Faced with Taylor's sudden attack, Luke suddenly didn't know how to respond. But his first reaction was realistic. He looked at Taylor's hand nervously, and relaxed when he saw the small ball with the silent barrier in her hand.
He admitted that in the world of magic, prophecies cannot be said to exist if you believe them, and if you don't believe them, they will not exist. Because this thing can be developed into a discipline, it naturally has enough theoretical basis...
Well, even if the theoretical basis is a little outrageous, the case basis is sufficient. Whether they are prophets or prophets, they are all real and true in this world.
Not to mention, right in this castle, there was a prophet who underestimated himself.
Therefore, Taylor's unfounded belief is understandable in the mainstream perception of the wizarding world. After all, even Dumbledore didn't have too much faith in the prophecy.
But Luke is different...
His character was formed by the mutual influence of the incomplete memories of the young man from the food-eating empire in his previous life, his current physical condition as a child, and his systematic aristocratic education and common sense education in the wizarding world.
This led to his attitude towards prophecy, which he really believed in, but only a little bit.
The blind obedience of Taylor in front of him made it difficult for him to adapt for a while.
"You're... very dangerous." After a while, Luke could only hold back this sentence.
Taylor looked at his complicated expression and smiled slightly.
"My grandma taught me to be decisive in doing things, and don't regret whether you succeed or fail."
After all, Luke couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
"I think decisiveness and recklessness cannot be synonymous." He shook his head and said, "You'd better not reveal this news to others."
Taylor smiled and nodded, then put the ball back in his pocket. Only then did Luke realize that he could only feel the existence of this barrier when he noticed the little ball.
He didn't notice it when the barrier unfolded before. Obviously this small ball is also a very high quality magic item.
Of course, although I have never seen one with similar effects, Luke has indeed seen a lot of similar quality ones. So there is no greed.
"If you want to know more, I'll talk to you again when I get the chance."
Taylor smiled slyly at Luke, then yawned loudly and lay down on the table to rest beautifully.
Her messy golden hair once again covered her face. It's like a thin veil, making it hard to see clearly.
Luke breathed a long sigh of relief, but he was not very interested in this kind of magic that he knew with his toes must have talent requirements.
The biggest characteristic of Taylor is his identity as a Legilimency. And now, I think this so-called 'talented magic' is related to this.
Luke is not very interested in this special magic that is most likely to be mediated by singing.
"But Slytherin's innate magic...maybe I can look forward to it?"
Luke thought secretly in his heart.
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Study life went on normally. After taking a history of magic class that was boring and mixed with important information, Luke finally ushered in the second period, which was also a class he was looking forward to.
Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
"It's boring, Luke." During breakfast, Marcus shook his head when he chatted with Luke, and said with a look of disgust: "Professor Quirrell can be regarded as one of the many people who have taught Defense Against the Dark Arts courses over the years. The worst teacher ever."
"But..." Gemma shook her head and said to Luke, "Professor Quirrell should not be very familiar with black magic... If you listen carefully to what he said, you can still hear it. There are few key points, or even some unique skills.”
"But maybe it's because he's not very good at giving lectures. The overall effect is really average."
After listening to Gemma's words, Luke nodded seriously and said, "I understand, I will listen to the class carefully."
But in fact, he was more or less confused in his heart.
In his memory, Quirrell's class quality was not a problem. He is a typical person who doesn't teach and just tells stories. The difference from Lockhart is pretty much...
Some people believe Lockhart's lies, but no one believes Quirrell's lies.
And now, Quirrell is actually giving a normal lecture? This in itself is quite ridiculous.
Luke thinks this is Voldemort's fault, but what can make Voldemort's attitude change?
No matter how he thought about it, Luke felt that it was his problem.
But...if he remembered correctly, Voldemort's attitude towards the Gaunt family was not very good. His uncle took the blame for him after he altered his memory.
Could it be that Voldemort would have good intentions towards a member of the Gaunt family like himself?
Luke didn't know, but before going to class, he carefully checked his wand and brought all the small protective magic items with him.
Voldemort is half dead now, so this kind of defense can more or less have some effect.
At this time, Luke was extremely hopeful that the system could give him an item that would increase his immediate combat power. Otherwise, he felt that he would be a little unsure after facing the slightly recovered Voldemort.
What is coming will always come.
Following a group of Slytherin students, they walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
Luke saw Quirrell sitting in his seat with his head lowered and not knowing what he was doing.
When Luke saw him for the first time, he felt that Quirrell's mood was extremely complicated.
There is both expectation and despair; there is both madness and cowardice; there is both greed and guilt.
It is not unusual for these emotions to appear in a person. It is not unusual for some of them to appear in the same person at the same time. Because people are complex.
But this situation of such tit-for-tat emotions but almost the same weight is really rare among the rare.
But this actually gave Luke a sigh of relief.
Because this means that Voldemort's situation is worse than Luke expected. He couldn't even completely suppress Quirrell's emotions, whose willpower had already begun to collapse.
Soon, the Slytherin and Ravenclaw students found their places and got ready. Luke sat in the corner by the wall, and Malfoy threw away Crabbe and Goyle and wanted to sit next to Luke, but Taylor got there first.
It would look like he was chasing Luke too much if he drove people away. His reserve did not allow him to do this. So he could only walk back to Crabbe and Goyle sadly.
Looking at his two followers. Looking at their fleshy and silly faces. Malfoy couldn't help but sigh.
At this moment, before he could think about it, a voice full of confidence and arrogance came to his ears.
"Now, start class!"
