"You have a heart, my dear," she said to Harry mournfully, "and the gaze of my heart pierces through your brave face and sees the restless soul within you. I regret to tell you that your fears are not unfounded. I see that the days ahead of you are full of hardships, very hard, and I fear that what you are afraid of will really come, perhaps sooner than you think ... ”

Her voice grew lower, and finally became a whisper. Ron rolled his eyes at Harry, who looked at him with a blank expression.

Harry didn't care, but Trelawney's words confirmed Harry's next year's life-

Voldemort returns, and Cedric is dead. Harry spent the summer in a state of boredom, and then the isolation and confrontation of the Ministry of Magic kept Harry depressed throughout the school year. Not to mention two of Harry's most painful things: Sirius's death and Snape's Occlumency.

Professor Trelawney fluttered past them, sitting in a large winged armchair in front of the fire, facing the class. Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil were particularly adored by Professor Trelawney, both sitting on a futon very close to her.

"Honey, it's time to study the stars." Professor Trelawney said, "The movement of the planets and the mysterious signs they reveal can only be understood by those who know the rules of the Sky Dance." The fate of humanity can be deciphered by the radiant light of the planets, which mingle with each other ... ”

Harry's mind drifted elsewhere, however. The smell of the fire always made him drowsy, and Professor Trelawney muttered about fortune-telling over and over again, never really attracting him. But he couldn't help but think of what she had just said to him - I fear that what you are afraid of will really come.

At the end of last semester, she predicted that Voldemort would make a comeback, and he had already thwarted Voldemort's plot with his friends more than once, would he ever come back?

"Harry!" Ron and Maple whispered to wake up a distracted Harry.

"What's wrong?"

Harry, who was still a little dazed, said, his voice a little louder, and then drew the attention of the entire class. He quickly sat up straight, but it was too late to pretend that nothing was happening, and Professor Trelawney had already noticed that he had almost fallen asleep.

Harry had forgotten that he was the last person to be absent in the divination class, because Professor Trelawney wanted to give him a tragic prophecy every class. With the professor's attention, he still wants to sleep?

"My dear, I was just saying that when you were born, you were clearly under the ominous influence of Saturn." Professor Trelawney said, with a hint of displeasure in her tone.

"I'm sorry for what ——?" Harry asked.

"Saturn, dear, Saturn!" Professor Trelawney said, seeing that Harry was indifferent to the news, her tone was visibly annoyed, "I just said that Saturn must have reigned in the sky from the moment you were born—your dark hair, your thin build, and the loss of your parents in infancy. I can assert, my dear, that you were born in winter, right? ”

"No," said Harry, "my birthday is in July. ”

Ron couldn't help but laugh, but quickly turned the laughter into a dry cough.

Oh, at this moment, I'm afraid only Maple knows, Professor Trelawney is talking about Voldemort!

Half an hour later, Professor Trelawney handed each of them a complex circular chart on which they were asked to fill in the planetary positions at the time of their birth. It's a boring job that requires a lot of tedious time and angles, but it's not a big problem for Maple, who had good science grades in her previous life.

"I have two Neptunes here," after a moment, Harry looked at his parchment and frowned, "that's certainly not right, is it?" ”

"Ah," Ron said, mimicking Professor Trelawney's quiet, mysterious tone, "the appearance of two Neptunes in the sky must be a sign that a little man with eyes is about to be born, Harry... ”

Seamus and Dean were drawing pictures next to them, giggling out loud when they heard this. But their laughter wasn't enough to overpower Lavender? Brown screamed excitedly—"Oh, Professor, look! I have a planet whose location is not exact! Oops, what star is this, Professor? ”

"It's Uranus, darling." Professor Trelawney said, looking down at the chart.

"Can you show me Uranus too, Lavender?" Ron said.

It was unfortunate that Professor Trelawney had heard him, and perhaps because of this, she had given them so much homework before the end of class.

"Refer to your respective charts and analyze in detail the way the planets will affect you next month," she said sternly, in a voice that was less ethereal and more like Professor McGonagall, "and must be handed in next Monday, without any excuse!" ”

"Why don't you ask me?" Maple said as he handed them a detailed astronomical chart of the nine planets in the solar system. (Pluto hadn't been removed at the time.) ）

Ron was even more annoyed by this.

Then Hermione appeared from behind them, somewhat gloating: "A whole bunch of homework? Professor Victor didn't leave any homework! ”

Ron was even more depressed at this moment.

Fortune and misfortune do not go alone, and then something even more depressing comes, when Ron goes to dinner, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle appear in front of them.

Succumbing to Maple's obscenity, Malfoy didn't dare to laugh at Ron directly, so as not to give Maple an excuse to do it, but he still dared to share the contents of today's "Daily Prophet" with you-

"Your dad is in the papers, Weasley!" Malfoy deliberately spoke loudly so that everyone in the hallway could hear him.

And then he began to read today's newspaper—

The Ministry of Magic has a new mess

It seems that the troubles of the Ministry of Magic are not over, writes Rita Skeeter, a special correspondent for this newspaper. Recently, the Ministry of Magic has been criticized for failing to maintain order effectively during the Quidditch World Cup and for still failing to provide an explanation for the disappearance of one of its witch officials. Yesterday, Arnold Weasley, who banned the misuse of the Muggle Objects Division, had put the Ministry of Magic in a new embarrassment.

Malfoy paused, he was now getting smarter, and reading this, he had a gloating smile on his face, but he wasn't verbally sarcastic about Ron.

Then, noticing that the attention of the students in the foyer had been drawn to him, Malfoy smiled and continued:

Arnold Weasley was embroiled yesterday in another dispute with several Muggle law enforcement agents ("cops") over a large number of highly offensive dumpsters. Mr. Weasley appears to have risen to the aid of Mad-Eye Moody, a former Auror. When Mad Eye Moody could no longer tell the difference between a normal handshake and a premeditated murder, he retired from the Ministry of Magic. Sure enough, when Mr. Weasley arrived at Mr. Moody's heavily guarded residence, he found that Mr. Moody had made another false alarm and had sent a false alarm. Mr. Weasley had to revise the memories of several police officers to get out of them. But when asked by a Daily Prophet reporter why he had involved the Ministry of Magic in this pointless and potentially intractable matter, Mr. Weasley refused to answer.

Malfoy laughed and left as if he had discovered a new continent when he saw the picture of the Rons.

Seeing that Maple didn't make a move, Malfoy's face became even more proud.

I just like to see you look at me and look helpless!

Maple sighed and said that it was a pity that although Malfoy was laughing the whole time, he didn't say a word of insult, and he didn't let Maple find a loophole.

Although Maple couldn't get used to Malfoy's proud appearance, he didn't want to cross the bottom line, and it would be a bit too much to just see that the other party was unhappy and teach him a lesson.

Malfoy's actions allowed him to escape, and Barty Crouch Jr., disguised as Moody, hated Malfoy and other disloyalists and always wanted an opportunity to teach them a lesson.

If it weren't for the fear of Maple that made Malfoy restrain a lot, then he would probably have been caught by Barty Crouch Jr. for a good lesson.

Alas, it's a pity that this time I can't see Malfoy turning into a stoat.

However, Malfoy's disaster is not over, or rather, Voldemort's children who are not fully loyal are in danger, and with Moody's identity, any targeted revenge by Barty Crouch Jr. will not be suspected of his true motives, and Snape will not dare to stop it.

Moody's vest is really good, Barty Crouch Jr. thinks Dumbledore's choice of this Defence Against the Dark Arts professor this year is really great!

They had just finished their meal when Hermione went to the library again. And then the Weasley brothers came out of nowhere —

"Professor Moody! He's so cool! Fred said.

"It's not just cool!" George picked it up.

"It's just cool!" Twin friend Lee Jordan also sat down and said, "We had his class this afternoon. ”

"How?"

"I've never had a class like this." Fred said.

"He understands, man." Lee said.

"What do you know?" Ron leaned over and asked.

"I know what it's like to work outside." George said solemnly.

"What do you do?" Harry asked.

"Fight against the dark arts." Fred said.

"He's seen everything." George said.

"It's amazing." Lee said.

Ron buried his head in his bag rummaging through the class schedule.

"We won't have his class until Thursday!" He said in a disappointed tone.

The rest of the day was uneventful, Snape finally found his passion, and in order to see the shadow of his beloved again, Snape stopped researching and developing new potions, and devoted his whole body and mind to cloning technology.

Snape finally discovered two key points in cloning, that each cell constantly records its own information as it grows and divides, just like the logs of the system in our computers.

Cells have a lifespan and a limit on the number of times they can divide, and once they reach the limit of division in their genes, they will stop dividing and accept their own death.

The so-called dividing limit of the cell is not the real limit, such as the famous HeLa cell, which no longer knows how many generations it has divided and reproduced, but it continues to divide.

The difference in the number of cell divisions between different human bodies also proves that this division limit is not constant.

If we compare the cell to a program, the Creator is a programmer who codes life, and the Creator writes down the instructions of the limit in the code of life, and the operation of life can only operate within this limit.

What cloning has to do is either empty the cell's log file and let everything in the cell zero and start again, or directly change the source code of life and rewrite the limits of life.

The Muggles did this by removing the nucleus, severing the connection with the original cell, and moving into a new environment that had not yet been run.

Then the second problem arises, which is that the nucleus and other parts within a cell are not isolated from each other, but are an organic whole.

Cells differentiate into a variety of different cells, each with its own different functions. Different tissue cells produce different proteins and other components, and different cells operate differently from one cell to another.

Each nucleus contains complete genetic information, and all instructions on how cells function are included, and theoretically every cell contains infinite possibilities.

Each cell is only allowed to run a portion of all instructions, and then the rest of the abilities are blocked. But this blockade is stricter than imagined, otherwise a blood cell can easily become a muscle cell, nerve cell or bone cell, and the whole body will be chaotic.

The genetic information instruction of the embryonic cell, which can differentiate into all cells, may be a universal instruction, but there is another possibility, and it is not a homogeneous relationship with nerve cells, bone cells, blood cells, and tissue cells, but a superior-subordinate relationship.

When the superior command is active, the subordinate command is hidden. Wait for the embryos to divide to a sufficient number to complete the lower-level planning, such as which part of the cells turn on the operation instructions of nerve cells, which part is bone cells, and so on.

Complete the design drawings of the entire human construction project, make sure that the arms are positioned to grow the arms, not the thighs, and then the superior directives can be completed.

After the superior order disappears, the subordinate command that has been arranged immediately starts work in an orderly manner to complete the construction of the living body.

The completion of the process from embryo to life is a super project that is complex to the extreme, so it is impossible to create a real life by simply transplanting a nucleus into the cytoplasm of another genetic cell, without ensuring whether the nucleus is compatible with the new cell and whether the construction drawings of the entire life structure process are correct.

Dolly the cloned sheep has appeared, but no one knows whether the subtleties in its cells are exactly the same as those of normal healthy sheep. Dolly's life has been kept in captivity in a sterilized and antiviral greenhouse set up by scientists, but even then it is still riddled with diseases and it is still uninterrupted.

Dolly was cured of his ailments again and again, but soon new ailments appeared on his body. The tragedy of Dolly's life is the punishment for the failure of humanity to challenge the Creator.

Can magic accomplish what technology is currently beyond its reach?

Snape didn't know, but he wouldn't give up. A glimmer of light had finally emerged in his dim life, and he would not allow it to be extinguished.

has been immersed in the study of cloning, and now he doesn't care at all about Moody Snape, who Barty Crouch Jr. pretends to be.

In his Potions class, after writing on the blackboard a plan that he had improved to be more perfect than the textbook, Snape was like a salted fish for the whole lesson.

Not many students cared about Snape's state, and after the Weasley brothers preached, the fourth-year Gryffindor students were eagerly awaiting Moody's first lesson. After lunch on Thursday, before the bell rang, they lined up early outside Moody's classroom.

It was only Hermione, who didn't arrive until it was almost class, but Maple had already secured her place.

She, Maple and Harry Hermione sat in the four seats directly in front of the podium, taking out their respective "Dark Forces: Guide to Self-Defense" and waiting, the atmosphere was extraordinarily quiet. Soon, they heard Moody's characteristic grunting footsteps coming down the hallway. He walked into the classroom, looking as strange and intimidating as usual, just in time to see his claw-like wooden feet peeking out from under his robes.

"Put these things away," he said in a gruff voice, struggling to the podium with a cane and sitting down, "these textbooks." You don't need it. ”

The classmates put the books in their bags, and Ron looked excited.

That was the case in their first class last year, and it turned out that Professor Lupin was an excellent professor.

Moody's words made them look forward to the lesson even more.

Moody's pulled out the roster and began to roll call. His normal eyes moved down the list, his magical eyes spinning around, staring at each student who answered.

"All right," he said, when the last student had finished, "I received a letter from Professor Lupin about the course. Looks like you've got a pretty good grasp of the basics of how to deal with dark magic animals, you've learned how to deal with Boggart, Red Hat, Hinkpunk, Grindy Low, and Kaba, right? ”

The students whispered their approval.

"But you still don't know enough how to deal with spells," Moody said, "so I'm going to give you a taste of the spells that wizards cast among themselves. I've got a year to teach you how to deal with the dark arts—"

"What, what did you say?" Ron blurted out and asked.

Moody's enchanted eyes turned to stare at Ron. Ron looked terrified, but soon Moody laughed. When he smiled, his scarred face looked even more distorted and weird, but it was always comforting to know that he could still have a friendly smile. Ron seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"You're Arthur Weasley's son," Moody said, "and a few days ago, your father helped me out of a very difficult situation, yes, I only taught for a year. Do Dumbledore a favor. Teach only for one year and then relive my peaceful retirement. ”

He laughed hoarsely, then patted his big rough hands.

"Okay – let's get down to business. Spells, they come in many forms, and their magic varies. Now, according to the Ministry of Magic, I should teach you all sorts of spell-breakers, that's all. It stands to reason that you're not in sixth form, and I shouldn't tell you what illegal dark spells look like, because you're too young to deal with this stuff.

But Professor Dumbledore praised your courage for a great deal of it, and he thought you could handle it, and it seemed to me that the sooner you understood what you were going to deal with, the better. If you've never seen something before, how can you protect yourself from it? If a wizard wants to recite an illegal spell to you, he won't tell you what he is going to do.

He will not give you mantras frankly, fairly, and politely. You have to be prepared and vigilant. You'd better get that thing out of the way while I'm talking, Miss Brown. ”

Lavender was startled, and his face flushed. Just now, she showed Parvati the drawn fortune-telling chart of the Heavenly Palace under the table. Apparently, Moody's enchanted eye could penetrate not only the back of his own head, but also the hard wood.

Although Barty Crouch Jr. was a Death Eater, it has to be said that his lessons were still very exciting.

Leaving aside the hidden shadows and not appearing in Harry's story, the elite of the wizarding world was basically wiped out by the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix.

Barty Crouch Jr., although not as good as the real Moody, is also considered a leader in the wizarding world. (Snape is very jealous of Moody, but his strength can compete with Bellatrix for the top spot in the Death Eaters.) The difference is that Snape is on his own, while Bellatrix is rewarded by Voldemort for his loyalty. ）

"So, do any of you know which spells will be punished the most severely by wizarding law?"

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