Be The Main God From Naruto

Snape hid the crystal vial under his wizard's robes.

He stood up, bowed slightly to Wang Yan, and said sincerely, "Thank you for the gift."

Lily Evans, the love of his life...

As the culprit behind Lily's death, Voldemort was someone Snape would never forgive!

Unfortunately, Voldemort is too powerful...

So strong that Snape couldn't find any chance to kill the opponent.

This gift from Wang Yan is of great significance to him.

Things that were unthinkable before, now finally have hope.

Afterwards, all the professors received a welcome gift from Wang Yan.

"Professor Flitwick, you don't seem very happy?"

Wang Yan looked at Dean Ravenclaw beside him with a half-smile.

Harry, Hermione, Malfoy, and Neville were all assigned to Ravenclaw.

This incident made Professor Flitwick, who was already surprisingly short, almost shrunk into a ball.

If you didn't look at the face, you would think it was a child squatting on the professor's chair.

"No."

"I'm just thinking about how to deal with those four tricky little guys..."

"If only these little wizards were like you."

Professor Flitwick, who was like a child, looked at Wang Yan and sighed.

His first impression of Wang Yan was good.

Young, handsome, kind, good at magic, well-mannered.

If Harry's foursome were like Wang Yan, I'm afraid he wouldn't need to be so worried.

Poor Professor Flitwick has no idea how the Survival Four came to be what they are today.

"where is my present?"

Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts,

Quirinus Quirrell was the only one who did not receive Wang Yan's gift.

He didn't want to arouse other people's ideas, so he could only take the initiative to talk awkwardly.

Quirrell seemed a little nervous, and when he spoke, his body kept trembling: "Have you forgotten me? Or, do you want me to teach you how to respect your predecessors?"

The second sentence did not come from Quirrell's original intention.

He didn't want to provoke Wang Yan at all.

Would it be an ordinary person who can take out the legendary dragon seed material as a gift at will?

The Minnan Explosaurus is completely different from the ordinary domesticated dragon species such as the Hungarian Horntail, Peruvian Venomosaur, and Norwegian Ridgeback, and is dozens of times more precious and dangerous.

The words "not to be messed with" were almost clearly engraved on Wang Yan's head.

The remnant of Voldemort behind Quirrell's head ordered him to die.

It was Voldemort, not Quirrell, who needed to hide.

Voldemort wanted to take this opportunity to test Wang Yan.

The master speaks, how dare Quirrell not do it?

These words gave the harmonious atmosphere a little bit of gunpowder.

Several professors are ready to speak to smooth things over, and it is too old to make peace.

It's a pity that Wang Yan just glanced at Qi Luo indifferently: "I have prepared a gift, but now that I see you, I don't intend to give it."

His words were harsh and unreasonable.

Even, it looked a little aggressive: "You look like a dirty twisted maggot, it's disgusting."

Wang Yan who said this was even more unkind than Potions professor Snape.

In fact, many people think so, but no one will ever say this in front of Quirrell.

The professors had suppressed smiles on their faces, not knowing what to say.

Dean Flitwick covered his face.

He wanted to take back what he said earlier.

The new professor of prophecy is obviously not a good person.

That is a wolf in sheep's clothing, an upgraded and enhanced version of the foursome of Harry, Hermione, Malfoy, and Neville.

What Wang Yan said made Qi Luo a little bit embarrassed.

He even drew his own wand.

Some students gloated and looked over here.

They can't wait to see the professors fight each other.

Just take this opportunity to rank among the professors.

At the critical moment, Dumbledore stood up: "Our new prophecy professor...a man with a clear distinction between likes and dislikes, isn't he?"

"Today's roast turkey is delicious, everyone try it!"

Wang Yan took a sip of the mushroom cream soup.

He raised his head and flicked his index finger at Quirrell who was eager to try.

Boom!

Quirrell's body flew fifteen meters straight and slammed into the wall.

"I will spare your lives this time."

"no more chance."

After saying this, Wang Yan returned to his seat like a normal person and enjoyed the delicious food.

The back of Quirrell's head, which was wrapped in a scarf, continued to ooze blood.

Madam Pomfrey, the school doctor, and Professor Sprout, the herbology teacher, rushed over immediately, wanting to examine and treat him.

"No! No! I'm fine!"

Quirrell suddenly screamed, covering the back of his head with his hands, not daring to look directly at the new prophecy professor, but timidly said: "I'm sorry, Professor Wang Yan."

"This kind of thing won't happen next time!"

Apologize for admitting to a dragon.

Perfect.

The provocation was not his intention, and neither was the apology.

Rocky himself did not suffer any damage from Wang Yan's snap of his fingers just now.

But Voldemort at the back of his head was bleeding from all seven orifices, and his spirit body was almost collapsed.

Now, both Voldemort and Quirrell understand...

Wang Yan knew about Voldemort's existence.

The reason why he didn't expose the other party in public was not because of any conspiracy, let alone because he was afraid of the Dark Lord.

just because……

He doesn't care.

The magic that can seriously injure Voldemort with a flick of a finger...

Mysterious oriental witchcraft.

At the moment of Wang Yan's shot, Voldemort's remnant soul felt the threat of death, and some other things.

Cold, lonely, dead silent, cold, indifferent, ruthless...

In the blink of an eye, Voldemort gave Wang Yan a new definition in his heart.

Prophecy professor?

Fucking fake identities!

This guy is in the east, he is definitely not inferior to himself in the world of the devil!

Poor Voldemort, putting gold on his face again.

Wang Yan, who was on the side, saw Voldemort's fear, and also read Quirrell's fear and shrinking.

He just said lightly, "He who knows the current affairs is a hero", and ignored the conspiracy of the duo of master and servant.

The banquet continued.

After Wang Yan showed his incomprehensible fighting power, he quickly won the respect of his colleagues.

Even "Half-Blood Prince" Snape was much more eager than before.

It is the most convenient way to step on others.

Sympathize with Quirrell?

From Wang Yan's point of view, he is a maggot who has abandoned his original creed and ideal in life, a disgusting inferior human being.

Wang Yan has emotions of sympathy and pity, but he would never leave them to such a guy.

The banquet soon came to an end.

With the help of Hagrid, Wang Yan found his own professor's dormitory.

The top floor of the North Tower.

It used to be a classroom of divination and the residence of Professor Trelawney.

Now, Professor Trelawney is retiring, and Wang Yan takes over.

It became a prophecy classroom.

Climb up the spiral staircase and you will reach a platform.

There is a circular trapdoor in the ceiling of the platform with a brass plaque embedded in the door.

Simple but not simple, the layout and furnishings are very careful.

Wang Yan felt that its arrangement was a bit awkward.

So with a wave of his hand, the power of time surged.

He gave this classroom his own character.

The original teapots, quill pens, candle heads, playing cards, crystal balls, and silver cups all disappeared without a trace, replaced by an oriental-style layout.

Qin, chess, books, paintings, miniature waterfalls, jade mirrors, stone tables...

Wood carvings, glazed hourglasses, silk screens, futons, incense...

the next day.

The young wizards from the four colleges rushed into the prophecy classroom one after another.

The number of students in the prophecy class listed as "compulsory" is seven times that of the previous divination class, so the number of students in each class has also increased a lot.

More than one hundred and forty students flocked to this teacher's room, but it didn't seem crowded.

They even feel a little empty.

"What kind of magic is this?"

"The Untraceable Expansion Curse? It's not like..."

"Wow...the scenery here is amazing! I like it!"

The little wizards were chattering.

Wang Yan, who had been waiting for a long time, silently waited for the bell to ring for class.

Nine thirty-five.

Not one second ahead, nor one second behind.

Zero error.

The four little wizards sitting in the front row were Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom.

They are like four emperors, surrounded by stars.

In just one night, the four of them successfully obtained the right to speak in the first grade.

It was almost the same as what Wang Yan thought.

However, this is just a small fight.

Wang Yan wants to lead them to a more exciting future.

He provided some information, and the Survival Four made a choice.