherwise it is difficult to cure"

"In fact, many people still maintain your idea that whether a spell is good or bad has something to do with people, but...but in fact, people who use black magic...for a long time will...will be very extreme"

"Then is there any magic that can shield emotions, so that black magic will harm oneself less?"

"Also...maybe...but...but not enough because it's subtle"

Cyrus thought for a while, and discussed with him a few different points of view on the spell,

"Professor, what is the difference between the Fire Curse and the Fiendfyre Curse? Can we increase the temperature of the flame in the Flame Curse, so that it can physically achieve the same effect as Fiendfyre?"

"Well~ you... you reminded me, this is... a good direction, many people just apply magic to the range and duration of the flame"

"You're very...very smart," Quirrell was a little surprised by the little wizard in front of him, but Cyrus just shook his head modestly, "Professor, I'm just standing on the shoulders of giants."

But the professor didn't think so, "You have to climb by yourself... to the shoulders of giants." The more he looked at the little badger in front of him, he became more and more satisfied, "But...but don't be too proud..."

Being a Muggle wizard is quite difficult at Hogwarts, but it is rare to be a genius, maybe..., the professor's mind slowly sank,

Cyrus suddenly thought that a professor with such a wealth of theoretical knowledge and good at silent spells would be a good guide for their next preparations,

"Professor, can I ask one thing?" He scratched his hair in embarrassment, "You have very rich theoretical knowledge, can you be our theoretical supervisor for the 'Experiment on the Development of Curse'? Professor Flitwick is Our Practice Professors”

As he spoke, he took out the association invitation letter from his pocket,

Quirrell was a little stunned, pulled out an ugly smile nervously, and was about to say something when suddenly his head hurt and he almost fell off the chair.

Cyrus looked dumbfounded, and thought to himself~ Could it be that the professor is also a person who is afraid of trouble?want to get away with this

"Professor!" He stepped forward to ask nervously, if something happened to the professor and he just came out of the office, then the suspicion would not be cleared away, maybe he would be accused of 'murder the professor' the next day charges of

"It's okay...it's okay" Quirrell stabilized his head, and he could clearly see big beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. He took the invitation letter from the boy and signed it as 'Quirinas Quirrell', " I...I promise you, just come to me if you need anything, if...if I don't have class"

Some things were beyond his expectation, but he didn't expect it to come true.

At this time, Professor Quirrell asked Cyrus to leave as if pleading, "Let's go, let me take a rest... It's okay, I... I'm old."

So he was the only one left in the office. Suddenly, a voice that wasn't Quirrell came from himself,

"Qi... Luo..." was a hoarse and deep voice,

"Yes... yes, master..." the professor lowered his head and spoke carefully,

"You...after joining this...Mudblood Association, you will be able to better...investigate...the whereabouts..." The feeble voice spoke to him in a commanding tone, "Afterwards...maybe you can...accept him...you go...black magic...to seduce him"

"No one...can...deny a greater power...power..."

Quirrell didn't make a sound, he gritted his teeth, he didn't know what to think about with his calm head, his hands rested on his knees and he clenched his fists, his body trembled.

"crucio (cruciate)!"

"Ah!!" Following a spell, the professor finally fell to the ground, clutching his collar, his back soaked with sweat.

"You... say..."

Quirrell took a deep breath, "Yes...master...man, no one...can refuse...power...power"

"Go...after success...you...are my...hero"