HP's Impassable Time

This is a class on the history of magic. Professor Spencer’s lectures are always unpopular. He seldom interacts with the students in the audience. He doesn’t get angry when no one answers his occasional questions. He continues to read his giant book rigidly. Thick History of Magic tutorial.

"The Presbyterian Council 2000 years ago possessed absolute power in the magic world. As the first Great Elder with written records, Charles Bode was undoubtedly the most dazzling existence during that time. Its impact on..."

Professor Spencer didn't even raise his head. Although it was not the first time he had said these things, and the content inside could definitely be recited word for word, he still lowered his head seriously and flipped through his favorite book. Books, he has been a ghost for many years, and that book is as good as new, all thanks to Professor Flitwick's perfect and powerful spell.

"Squeak..."

The door of Hogwarts' old and dilapidated classroom cracked, and Professor Spence raised his head in confusion. There were very few situations in his class.

"Sorry Professor, I'm late."

"Oh! Sit down quickly, remember to ask your classmates to copy the previous notes after class."

People at the door can see the snow scene outside the window behind Professor Spence through his translucent head. The snow is not heavy, and the eloquence is very pleasing.

She walked to the empty seat at the back of the classroom and sat down in the eyes of the few students who remained awake, and then took out a thick book and notes on the history of magic, and prepared public ink on the desk.

"...its importance to the wizarding world is demonstrated by the following events..."

Professor Spin's voice was still calm, without any emotional fluctuations. After the episode just now, several sober students became more sober. They yelled at Zhengxiang's classmate who was sleeping next to him, and wanted to discuss the matter of the person who just came in. .

"get out of class is over?" The person who was woken up tried his best to stand up with confused eyes and stretched his waist. He picked up the book on the table and was about to go out. The movement was done in one go, and it was obvious that he had formed a subconscious reaction.

But soon he realized something was wrong, the surroundings were too quiet, and the classmate who woke him up next to him was already crying and laughing JPG with his face covered.

#Take what to save you, my deskmate#

#IQ is being eaten by a dog#

"Student, what's your question?" When Professor Spence looked up, he saw a student standing up excitedly (Dong Fog) holding a book. Could it be that someone couldn't think about giving a speech in his class?Perhaps it should be encouraged.

The corners of his pearly white and transparent mouth curled up, and he tried his best to make a kind expression that I am very gentle and please ask questions freely. I should be glad that Professor Spence reacted slowly, and he was lazy when he didn't hear what he asked.

God knows that classmate has already petrified!How about calling me after class?At the same table, you actually tricked me!

"Uh! If I say there is no problem, can I sit down?" He asked cautiously, his voice turning a little bit.

Perhaps as a ghost professor, the reaction is slower, but there are always some unique ways to punish students, otherwise these ignorant students can't listen to it, it's not just as simple as sleeping.

Professor Spence stretched out his hand, palms up, fingers slightly bent, and he pushed up the small glasses hanging on his nose with his thumbs. Of course, the glasses also exist in the form of ghosts, which is very interesting, "So Speaking of which, are you playing with my old man?"

In fact, Professor Spencer used to be a very funny person. When he was alive, he was the most respected professor of Slytherin, the most admired object of Ravenclaw, and the most trusted teacher of Hufflepuff. Findo's favorite existence, can be recognized by four colleges with different styles at the same time. He is the only professor in the past. Humorous and good at taking care of students, his class is recognized as the most lingering class.

Only that was hundreds of years ago.

Because of the movement just now, people who were not sleeping well woke up one after another. Seeing Professor Spencen’s classic movement of pushing glasses, they immediately became clever and threw the sleepy people who were still reluctant to leave back to the unknown. corner of the universe.

Lily played with the quill that had just been filled with ink in her hand, and was also waiting for the next development of the matter.

His position happened to be in the middle of the classroom, and it was a good place to be watched. He wanted to cry but had no choice but to let go of his extreme dissatisfaction with his deskmate and began to ask for assistance from the outside.

"Elder, here." The deskmate pointed to a page in his book and told in a low voice. Professor Spence was already floating in front of the person at this time. He quickly opened the book and glanced at it, not waiting for him to say more After watching for a while, Professor Spence had already arrived in front of him, and he stretched out his hand...

"I want to ask about the relationship between the Great Elder and Rospuhild." I only remembered such a name in a hurry just now, hoping to get away with it.

Professor Spence withdrew his hand, and once again leaked the kind expression that I am very gentle, please feel free to ask questions, "Very interesting question, the relationship between Bode and Hilde is actually not exaggerated too much in the official history, and in fact, their relationship is more Your soul mate is closer. It's rare that you ask such a question, sit down!"

Unsurprisingly.

There is indeed no such thing in the history of magic, but how could it be possible that two great men of the same era did not have any intersection?

With everyone relaxed, Professor Spence floated back to the podium and closed the thick history of magic. This was the first time he closed the book on the way to class. The people below looked at each other. Look at me, I look at you, I don't know what kind of trouble he is going to make.

"The history of magic records what people want to see, or what they want to see, and all the unknowns exist here," Professor Spence pointed to his head, "This is where the truth is kept, Through the wisdom and insights passed down from generation to generation, the oldest wizards cast magic on these truths to ensure that no matter what age, there are some true truths that can be used as guiding lights, leaving a glimmer of hope for those struggling in the dark .”

"This is the real wealth left by the wizards for us, and it is also the proof of their existence."

"Soul mate is the most intimate and stable relationship we all know. They have a soul fit with each other, which is not common in itself, and a more intimate existence than soul mate is called Aurora."

Lily looked at Professor Spence with great interest. At least what he said was not in the History of Magic book. I don't know if it will be in the library.

"Different from what Muggles call Aurora, what we call Aurora is a general term for a relationship higher than the soul level. This appellation first originated from the Ten Presbyterian Church. I will talk about the Presbyterian Church in detail later." See Some people showed puzzled expressions, Gryffindors even raised their hands to ask about the Presbyterian Church, Professor Spence pressed his hands and said, he didn't even turn the pages of the book, looked out of the windows surrounding the classroom and then turned back, continued explain.

"People are divided into four grades by them: body, spirit, soul, and Aurora. The first three are easy to understand, so I won't introduce more, and Aurora..." His white pupils dilated as if recalling .

The classroom seemed to be placed in jelly, and there was no sound around. Everyone held their breath and waited for the professor's explanation, but Professor Spence always liked to disappoint people, "... there is no written record, only such a plausible name, There was once a very outstanding wizard who formed an Aurora Society just to follow in the footsteps of Aurora, but it also failed later, but since him, there has been another species in the wizarding world."

Professor Spence pointed to himself, "No one knows what he did, but shortly after his death, he reappeared in front of everyone in the form of a ghost, and he is the first ghost in the world, of course his name has been It is untestable, only one code name has been handed down, zero one seven."

"As for the relationship between the Great Elder and the Fasheng...that's a taboo story, don't go around talking about it!"

It was time for get out of class to end, and the door of the History of Magic classroom hadn't been opened for a long time. Other students who passed by History of Magic were a little puzzled. How could there be no History of Magic class today?Otherwise, the history of magic, which is usually the first to open the door, has not moved yet.

After a long time, the number of students in the corridor began to decrease, and the door of the History of Magic classroom opened slowly. A group of students came out of the classroom one after another, all of them seemed to be full of enthusiasm, and did not realize that the next class was about to start .

Lily stayed at the end of the classroom, and after everyone else had left, she said to Professor Spin who was arranging books at the podium: "Professor knows that [-]?"

Professor Spence stopped packing his things, and he looked at Lily with a dull gaze, as if he wasn't the one who was gossiping about historical figures just now.

"I see."

Leaving those words behind, Lily pushed open the door that someone closed casually and walked out, leaving Professor Spencer alone in the empty classroom.

Not far away, a familiar breathing sound came from far behind. The breathing sound was very rough, as if a dilapidated bellows was working strongly. Lily stopped and turned around.

A touch of platinum gold first appeared at the corner. His usual meticulous clothes and hair were a little messy. A few hairs stuck to his forehead. Sweat gathered on his chin along the hair and lines, dripped and shattered on the ground as he ran. With countless petals, his every movement can be easily disassembled, and countless flaws are exposed during his running. Lily can completely kill him in a few seconds, or just need a simple spell.

"Lily! Are you back? You, are you okay?"

Draco's breathing is still unsteady, it seems that the running distance is not short, Lily clearly remembers that Draco should be studying botany in the last class, in Greenhouse No. [-], the one farthest from the castle, like a machine, always Subconsciously calculating.

"Hello, my name is Phil, Phil Gunter, of course, you can continue to call me Lily, Lily Morin."

Draco looked at Lily in surprise as if he was facing a stranger. This was his Lily, not Phil.

"Li...Lily? What's the matter with you?" Draco was a little scared, he reached out to grab Lily's hand, and Lily just raised his hand to put the loose hair behind his ear, "It's okay! Just remembered something, long time no see, how is Christmas going?"

Unfamiliar greetings, the snow outside the window became heavier and began to rustle, the corridor was empty at this time, the cold penetrated through the thick walls of the castle, climbed up Draco's limbs and bones, he stretched out The hand on the way froze there, neither lifted nor released.

But Malfoy's arrogance has been carved into his bones, he finally withdrew his hand, straightened his clothes secretly, and smiled decently, "It's okay, it's just that someone is missing, after all, it's a bit deserted."

The smile on Lily's face remained the same, "I'm going to be late soon, I still have class, your next class is Defense Against the Dark Arts class! It's better not to be late, otherwise Dad will be unhappy!"

"Then, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

The conversation was as unfamiliar as a passerby, the coldness on Draco's body still couldn't fade away, Lily's back had disappeared at the stairs, and he was walking mechanically on the way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

He will never admit the wrong person!