On the Astronomical Tower, Professor Aurora Cinista glanced excitedly at the telescope, and then hurriedly drew on the parchment scroll in his hand.

She looked excited, and her mouth was full of admiration, "Ophiuchus, little Snake ......"

If Lind could see the contents of her parchment scroll at this time, it would feel very familiar.

This is the task that Professor Cinnesta assigned to the first-year wizards at the beginning of the school year, the so-called star map when the stars return to their positions.

But the star map in the professor's hand is obviously closer, more complete, and more accurate.

Professor Cinnista's ability to teach at Hogwarts is a testament to his high level of professionalism. And this time the stars were also the first time she had seen them, even in the case of many classics and star maps drawn by her predecessors, she still chose to draw the stars she saw with her own eyes.

"No, how do you feel that every star is a little different from what you saw before?!" The professor compared his own star map with an old parchment scroll, and at the same time, an old book with a star map on it was spread out next to him.

The star map in the old book was basically the same as the star map on the old sheepskin scroll, but the difference was big from the one she had just made herself.

Each star has inexplicably deviated from some positions, and in the end, the gap between the combined star maps is a bit big!

She frowned and looked at the sky with her binoculars several more times.

"No problem! I draw pretty standardly. Could it be that these old information is wrong?

Or...... What is the difference due to geo-viewing angles? No, this old sheepskin scroll was drawn by the previous teacher here.

Astrological displacement?! Or am I making a mistake and this is actually another set of stars?! ”

The professor picked up the two sheepskin scrolls and compared them repeatedly, but still couldn't come up with a reason.

"If the stars are displaced......" she glanced at the divination classroom in the north tower.

"Forget it...... It's better to listen to her than to listen to the of the centaurs, at least they really understand! Professor Cinista shook his head, then looked at the sky again.

The astrological shift was now just her guess. Her next thing to do is...... Re-mark the star map that the children have drawn for the semester.

Because she used to use the old sheepskin scroll to rate the children's scores, but now that the picture is not symmetrical with the reality, she can only re-score the children with the star map she drew as the standard.

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"I'll give you—" Linde whispered in a slightly nervous voice, and the words that came out of his mouth became sour and refreshing.

At the same time, when he finished saying this, it was as if some kind of valve had been opened, and a powerful and violent mind suddenly rushed into his mind after receiving some kind of "permission".

It's like he's a little white rabbit who is alone at home, and when he is deceived by the big bad wolf and opens the "door", everything is no longer under his control.

Then Linde felt that his whole mind was floating, and he felt like he was wandering out of the world.

It brought him back to the moment when he watched The White Boat in Dumbledore's office.

When he recovered again, he felt like he was watching a state-of-the-art VR first-person movie.

I can see everything, but I lose control of my body.

At this time, Quirrell was ripping the flesh of barnacle shellfish growing from his waist.

Tick! Tick!

Water seeped from the ceiling and dripped onto Quirrell's head.

"The ...... of Humanity It's hard to use, but it's okay...... So many years of long-term renovation ......"

As he spoke, Linde's hand that Quirrell had stepped on as if it had been lubricated, slipped out with a slurp.

Before Quirrell could react, Lind flipped his palm, grabbed Quirrell's ankle and threw it away, sending Quirrell flying.

Click!

The sound of broken joints sounded.

However, this voice did not come from Quirrell's body, but from Linde, who was too strong, even if it was blessed by water, but now this broken eleven-year-old body must pay a price if he wants to throw Quirrell, an adult wizard, out with one hand.

But now Lind doesn't care, or he doesn't. As I said before, he has already obtained control of this body, so it will be difficult for Linde to stop the operation in the future.

He stood up, shook off his dislocated elbow hand, and raised his right hand and pointed his index finger at Quirrell as he uttered an obscure incantation from his mouth.

A thin, rapid stream of water shot out from Linde's fingertips. Quirrell had already reacted, and the successive armor charms were put on his body.

The thin stream of water was unstoppable, breaking through his first two layers of shields, and then slightly weakly breaking the rest of the shields, and when breaking the last layer of shields, it was also taken out of angle, and finally only regrettably shot through his shoulder.

Quirrell snorted softly, with a hint of provocation and contempt in his tone.

He frowned, looking at the spell that came out of his fingertips.

"The development of the mental body is too poor", no wonder...... No wonder that thing is needed," he tilted his head, glancing disdainfully at the wand lying in the water.

He hooked his finger, and the water swung his wand and floated towards Him. Then the water rose up in an anti-gravity force and gave the wand to his hand.

Holding his wand in one hand, he rubbed the handle of the wand, feeling the object's amplification on the body.

Then he put the tip of the wand on the ear and slammed it, and the wand pierced the eardrum directly and came to the cerebral cortex.

The tip of the wand that went deep into it spewed small strands of seawater in his brain, and his cerebrospinal fluid gurgled out of his nostrils.

After the sea water envelops the whole brain, it begins to flow like the ebb and flow of the tide, and begins to massage the brain without stopping.

Quirrell watched as the little wizard in front of him stabbed his wand into his ear, and his ear bled and his nostrils flowed like snot.

Just when he thought that the other party was about to die, he didn't expect him to show a comfortable expression. Then I saw the other person open his eyes and look at him.

Two pairs of eyes look at each other.

"It's beautiful!" Quirrell couldn't help but think. He suddenly had the idea of blowing the sea breeze, walking barefoot on the beach, watching the tide rise and fall, drowning his ankles, drowning his chest, and finally letting the tide drown him...... Head.

Lindh, no, it should be said that he said, "Humanity...... A rare plaything. ”

As he spoke, the tentacles of his jaw seemed to flutter with excitement, and the whole room began to change.

"Be happy, you're one of the few people who can face the 'great' head-on."